Post by Deleted on Oct 3, 2017 19:50:06 GMT
OMAR
Omar walked through the darkened streets, alone as he often did. He’d just dropped Namine off at her home with Aqua, hoping to see the blue haired fae but she was out on a call. She seemed to have been avoiding him since the concert but that was okay. He could live with that, everything would come in its own time. He could wait.
“Penny for the poor, sir?”
A thin hand had snagged the hem of Omar’s jeans, forcing him to stop and look at the speaker. It was a heavily jacketed figure with the hood up. Made sense on this cold October night. Omar offered a small smile and took a ten out of his back pocket and offered it to the figure huddled against the wall. To his surprise the figure didn’t take it. He began to feel a little uneasy.
“Still offering your heart to anyone who shows kindness? Silly boy”
The hand transformed into a furred one with ice blue fur and three fingers. The hood fell off, revealing a goat-like face and wide blue eyes. It would have looked young and innocent but it was hard and had an almost angry expression on the face. Omar gasped and wrenched his leg away from the hand.
But too late.
Hands with cloth in them swung around his neck and face and chloroform laced cloth was pressed tightly to his mouth and nose. Omar struggled, holding his breath for as long as he could but it wasn’t any use. He inhaled two large gulps of air and chloroform and went limp, passing out in his attacker’s arms as Puck stood up. “Take him to the abandoned church” came the curt order before Omar lost all consciousness.
~*~
Omar woke up he didn’t know how much later, his breath rustling the newspapers he was resting on. He jerked upward-and hit his head against bars of a cage, hard. He hissed in pain and took a moment to gauge what was going on. He was dressed in Unseelie servant garb, the soft cloth of unseelie spider’s webs draped over his lithe and wiry muscled form. His feet were bare and his hands were tied behind his back with twine. Looking around he had time to gage that his prison was a dog cage. And from where he was sitting, he could see pews. He was on the altar of a church. Like some kind of sick offering. He shook his head to move his hair from out of his face, only to realize most of his long red hair was tied back, like he used to wear it in the courts.
“Oh, awake are you? Goodie“ came the trill of an all too familiar voice and Omar hung his head. That voice brought both good and bad memories. Before he’d fled the Court and Davey, that voice had belonged to his father figure. But it also belonged to his personal torturer responsible for six months of agonizing and unbearable pain, resulting in three years of a vegetative state. It had taken fifty years for them to progress from Omar acting like a spooked rabbit around Puck to associates and still longer for them to progress to a father and son relationship. Omar raised his head to look into the smiling, innocent looking face of the goat-like Pooka staring at him. Thin fingers reached through the dog cage and stroked his cheek. “You used to your hair back, before you left. Though more intricate than this. Sadly, I don’t have your skill with hair” soft hands snaked through the bars of the cage and stroked Omar’s cheek. Omar sneered at him and jerked his head away, though all he longed for was that hand stroking his face and soothing his nightmares. But that gentle hand wasn’t there to soothe this time and Omar had to remember that.
“You done playing with my upstart of a servant, Puck?” Davey sauntered through the arch of the church and leaned against it with folded arms. Puck turned his bright and innocent face to Davey.
“Let’s be honest, here. He’s treated like a pet, and will be punished like a slave. He’s not and never was just a servant to you, Davey” Davey just shrugged and Omar stared wide-eyed at his master pleadingly, begging silently for him to intervene, just like Omar had done centuries ago. And like centuries ago, Davey just stood there, watching with disinterested eyes as Puck prepared to torture Omar.
Puck opened the cage and dragged Omar unceremoniously out of it by his hair, Omar giving a shout of pain and writhing in the iron grip, attempting to get back into the cage. Maybe it was uncomfortable but it was safer than outside with Puck. He fell to the floor and howled as his bare feet and ankles came in contact with the wood of a holy church. Oh by the light he’d forgotten what a church felt like! It had been centuries. Puck knelt beside him and stroked his face again as Omar panted and tried not to scream again. “It’s only going to get worse from here” the Pooka promised with a smile. Omar whimpered.
