A Fairy's Tail {Y/N X Various}

Lucien?! Ch. 39

I struggle in my chair and glare at Malcom. He sneers at me and runs a wrinkled finger along my jaw.
"Time was good to you, Y/n. You haven't aged a bit since you left for seven years." His face settles into a scowl and he runs his a hand through his grizzled mane.
"Bring her to the camber, Cicero. Put her in the holding cell until I'm ready."
He walks off to another room and Cicero claps his hands and giggles at my pleading eyes.
"Oh, let's not be like that, Y/n. Poor Cicero can take you seriously when you look at Cicero like that."
He grabs my chair and lifts it up with ease. He walks my past the piled crates and kicks the corner of one of the stones. A door forms and Cicero pushed it open with his elbow. He hums to himself as he sets down my chair and walks over to a small cell. The iron bars were rusted and the stone walls were covered in moss. A stale, moist smell of stagnant water filled my nose and I choke back a gag.
Cicero comes back to me after he unlocks the door and knells before me.
"Now, Y/n. Promise Cicero you won't try and run. Cicero will put you in the cell and get you some tea. But to do that, Cicero has to let you out of the chair. Will you promise Cicero?"
I nod slowly and he giggles and claps in response.
"Such a good girl. In return, Cicero will make sure Master Malcom doesn't put anything funny in your tea. Cicero will even break out the good China! Just for Y/n!"
He clicks a button on the bottom of the seat and I am able to move again. Cicero takes my elbow and leads me into the cell. He sits me down on an old cot and smiles softly. His body straightens and he brushes off his shirt.
"Sorry about the cot, Y/n. I will look for something more comfortable while I'm upstairs making your tea. Would you like me to put something in it for the pain?" He asks me with seriousness shining in his bright yellow eyes. I frown and tilts my head.
"W-What pain?"
His whole deminor changes and his lips turn up into a pointed smile.
"Oh! Y/n doesn't know! Not yet at least.... But she will know... She will know soon. About the plans that Master has planed..."
He flinches and holds his head in pain. He shakes his head and hits himself repeatedly.
"No! No! Stop it! No fare! Stop it, Lucien! Cicero wants to talk to Y/n!"
His hand stops abruptly before it clashes against the side of his head. His back straightens and he glances at me. I stare at him with shock and a gapping mouth. He flashes an unsure smile and shrugs his shoulders.
"I'll put some extra herbs in it for you. Malcolm has something planed and knowing him, it's going to be bad. I'll grab some blankets for you also. It's cold down here."

He quickly walks away and I shrink into a corner of my cell. I take in the room around me and almost kill myself then and there. It was literally a torture chamber. All sorts of devices hand from the walls and ceiling and a table was set in the middle of the room. Bloodied towel and rag were tossed in the corners and I gaged at the sight of what looked like flesh piled up in a crate to the south of the "operating" table.
My breathe starts to pick up and I try to summon magic. Nothing happens. I search deep for my fire and come up empty. Shadows no longer filled my body and fire no longer blazed in my soul. I felt empty. I paw at the bracelet around my wrist and a lightbulb goes off in my head.
"It's this damn bracelet. It's stoping my magic.... It won't come off either..."
I continue to try to yank it off until I hear the door slid open again. Cicero stumbles in with his arms full of a comforter and a pillow dangling from his mouth. He had a tea tray balanced on his head and he skillfully opens my cell with his open hand. He sets the folded comforter on my "bed" and hands me the pillow.
"Sorry, this is all I could find that was in decent condition. Everything else has blo-... never mind. Would you like milk and sugar in your tea?"
I set my pillow in my lap and nod. He pours a perfect amount of milk and drops two sugar cubes into my tea cup. He hands me the steaming cup and smiles softly.
"Here, Y/n. Drink as much as you can. I put an herb that should numb the pain. I promise I didn't put anything that will harm you."
I search his eyes and find nothing suspicious. I smell it to make sure, and my nose fills with a pleasant floral aroma. I take a sip and groan in pleasure. Cicero smiles and pours himself a cup.
"I do make a damn good cup of tea."
We talk and he tells me about how he met Malcolm.
"I was wondering around the forest, searching for my dog, Hector. I heard a noise and I ran to it, hopeing to find him but I found an old man instead. He told me he was lost and asked for me to help him to the nearest town. I happily helped him, and somewhere along the way he pulled a knife on my and forced my to become his 'servent.' I've been drawing in his prisoners for the past 3 years and he put some sort of curse on me that makes me unable to disobey his direct orders."
I nod and sip my tea. "So, bringing me here wasn't completely you...?"
He nods and sighs. "No, that wasn't me at all. The curse put some sort of alter ego in my head. It goes by Cicero. It's completely insane and is loyal to Malcolm. When he takes over, it's like I'm living in the shell my body. I can't move or talk, only watch..."
He pauses to sigh and glances at me. "I'm sorry if I'm coming onto you so quickly, Y/n. It's just... I need someone to trust. I want to escape this hell and I need you to help."
I nod and set my empty cup on the tray. "So... Your name's not Cicero?"
He laughs and nods. "Smart. In order to trust one another, we must first know each other. My real name is Lucien Hisuke. I was born near Magnolia and raised close by. When I was younger, I actually looked up to you. Seeing you walking in and out of the guild completing quests. When you went missing, everyone starts calling you the Lost Fairy. To be honest, I was probably your biggest fan. I read all the articles from Weekly Sorcerer about you. Which sounds kind of stalker-ish, but I was in awe of you." His face twiches and he grabs my tea cup quickly.
"Malcolm's calling me, Cicero is getting impatient. Better get rid of these things before he finds out about the herbs..."

He stumbles out of the cell and locks it behind him. I watch his back retreat to the main level and I sink into my new blanket. Tears start to pool and I search my brain for any useful ideas or thoughts. I almost come up empty, but I discover something odd in the reaches of my head.
It was like a cord, I pulled on in and waited for someone, or something, to pull back. After a few seconds, I felt a tug on the cord. A shocked smile falshes on my face and I pull on it again. Instead of pulling on it back, they send feelings down the cord. Love, loneliness, happiness. A familiar smell fills my nose. Dark and earthy, almost chocolate like. Rouge. This must be the sibling bond Sting was talking about.
I pull on it harshly and send my fear and anger down the cord. He quickly responds with and imagine of Sting's empty bed. I send him a mental image of Sting laying in mine. I feel a small amount of shock and I quickly send over a mental image of my cell. The cord goes taught and I feel his anger bubbling on the other end. A small tug is all that needs to be done for me to understand him. He's coming.