Every Rose Has It's Thorn

Every Rose Has It's Thorn Pt 12

Word Count 1,454

I had no idea how long we had been standing in that room, staring at one another. Dr List was growing more and more agitated as time went by. Yet the agitation soon moved to fear once a second alarm started blaring somewhere down one of the long hallways. A red light began to spin silently in the corner of the room and his eyes turned wide with confusion.

“We have been infiltrated,” Dr List whispered, his eyes moving back to me with a change in expression. Suddenly I felt as if I could see the human behind the cruel façade.

“I feel like sending these agents behind me to help might be a bad idea,” I smiled. “Given that as soon as they’re gone, I’m going to kill you.” Dr. List let fear creep in at the corner of his eyes for a split second before gathering himself.

“That is your problem, though, isn’t it Wrenna?” Dr. List pursed his lips in mocking. “You’re just too gentle. Too human. You don’t really want to hurt anybody, do you?”

His words were true, I didn’t want to hurt anyone. Yet given the entire situation I found myself in I was beginning to wonder if I had a choice. Slowly I started to feel the heat building in my fingertips and I made my best effort to hide any sign of my concentration from Dr List whilst I moved to worm my way inside the heads of the agents stood behind me. I was beginning to feel the cool hardness of their guns in their hands – the mild tremble in their trigger fingers as they wondered if they would truly be made to kill the small, innocent looking creature stood at the foot of their weapons. Once inside their heads it was almost too easy to manipulate their guns away from me and point them directly towards Dr List.

“I think I was wrong, saying that I was going to kill you,” I said quietly as Dr List’s face contorted in confusion and terror at the weapons now pointed directly at him.

“I’m not going to kill you,” I paused, beginning to wonder if I was enjoying this a little too much. “But they are.”

Dr List’s body flew back towards the wall with the first few shots as I tried to keep myself from losing my power over the agents firing. If my control over just one of them slipped – I was certain I would be the next one in the firing line. I closed my eyes, not wanting to watch as Dr List’s body was littered with bullets. Despite my best efforts, I couldn’t shut out the guttural sounds that escaped him with each wound. The moist gurgle that came from his mouth was enough to turn my stomach.

The noise of rounds being fired was enough to send a stream of three more soldiers running into the room and I froze. My concentration lapsing for a split second – long enough for them to surround me. They stared at me from behind the barrel of their weapons, each of them considering their next move very, very carefully. The alarms outside grew louder and louder as further shots were fired out in the hallway but I tried to shut them out. I’d always struggled with using my powers, especially when it came to getting inside someone’s head. Yet now, as I pushed my way inside the minds of the agents circling me…it felt uncomfortably easy. I allowed myself to melt through them, trying to tell myself there was no other way – I had to get out of this place. I had to survive.

I watched through tear-filled eyes as each of the soldiers lifted their weapons until they were no longer facing me – but pressed reluctantly beneath their own chins. I stood still in the center of them all, trying to ignore the heavy ache in my chest as panic overcame their eyes. My hands tensed as I released my last bit of strength, forcing each and every one of them to pull the trigger just as the doors flew open in urgency. I ignored the eyes that were on me as each of the weapons rattled with the expulsion of bullets. Warm crimson drops fell from above, covering my white gown and skin as my knees buckled beneath me.

My mind went blank as my fingernails dug into the damp cement of the floor beneath me. Cries of guilt and desperation wracked my chest. I barely heard the footsteps as they clicked across the floor towards me. Before I knew it, my trembling body was thrust against the cool familiarity of leather as strong arms wrapped around my form. My eyes lifted to glance at the destruction surrounding me but Loki’s fingertips pressed against my cheek, turning my head until I was forced to look at him instead. His green eyes were dark as they buried into my own and I found myself crying once again.

“Don’t look,” He purred and I could feel him slinking his way into my mind and manipulating my ability to look away from him.

“I didn’t have a choice,” My voice shook, partially from the chill of the floor beneath me but mostly because I couldn’t stop the tears from falling from my eyes. I could taste the metallic blood of the agents on my lips, mixed in with the salty tears.

“Hush,” Colson whispered, his lips pressing every so gently against my temple.

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Rook studied his brother with a sense of curiosity and confusion. He watched as Colson wrapped himself around Y/N and held her flush to his chest; putting a physical barricade between her eyes and the massacre she’d executed. Y/N was thin, thinner than Thor had remembered. Her fair skin once kissed by the sun had lost all of its luminance and her hair hung in long, lacklustre waves around her face. She looked smaller, younger, somehow. He kept his eyes trained on the way in which her slight hand gripped tightly around Colson’s leather-clad arm, as if in fear that he would disappear. It was something he hadn’t expected to see – his brother showing a softness. Perhaps it was the darkened room or the lack of living souls watching on. Rook, however, found himself comforted by the idea that perhaps Colson still had an ability to feel, despite his recent fall into darkness.

Colson's arms moved and Thor tensed at the movement, having been caught up in his own assessment of the situation he’d barely noticed when Colson stood from his place on the floor next to Y/N, lifting her in his arms as he moved towards the door.

“What now brother?” Colson asked, raising his eyebrow as Y/N turned her face into Colson’s chest.

Thor frowned in complete bewilderment but he was saved from finding an answer as Baze came to stand behind them.

“Woah,” He breathed, his eyes studying the carnage in the room ahead of him.

“I suggest we leave,” Colson smiled impatiently.

“Reindeer games might just have the right idea,” Baze added. “Y/N?” Baze tried his best to meet her eyes but she refused, keeping herself wrapped up in the comfort of Colson’s arms.

            The jet was silent for the entire journey back to New York. All eyes were on Y/N and Colson; her arms remained locked around him and not once did he attempt to move her.

“When we return, I expect I will be moved to my holding cell at once?” Colson asked, his tone cold and disinterested.

“That’s certainly the plan I like,” Baze sighed, his gaze passing over Colson and Y/N but refusing to linger.

“And how exactly do you plan on removing her from me? It seems she is quite capable of breaking you in two given her recent delve into mass murder.” Rook and Baze’s eyes widened slightly at the comment, half expecting Y/N to react in offense but she remained still.

Colson rolled his eyes, sensing their discomfort, “She’s asleep you imbeciles.”

Thor looked over to Baze; he was pinching the bridge of his nose – his brow twisted into a frown and his eyes clenched shut.

“I’m quite happy to allow her to kill you all but…I feel like she would take it a little more personally than I in the aftermath,” Colson continued and Baze groaned in response.

“If this is your way of evading capture once again, planning your escape…” Rook cursed, anger already evident in his voice before he had a chance to finish.

“I give you my word,” Colson interrupted, sounding almost sincere.