DORIAN
Dorian carefully cleaned up his workstation, done until he was called in once more. This had been quite an interesting little challenge they’d given him, but he’d happily done his duty. Now, off to home and his daughter and the favor he owed Constantine. He shrugged on his coat and avoided looking in the mirror at his sightless eye and permanently smiling mouth. He’d gotten pretty good at that this past few weeks.
“...don’t know what to do, he’s never been gone this long with no word, according to Kitty” Dorian paused and listened as he came into the bullpen. Brunette and blonde girls were standing in front of Rachel Seddon and her partner. The brunette was talking, sounding almost angry. The blonde was silently crying. Dorian continued lingering, watching the scene with intense interest. Misery was literally his business. He couldn’t just leave.
Rachel Seddon smoothed her hand over the tiny other blonde’s shoulder comfortingly. “Namine, it’s going to be okay. We’ll probably find him in his garden or something, cheerfully picking quince for the coming season and he just lost track of time”
“For two weeks?!” the other girl exploded angrily and started pacing, agitated. Shadow touched her hand and she forced herself to stop. “My dad doesn’t just go for two weeks, he’s good about letting people know where he is, and nobody’s seen him since he walked Namine home two weeks ago!” ooh, this was getting juicy. Dorian wished he had brought popcorn for this festivity.
“Jane, we’ll get your dad. We’ll find him and bring him home” came the gruff promise of Shadow and Dorian rolled his eyes.
“Is there any leads to go on in this missing person’s case? Anything I can research?” he cut in and everyone turned to look at him.
“We-ell, can you look up any recent attacks on trolls?” Rachel Seddon cut in hesitantly and immediately Dorian left the fun and games behind.
“Troll? I’ve heard some things...this wouldn’t be the fool that declared his love for a faery woman?” everyone looked at each other and Rachel stepped forward.
“Do you...know anything? About Omar?” Dorian’s eyes widened and he swooped over, grabbed Rachel by the wrist and was dragging her out the door.
“Shadow I know who has your missing troll. Give me three days with your partner and I’ll have him back to you” was the rushed call over his shoulder as he and Rachel sped out the door and leaving everyone in the dust.
OMAR
Omar thudded to his knees on the floor of the church, breathing heavily but not even whimpering anymore as the church caused his skin to burn. It had gotten blistered and burnt red all over his body, what was a couple of burned knees? There were pieces of wood pushed through his ears, up his fingernails, along the skin over his spine, pushed into his calves. It wasn’t designed to kill, just burn and hurt. His torturer had long since cut the ties on his arms, but had done everything possible to make sure the clothes were intact and the hair was brushed back into place after every session. Of course he would. Puck thought he was being kind.
Gentle blue furred hands lifted up Omar’s face and green eyes stared into blue. “Renounce your love for the faery girl” Puck crooned and Omar grit his teeth.
“I never renounced my love before, why should I now, or ever?” he breathed, and Puck’s face hardened, one hand reaching up and giving Omar a hard slap on his bruised face. Puck then went round and cut Omar’s feet before reaching over and hoisting Omar to a standing position. Omar’s blood boiled and Omar screamed.
“Walk across the aisle to the door without falling and I’ll let you go” Puck told him almost lovingly. “After all, two weeks is far long enough, and you’ve suffered so much”
Omar growled. He knew he’d never make it, but his pride insisted he’d try anyway. So he walked step by agonizing step as his feet burned and his blood boiled where it fell. He was crying after a few dozen steps. “Make it stop, please!” he sobbed.
“Stop loving the girl”
“I’d rather die!”
“Then keep walking”
He got halfway through the church before dropping to his knees and side. His sobs wracked his body. It was the first time in over two hundred years he’d cried. And it hurt. “Now you’re just toying with him” it was the first time Davey had spoken since the beginning besides laughing at some of the torture. Omar looked at him pleadingly through blearied eyes. Puck crouched over Omar and petted his hair soothingly.
“Nonsense. He needs to be tested again and again until he breaks. We had to give up when he told you he loved you because Titania and Mab agreed he wasn’t worth killing. But there aren’t any orders to stop now, so I’ll continue” Omar choked on his breath.
