Every Rose Has It's Thorn

Every Rose Has It's Thorn Pt 6

Word Count 1,303

I hugged the blanket close around my shoulders, despite the warmth my hands continued to shake. My eyes moved down over my legs, covered by jeans stained with blood. I couldn’t feel pain so made the assessment that the blood wasn’t mine. I wanted my dad, my mother but instead, a man perched in front of me, kneeling until his dark eyes were locked with my own. The appearance of him urged two more officers to leave, I quickly realised they had been standing just behind me – watching me.

“What’s your name?” The man asked once we were alone, his hands clasped in front of him.

Reluctantly, my small voice replied, "Y/N, sir,” This seemed to make him smile but it was brief.

“Well Y/N, just call me Slim,” He paused, holding out his hand. It was steady, which contrasted greatly to my own as I slipped my own small, pale hand into his. He shook it with little caution.

“Where are my parents?” My question caused him to let go of my hand as he glanced down to the ground, presumably preparing himself to deliver bad news.

“I’m afraid they didn’t make it,” Slim said; the words sounded so easy coming from him. They didn’t make it. They didn’t survive. They are dead.

“Are you going to send me away?” I questioned, remembering what my parents had told me about using my powers around others.

Slim laughed, a surprisingly light sound for a man with such a deep, imposing voice, “No, Y/N.”

“Then what will happen to me?” The man called Slim didn’t seem to have an answer for me, he glanced to the side and let out a long exhale.

“Don’t worry about that just now,” He said finally, “I’ve got your back.”

My eyes opened and I found myself gripping the arm of the chair so hard I thought the bones in my hands might break. Colson was studying me, perched on the edge of the bed with his fingers steepled beneath his chin. At some point he must have conjured his clothes as he was fully dressed in his usual leather garb.

“Doc is keeping my test results a secret for as long as he can, I’m not sure what they’ll do with me once they find out,” I stated, “He suggested I speak to your brother,” Now seemed as good a time as any to bring that up, I expected Colson to smirk and guffaw at the suggestion but he remained stoic.

“I can manipulate the test results, kill Doc,” Colson replied, acting as if his statement wasn’t completely inappropriate.

“Oh yeah, because going up against someone almost Hulk like really worked out well for you last time,” I jibed, “What does this mean for me? Do you know anything about what I am?”

My questioning seemed to please him and he smiled, “I know more than my brother will.”

I rolled my eyes, “This isn’t a pissing contest, I just need to know the truth.”

There was a glint in his eye that lit up with my words, “I thought you wouldn’t believe anything that came from my poisoned lips?” He moved to stalk around me, his hand lightly tracing along the back of my chair, just close enough to remind me of what we had just indulged in.

“The Fae are a peculiar race, not siding with either good nor evil, their powers vary from Fae to Fae, some can manipulate the earth's energy, like yourself, some are mind readers, again, like yourself, some are strong, fast, unlike you,” I rolled my eyes at his insult as he paused in front of me, resting his hands against the back of the chair so that I was trapped, “Some are beautiful.”

“Can you quit circling me like you want to eat me and just tell me what I need to know?” I asked, struggling whether I wanted him to touch me or keep talking.

“It means you’re immortal and perhaps not as breakable as those around you believe,” He hummed before pressing his lips to mine fleetingly, “Some can be found to be rather intoxicating.”

I considered his statement, immortal. I had barely managed to survive this fraction of my human existence; I didn’t want to be immortal. In fact, I wanted to be very, very mortal.

“I think I’m going to be sick,” I groaned, shielding my eyes, unable to look at Colson’s face. I felt him step back and forced myself to glance in his direction.

“I have no interest in this overtly mortal reaction,” He sighed.

“What? You’re just going to leave? After telling me all that?” I questioned, standing up.

“I’m not your keeper, little bird. I have no patience for vexatious children,” Colson lifted his eyes to glance momentarily at me before vanishing altogether; making me wonder if he was ever really here in the first place or this whole thing this was just some elaborate PTSD induced night terror.

//A shot in the dark

A past lost in space

Where do I start?

The past and the chase

You hunted me down

Like a wolf, a predator

I felt like a deer in the lights//

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"JP what is it just tell me already!" I screamed out almost emphatically. I hated the pause the suspense it was killing me in fact I hated it.

“There are only two options, since the first is impossible given your appearance lady Y/N, it can only be assumed that you are a Fae. It is thought that the Fae stem from the same bloodline as the dark faries but that they were also touched by light…they were a neutral race, many years ago.”

His knowledge surprised me but the gentleness of his tone did not, “Were? As in not anymore?”

JP seemed to be considering his next words carefully, “The race was obliterated in an uprising in Svartalfheim many moons ago, all were either killed in battle or enslaved by the dark elves.”

“Yet here I am,” I laughed, trying to ease the tension, “Not killed, not enslaved…”

“My lady all I can presume is that you were brought here for safety, a changeling child, to be raised as human,” JP reached for my hand; the sheer size of it engulfed my own, “When I have captured Colson, I will take him far from here. I will find out what I can about the changeling children,” I should have been relieved by his words; after years of feeling different, an outsider in my own world…yet all I could focus on was his plans to capture Colson. So far the only person to make me feel somewhat like I wasn’t alone.

“What will happen to him, when you take him back there?” My voice was soft, almost a whisper. JP’s hand left mine and he captured my eyes with his, his expression laced with suspicion.

“Why do you care so for the fate of my brother?”

I couldn’t bring myself to move, I was locked beneath JP’s questioning gaze, my breathing growing unsteady in my chest.

“Perhaps when I was taken by him…I was surprised to find a man behind the monster,” I swallowed. JP moved to his feet, my statement clearly making him uncomfortable.

“Do not find yourself confused by his lies and manipulation, Y/N,” He began, “Colson is dangerous and his weapon is his silver tongue, do not be fooled by acts of mercy,” Within moments he had left, leaving a cloud of trepidation in his wake.

//You loved me and I froze in time

Hungry for that flesh of mine

But I can't compete with the she wolf who has brought me to my knees

What do you see in those yellow eyes?

'Cause I'm falling to pieces//