Deception

Golden Fury and Strength

It was easy, to fall in a dreamless sleep. In a way he wished he had nightmares. It was okay Kirah had said but no, it wasn't okay, how could it ever be okay?

How could he feel that way? Why? He was angry with her, with then but to this extent and...what he wanted to do.

How was that okay?

But he knew what he was going to do tomorrow. His hands curled into fists.

Fritz...

He knew but he needed to know for sure.

A small tiny part of him thought that maybe just maybe he was wrong.

He was biased...

She tortured him, so it was easy to incriminate her, to villainies her. Wasn't she also the one that had gotten him out of there before he had died? So why was she doing this?

Why did Fritz kill that girl? Did she? Or was this to easy?

He needed to know for sure and there was only one way to do that...

He was going to confront Fritz. He wasn't sure when or how but he knew that's what needed to be done.

Stiles woke up in the morning feeling more refreshed than he'd ever done. He felt confident and calm. He knew what he was doing for once, he had a purpose. It was a good feeling.

He tried to figure out where Fritz would show up next but then, didn't the guilty always show at their crime scenes? Or rather what this had been about the whole time?

The Mirror room.

It was quite easy to get Madam Rucia to let him work in there. Despite what had happened they still needed cleaning and Madam Rucia was to busy to really pay much attention to his request, the Lords were coming after all. She needed to make sure everything was running in order and everything was perfect for their visit. All the Lords coming to a Lords home hadn't happened in ages. Everyone was nervous and jumpy but also exited.

Stiles wasn't sure what to feel but then again, he did have more important things to worry about.

Stiles looked at the mirror, making sure to look away every couple of seconds. It must be so easy he thought, just to get dragged in. He shuddered thinking about it.

Daichi's warning about the mirror then seemed to shimmer inside in Mind making him cringe. No, he couldn't think about Daichi, he couldn't.

Not now.

Probably not ever.

He just cleaned, lost in his own thoughts and trying to block them, not think about what he was going to do when he finally confronted her.

Stiles started to worry maybe he'd gotten it all wrong when she came through the door.

She stiffened when she saw him.

Stiles glared at her, straightening himself as he did so. Relief flooded through him for a second, she was here. He was right.

"What are you doing here?!" Fritz hissed.

Stiles said coldly "Shouldn't I be asking you that?"

Fritz snapped walking inside, fingers clenching "I don't know what you are talking about so I think you should leave"

She opened the door wider, making a gesture for Stiles to leave.

Stiles didn't respond or react.

Fritz stared at him for a while then slowly she scowled, her eyes turning cold as ice.

"Fine, I gave you your chance" She muttered.

Then she turned and shut the door behind her, with a click of her fingers and a spark of her magic the door locked behind them.

Stiles swallowed nervously.

Fritz then muttered something under her breath, closing her eyes.

A ruin that encircled her arm with odd swirly tentacle like lines coming out of it glowed.

Something shuddered in the air.

"What was that!" Stiles demanded.

Fritz smirked.

"That my boy" She replied "Was a silencer, muffles all the sound in the room, you know that I'm quite well versed in torture right?"

Then she laughed, shaking her head.

"Of course you do! Silly me, I forgot"

Stiles had no control of the almost animal like growl that ripped out through his throat.

"You..." He growled, to angry to think a proper response.

She smiled darkly.

He shook his head, trying to clear it and in slight horror that he was right, she did do it.

"Is this what you did? Use the silencer when you killed that little girl" Stiles growled.

"What else was I supposed to do? She did scream quite a lot" Fritz said, rolling her eyes, like Stiles question was really dumb.

Golden and hazel energy encircled Stiles hands furiously as they clenched into fists.

"How about not kill her!" He snarled.

"She knew it was me. And she broke her promise. She was warned and she didn't listen, so she payed the price"

"You wanted her to take the blame for the mirror. She didn't, so you killed her" Stiles growled, his eyes burned a dark golden, pure rage running hot like live wires through his blood stream.

Fritz's eyes flashed red with a tinge of dark blue, before turning back to normal.

But it wasn't because of emotion or she was using it, it was a challenge then...

"Well? What are you going to do now Mieczyslaw?"

No further questions, no further curiosity or fear.

Only white hot rage.

He lunged straight for her.

Stiles barely realised that he'd focused a certain ruin when he'd lunched at her.

His most uncontrollable one.

The one that he'd never used before.

His ruin for strength.

I'll be replying to the comments for my last chapter later on, going to the cinema at the moment :) x Hope you all had a great day and let me know what you think xx