“Please. Puck, I-I know your history. You loved-just like I do. They cursed you for that love. Have mercy, please” Omar gasped out. The gentle hands paused in their petting, and then resumed.
“Your pet is adorable, my little one is absolutely adorable” Puck laughed and Omar closed his eyes. He’d never give up his love, never, but he couldn’t handle much more of this. Mab hadn’t permitted them to use a church the first time.
DORIAN
“So let me get this straight, Omar’s infamous because he confessed his love for his master when he was young and was...punished as you put it, for it, to renounce his love but he never did. And Queen Mab and the Raven Prince claim he’s too valuable to kill so they gave up and forbade him from falling for a faerie again?” Dorian nodded.
“Very good. Yes, there’s talk going round he’s a rare hybrid. That, and his music can lift even the Prince out of his gloomy mood. Omar is a highly prized toy the royalty don’t want breaking. But with Aqua, it’s gotten….complicated” Rachel nodded slowly and bit her lip. This was the fourth church they’d looked at, and it had turned up nothing.
“Puck is a master trickster and torturer. But Omar is stubborn. I met him once but he tossed wine in my face. He has a scar because of me” Dorian felt a wave of pride at dealing with the prideful servant but one look at Rachel’s face caused that to go out the window. “Yes. Well. Anyway. Puck was once in Omar’s shoes, though Puck renounced his love and for his troubles was cursed. Like Beast, but Beauty rejected him. He sees Omar as a son, actually. A wayward son that needs discipline”
Rachel frowned. “Funny way to treat a son” Dorian snorted but said nothing.
Shadow sped up to them and Aqua flew down from above. “We found nothing on the leads, except to confirm it’s Puck and another unseelie” said Shadow. Dorian had a good guess who the unseelie was but if he was too careful to even let potential snitches know who he was for the police to possibly find him,Dorian might as well keep his mouth shut. It wouldn't do anything but get him in more hot water than he already was.
“If we’d never met this wouldn’t have happened!” Aqua burst out and Dorian promptly became fae form to fly to her level and bop her on the head.
“His loving you has nothing to do with this. Omar is one of those people the Queen just likes watching suffer. If it wasn’t you, it would have been about having kids with a human without the permission of his master” Aqua’s hands went to her mouth and Dorian nodded before lighting down beside Rachel.
“I just don’t understand why you chose me and not Aqua to help you find him, and refuse to let anyone else help” Dorian rolled his eyes.
“Shadow is an amalgamation of things, Aqua aligned herself with Seelie and might start a war, especially being the center of Omar’s attention and thus the center of the two Court’s attention, and Rachel has magical hair that glows and heals. Also, she’s dual-natured, like Puck. Both Courts have equal claim for her” He told everyone quickly and in an annoyed tone. Everyone nodded mutely and Dorian swung around and pointed down a street. “Come, Rachel. We have work to do” with a sigh Sunshine gathered up her gun and frying pan and hurried after.
~*~
The abandoned church near the swamp had been a last ditch effort and an afterthought, but peering through the crack in the listing doors found a figure crouched uncomfortably in a little cage. The figure had bright red hair. The blond cop put her hand over her mouth and Dorian sighed. “You distract whoever is nearby, because obviously this is a trap, seeing as he’s left unguarded. I’ll go inside and try to get him out and heal his wounds” Dorian nodded in approval at the plan. As Rachel slipped inside, he turned to face the seemingly empty space in front of the church and held his violin and rapier in his hands loosely, seemingly at ease.
“Come now Puck! Afraid of some honest competition between the Prince Killer and the demonic Pooka? I always wondered who was better in a good fight!” chilling laughter echoed around him and Dorian readied himself for a fight.
OMAR
Omar was pushed back into his cage and water was pressed to his lips, urging him to drink. Eyes almost swollen shut looked up dully at the Pooka that had captured him. He’d been whipped with a cat o’ nine tails that had large splinters of wood attached to the whips. The cloth of his shirt, gentle and soft as it was, felt rough as sandpaper against his abused flesh of his back and chest and stomach. His whole world was a haze of pain. The only thing that kept him from breaking was the thought of Aqua, her beautiful blue eyes and hair, her gentle smile. He wasn’t going to lose her.
