Every Rose Has It's Thorn

Every Rose Has It's Thorn Pt 9

Word Count 1,657

JP moved down the hallway with an air of intention, he had to speak to Colson. With the revelations of Y/N’s past and the danger that she could be in, he felt there was no other choice. As soon as he opened the door to the containment room Colson’s eyes lifted to meet his, a mischievous sneer tugging at his lips.

“How nice of you to visit, brother,” Colson stated, his arms firmly chained to his side. JP decided against taking a seat, instead choosing to stand firmly in front of Colson.

“I need to know what happened between you and lady Y/L/N,” He demanded.

Colson grinned, dropping his head and allowing himself to laugh, “Do you think I had something to do with her disappearance? That I’m stupid enough to kidnap her again, fake searching for her and then get myself locked away in this place on purpose? You do disappointment me,” He groaned.

“Is it possible his heart isn’t as cold as you think?” JP declared, his statement clearly confusing Colson as his brow twisted.

“Are we talking in riddles now?” Colson’s confident demeanor began to shift into uncertainty as he watched JP finally take a seat opposite him.

“That is what she asked me when I questioned the time she had spent with you,” JP clarified, finding himself surprised by Colson’s apparent discomfort.

“Then she is a fool,” He hissed, “Another feeble minded lodger calling out for guidance from a being far greater than she.”

“Enough!” JP bellowed, “I have known you a myriad of lifetimes, brother. It has been an eternity since I witnessed a kindness of your own free will. You released her without harm, visited her in her quarters when you knew it would lead to your eventual capture – you are wicked but you are no fool.”

Colson looked away, his jaw tense, his body unmoving.

“Take this as an opportunity to redeem yourself, Colson,” JP uttered, “You have found her once before, find her again and I swear your punishment will reflect your clemency.”

Colson raised his eyebrows, “Desperation suits you, brother.”

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My skin was burning; the ties around my wrists were so tight I could feel them burrowing through the layers of skin. I wanted to call out but fear stopped me, I didn’t want them to come back – the doctor, the agents. It hadn’t taken me more than a few hours to realise that the people here didn’t care for my comfort. The door creaked open and I turned my head away as best I could, studying the bland detail of the white wall.

“Don’t be so unkind child, I’m not here to hurt you,” Dr. List’s voice was close to my ear; I clenched my eyes in an effort to shut him out.

“Can I go home now?” I asked, my voice feeble to the point I barely recognised it.

“Oh sweet girl,” Dr. List sighed, his hand swiping across my clammy forehead, moving a strand of stray hair from my eyes. “You don’t have a home, not really. You have this cage or the cage you’re more accustomed to. Soon the two will begin to merge and you will no longer miss the comforts of your past familiarities.” His voice was so cold and calculating. A tear trickled down my face, stinging the sensitive skin.

“I would like to tell you a bedtime story,” Dr. List began, his hands tightening the iron chains that remained strapped to my wrists. “It’s about a small child with a fascinating power, a small child who does not belong, a child whose parents feared her but were too fatuous to listen to their concerns.” He took a moment, his fingers pushing against my face until I was forced to look him in the eye, “Does this sound familiar?”