Every Rose Has It's Thorn

Every Rose Has It's Thorn Pt 8

They must have drugged me because, by the time I woke, I was in what looked like an lab.

“L.A. don’t exactly pride themselves on using uncontrolled agents in their field, doctor,” I replied, curiosity getting the better of me. I was startled by the calm laugh that escaped Dr. List’s lips.

“Oh Miss Y/N, I’m afraid you’ve got it all wrong,” He leaned forward, putting the file down and resting his elbows on the table, “I’m going to tell you a little secret, but you must keep it between us,” His voice was low, poisonous.

“This isn’t L.A.,” His eyes remained fixed on my face, waiting for my reaction. Fear swelled in the pit of my stomach; I could feel my heartbeat in my throat.

“Then where am I?” I almost didn’t want to know the answer.

Dr. List held his hands out to his sides, palms open to the sky, Ambrose.

My hands remained locked behind my back as they transferred me to their lab, Dr. List’s words still spinning in my head. The guards responsible for moving me pushed me inside the room with more force than was necessary, my backside meeting a cold, metal chair. It wasn’t shiny and silver but dark in colour, my mind suddenly recalled Colson’s words, “There was no spell on those chains. They were made of iron, it was a test, to see if my theory was correct.”. They knew; whoever these people were, they knew what I was and they had strapped me into an iron chair so that my powers were rendered useless.

“I hope you are comfortable, Miss YLN,” Dr. List’s voice echoed out from behind me, “These tests will be long and arduous but I assure you they will only be mildly painful,” He moved around to the worktop to my left-hand side. I desperately tried to test my theory, begging the burning to appear beneath my skin, urging myself to awaken my only defence.

“Aren’t you aware? The iron cuffs, the chair,” Dr. List mused, walking over to me with a tray loaded with syringes and cannulas, “You see these old fashioned myths and legends, they are quite extraordinary…built on truths discovered by people like me way back when,” Another pause, another deafening silence as he prepared the first of the needles, pushing it beneath the skin and allowing it to slip into the vein with ease, “We know your weaknesses, Y/N.”

“What do you plan to do with me? Keep me chained up in this chair, kill me with your self -indulgent monologues?” I quipped, fear causing my inhibitions to disappear.

He laughed, putting the first vial of blood to one side as he filled another, “We collect things that are of interest to us, we make weapons out of them and you my dear are just another…artefact to add to our collection. We just have to decide how best to utilise you.”

 

 

            Colson moved through the darkened room, his hands caressing the cool blankets atop Y/N’s bed. The lamp had fallen from the bedside table, a few pieces of paper had been scattered across the floor. He flicked the light switch in the bathroom – the bulbs had blown. He frowned, trying his best to get a sense of what had happened here – why Y/N was nowhere to be found in the middle of the night. Carefully, he inspected the door, the lock had been compromised. Wherever Y/N was, she hadn’t gone willingly.

“Oh, what trouble have you found yourself in now, little bird,” He sighed, his form being swallowed by his seidr as he manifested himself in Y/N’s own apartment. The room was lit only by the streetlights outside, a black cat moved to wrap itself around Colson’s leg.

“Hello brother,” A voice called out from the corner of the room, sending Colson spinning on his heel. He lifted his hands in defeat, his lips tugging up into a knowing smirk.