“This could all go away you know, if you just say four simple words, you can go home, get taken care of, be returned to your family. Just say “I don’t love Aqua” see? Simple as pie” Omar growled and turned his face away from the water even though his throat was dry and burning. Puck sighed. “You know I hate hurting you. But it’s for your own good. The Court let the first time slide after a fitting punishment. I doubt they’ll repeat that” Omar shook his head and laid down as best he could in the cage. There wasn’t a lot of wriggle room. The Pooka sighed again and walked away from the cage.
Omar slept fitfully until someone touched his head and he jerked awake and snarled. Sunshine stared at him and the hand redrew. Omar immediately regretted his action. “Thought...Puck” he ground out, his voice sounding raw, husky and wet. Sunshine gave a look of understanding and fiddled with the door. It opened after a few minutes and Sunshine reached in and grabbed Omar’s hands. He helped her help him out as much as he could, but he was so burned and so weak...and there was the floor. “Church, burns” he stated, trying not to touch the altar with bare skin. Sunshine put her hair as a cushion and offered him her shoes. They didn’t exactly fit, but he was protected from the floor and that was better than nothing.
He registered there was sounds of fighting from the main doors of the church. His heart raced. Davey had probably already arranged for Puck to take the fall. No way would Davey let anyone catch him in a situation like this. Omar shuffled in his borrowed shoes and leaning heavily against Sunshine. He let her open the doors and then broke away from her and dove between the two people fighting. It was Puck and an Unseelie Omar only sort of remembered. He looked very different so Omar couldn’t be sure. His face was grotesque.
“Stop fighting!” he shouted and Sunshine ran after him and tried to grab him away from the fighting but he resisted. “No more!” he shouted as all three of them stared at him. He glared at each of them and huffed for air. It felt good to get out of the church and the cage. “Puck, go home” he wheezed. His adrenaline was fading and he was visibly shaking.
Puck stood tall and stared quietly at Omar. “You really ready to do this little one? I’ll give you this, but all things come with a price. And your price might be more dear than you think. Are you willing to make the sacrifice? For a faery?” Omar hesitated, thought about it, and nodded. Puck sighed and bowed before pointing a finger at Sunshine. “Both Courts are just dying to meet you, Miss Seddon. I’ll see you then” he turned into a crow and flew away almost before anyone could blink.
Omar then passed out.
Omar walked through the darkened streets, alone as he often did. He’d just dropped Namine off at her home with Aqua, hoping to see the blue haired fae but she was out on a call. She seemed to have been avoiding him since the concert but that was okay. He could live with that, everything would come in its own time. He could wait.
“Penny for the poor, sir?”
A thin hand had snagged the hem of Omar’s jeans, forcing him to stop and look at the speaker. It was a heavily jacketed figure with the hood up. Made sense on this cold October night. Omar offered a small smile and took a ten out of his back pocket and offered it to the figure huddled against the wall. To his surprise the figure didn’t take it. He began to feel a little uneasy.
“Still offering your heart to anyone who shows kindness? Silly boy”
The hand transformed into a furred one with ice blue fur and three fingers. The hood fell off, revealing a goat-like face and wide blue eyes. It would have looked young and innocent but it was hard and had an almost angry expression on the face. Omar gasped and wrenched his leg away from the hand.
But too late.
Hands with cloth in them swung around his neck and face and chloroform laced cloth was pressed tightly to his mouth and nose. Omar struggled, holding his breath for as long as he could but it wasn’t any use. He inhaled two large gulps of air and chloroform and went limp, passing out in his attacker’s arms as Puck stood up. “Take him to the abandoned church” came the curt order before Omar lost all consciousness.
~*~
Omar woke up he didn’t know how much later, his breath rustling the newspapers he was resting on. He jerked upward-and hit his head against bars of a cage, hard. He hissed in pain and took a moment to gauge what was going on. He was dressed in Unseelie servant garb, the soft cloth of unseelie spider’s webs draped over his lithe and wiry muscled form. His feet were bare and his hands were tied behind his back with twine. Looking around he had time to gage that his prison was a dog cage. And from where he was sitting, he could see pews. He was on the altar of a church. Like some kind of sick offering. He shook his head to move his hair from out of his face, only to realize most of his long red hair was tied back, like he used to wear it in the courts.
“Oh, awake are you? Goodie“ came the trill of an all too familiar voice and Omar hung his head. That voice brought both good and bad memories. Before he’d fled the Court and Davey, that voice had belonged to his father figure. But it also belonged to his personal torturer responsible for six months of agonizing and unbearable pain, resulting in three years of a vegetative state. It had taken fifty years for them to progress from Omar acting like a spooked rabbit around Puck to associates and still longer for them to progress to a father and son relationship. Omar raised his head to look into the smiling, innocent looking face of the goat-like Pooka staring at him. Thin fingers reached through the dog cage and stroked his cheek. “You used to your hair back, before you left. Though more intricate than this. Sadly, I don’t have your skill with hair” soft hands snaked through the bars of the cage and stroked Omar’s cheek. Omar sneered at him and jerked his head away, though all he longed for was that hand stroking his face and soothing his nightmares. But that gentle hand wasn’t there to soothe this time and Omar had to remember that.
“You done playing with my upstart of a servant, Puck?” Davey sauntered through the arch of the church and leaned against it with folded arms. Puck turned his bright and innocent face to Davey.
“Let’s be honest, here. He’s treated like a pet, and will be punished like a slave. He’s not and never was just a servant to you, Davey” Davey just shrugged and Omar stared wide-eyed at his master pleadingly, begging silently for him to intervene, just like Omar had done centuries ago. And like centuries ago, Davey just stood there, watching with disinterested eyes as Puck prepared to torture Omar.
Puck opened the cage and dragged Omar unceremoniously out of it by his hair, Omar giving a shout of pain and writhing in the iron grip, attempting to get back into the cage. Maybe it was uncomfortable but it was safer than outside with Puck. He fell to the floor and howled as his bare feet and ankles came in contact with the wood of a holy church. Oh by the light he’d forgotten what a church felt like! It had been centuries. Puck knelt beside him and stroked his face again as Omar panted and tried not to scream again. “It’s only going to get worse from here” the Pooka promised with a smile. Omar whimpered.
DORIAN
Dorian carefully cleaned up his workstation, done until he was called in once more. This had been quite an interesting little challenge they’d given him, but he’d happily done his duty. Now, off to home and his daughter and the favor he owed Constantine. He shrugged on his coat and avoided looking in the mirror at his sightless eye and permanently smiling mouth. He’d gotten pretty good at that this past few weeks.
“...don’t know what to do, he’s never been gone this long with no word, according to Kitty” Dorian paused and listened as he came into the bullpen. Brunette and blonde girls were standing in front of Rachel Seddon and her partner. The brunette was talking, sounding almost angry. The blonde was silently crying. Dorian continued lingering, watching the scene with intense interest. Misery was literally his business. He couldn’t just leave.
Rachel Seddon smoothed her hand over the tiny other blonde’s shoulder comfortingly. “Namine, it’s going to be okay. We’ll probably find him in his garden or something, cheerfully picking quince for the coming season and he just lost track of time”
“For two weeks?!” the other girl exploded angrily and started pacing, agitated. Shadow touched her hand and she forced herself to stop. “My dad doesn’t just go for two weeks, he’s good about letting people know where he is, and nobody’s seen him since he walked Namine home two weeks ago!” ooh, this was getting juicy. Dorian wished he had brought popcorn for this festivity.
“Jane, we’ll get your dad. We’ll find him and bring him home” came the gruff promise of Shadow and Dorian rolled his eyes.
“Is there any leads to go on in this missing person’s case? Anything I can research?” he cut in and everyone turned to look at him.
“We-ell, can you look up any recent attacks on trolls?” Rachel Seddon cut in hesitantly and immediately Dorian left the fun and games behind.
“Troll? I’ve heard some things...this wouldn’t be the fool that declared his love for a faery woman?” everyone looked at each other and Rachel stepped forward.
“Do you...know anything? About Omar?” Dorian’s eyes widened and he swooped over, grabbed Rachel by the wrist and was dragging her out the door.
“Shadow I know who has your missing troll. Give me three days with your partner and I’ll have him back to you” was the rushed call over his shoulder as he and Rachel sped out the door and leaving everyone in the dust.
OMAR
Omar thudded to his knees on the floor of the church, breathing heavily but not even whimpering anymore as the church caused his skin to burn. It had gotten blistered and burnt red all over his body, what was a couple of burned knees? There were pieces of wood pushed through his ears, up his fingernails, along the skin over his spine, pushed into his calves. It wasn’t designed to kill, just burn and hurt. His torturer had long since cut the ties on his arms, but had done everything possible to make sure the clothes were intact and the hair was brushed back into place after every session. Of course he would. Puck thought he was being kind.
Gentle blue furred hands lifted up Omar’s face and green eyes stared into blue. “Renounce your love for the faery girl” Puck crooned and Omar grit his teeth.
“I never renounced my love before, why should I now, or ever?” he breathed, and Puck’s face hardened, one hand reaching up and giving Omar a hard slap on his bruised face. Puck then went round and cut Omar’s feet before reaching over and hoisting Omar to a standing position. Omar’s blood boiled and Omar screamed.
“Walk across the aisle to the door without falling and I’ll let you go” Puck told him almost lovingly. “After all, two weeks is far long enough, and you’ve suffered so much”
Omar growled. He knew he’d never make it, but his pride insisted he’d try anyway. So he walked step by agonizing step as his feet burned and his blood boiled where it fell. He was crying after a few dozen steps. “Make it stop, please!” he sobbed.
“Stop loving the girl”
“I’d rather die!”
“Then keep walking”
He got halfway through the church before dropping to his knees and side. His sobs wracked his body. It was the first time in over two hundred years he’d cried. And it hurt. “Now you’re just toying with him” it was the first time Davey had spoken since the beginning besides laughing at some of the torture. Omar looked at him pleadingly through blearied eyes. Puck crouched over Omar and petted his hair soothingly.
“Nonsense. He needs to be tested again and again until he breaks. We had to give up when he told you he loved you because Titania and Mab agreed he wasn’t worth killing. But there aren’t any orders to stop now, so I’ll continue” Omar choked on his breath.
“Please. Puck, I-I know your history. You loved-just like I do. They cursed you for that love. Have mercy, please” Omar gasped out. The gentle hands paused in their petting, and then resumed.
“Your pet is adorable, my little one is absolutely adorable” Puck laughed and Omar closed his eyes. He’d never give up his love, never, but he couldn’t handle much more of this. Mab hadn’t permitted them to use a church the first time.
DORIAN
“So let me get this straight, Omar’s infamous because he confessed his love for his master when he was young and was...punished as you put it, for it, to renounce his love but he never did. And Queen Mab and the Raven Prince claim he’s too valuable to kill so they gave up and forbade him from falling for a faerie again?” Dorian nodded.
“Very good. Yes, there’s talk going round he’s a rare hybrid. That, and his music can lift even the Prince out of his gloomy mood. Omar is a highly prized toy the royalty don’t want breaking. But with Aqua, it’s gotten….complicated” Rachel nodded slowly and bit her lip. This was the fourth church they’d looked at, and it had turned up nothing.
“Puck is a master trickster and torturer. But Omar is stubborn. I met him once but he tossed wine in my face. He has a scar because of me” Dorian felt a wave of pride at dealing with the prideful servant but one look at Rachel’s face caused that to go out the window. “Yes. Well. Anyway. Puck was once in Omar’s shoes, though Puck renounced his love and for his troubles was cursed. Like Beast, but Beauty rejected him. He sees Omar as a son, actually. A wayward son that needs discipline”
Rachel frowned. “Funny way to treat a son” Dorian snorted but said nothing.
Shadow sped up to them and Aqua flew down from above. “We found nothing on the leads, except to confirm it’s Puck and another unseelie” said Shadow. Dorian had a good guess who the unseelie was but if he was too careful to even let potential snitches know who he was for the police to possibly find him,Dorian might as well keep his mouth shut. It wouldn't do anything but get him in more hot water than he already was.
“If we’d never met this wouldn’t have happened!” Aqua burst out and Dorian promptly became fae form to fly to her level and bop her on the head.
“His loving you has nothing to do with this. Omar is one of those people the Queen just likes watching suffer. If it wasn’t you, it would have been about having kids with a human without the permission of his master” Aqua’s hands went to her mouth and Dorian nodded before lighting down beside Rachel.
“I just don’t understand why you chose me and not Aqua to help you find him, and refuse to let anyone else help” Dorian rolled his eyes.
“Shadow is an amalgamation of things, Aqua aligned herself with Seelie and might start a war, especially being the center of Omar’s attention and thus the center of the two Court’s attention, and Rachel has magical hair that glows and heals. Also, she’s dual-natured, like Puck. Both Courts have equal claim for her” He told everyone quickly and in an annoyed tone. Everyone nodded mutely and Dorian swung around and pointed down a street. “Come, Rachel. We have work to do” with a sigh Sunshine gathered up her gun and frying pan and hurried after.
~*~
The abandoned church near the swamp had been a last ditch effort and an afterthought, but peering through the crack in the listing doors found a figure crouched uncomfortably in a little cage. The figure had bright red hair. The blond cop put her hand over her mouth and Dorian sighed. “You distract whoever is nearby, because obviously this is a trap, seeing as he’s left unguarded. I’ll go inside and try to get him out and heal his wounds” Dorian nodded in approval at the plan. As Rachel slipped inside, he turned to face the seemingly empty space in front of the church and held his violin and rapier in his hands loosely, seemingly at ease.
“Come now Puck! Afraid of some honest competition between the Prince Killer and the demonic Pooka? I always wondered who was better in a good fight!” chilling laughter echoed around him and Dorian readied himself for a fight.
OMAR
Omar was pushed back into his cage and water was pressed to his lips, urging him to drink. Eyes almost swollen shut looked up dully at the Pooka that had captured him. He’d been whipped with a cat o’ nine tails that had large splinters of wood attached to the whips. The cloth of his shirt, gentle and soft as it was, felt rough as sandpaper against his abused flesh of his back and chest and stomach. His whole world was a haze of pain. The only thing that kept him from breaking was the thought of Aqua, her beautiful blue eyes and hair, her gentle smile. He wasn’t going to lose her.
“This could all go away you know, if you just say four simple words, you can go home, get taken care of, be returned to your family. Just say “I don’t love Aqua” see? Simple as pie” Omar growled and turned his face away from the water even though his throat was dry and burning. Puck sighed. “You know I hate hurting you. But it’s for your own good. The Court let the first time slide after a fitting punishment. I doubt they’ll repeat that” Omar shook his head and laid down as best he could in the cage. There wasn’t a lot of wriggle room. The Pooka sighed again and walked away from the cage.
Omar slept fitfully until someone touched his head and he jerked awake and snarled. Sunshine stared at him and the hand redrew. Omar immediately regretted his action. “Thought...Puck” he ground out, his voice sounding raw, husky and wet. Sunshine gave a look of understanding and fiddled with the door. It opened after a few minutes and Sunshine reached in and grabbed Omar’s hands. He helped her help him out as much as he could, but he was so burned and so weak...and there was the floor. “Church, burns” he stated, trying not to touch the altar with bare skin. Sunshine put her hair as a cushion and offered him her shoes. They didn’t exactly fit, but he was protected from the floor and that was better than nothing.
He registered there was sounds of fighting from the main doors of the church. His heart raced. Davey had probably already arranged for Puck to take the fall. No way would Davey let anyone catch him in a situation like this. Omar shuffled in his borrowed shoes and leaning heavily against Sunshine. He let her open the doors and then broke away from her and dove between the two people fighting. It was Puck and an Unseelie Omar only sort of remembered. He looked very different so Omar couldn’t be sure. His face was grotesque.
“Stop fighting!” he shouted and Sunshine ran after him and tried to grab him away from the fighting but he resisted. “No more!” he shouted as all three of them stared at him. He glared at each of them and huffed for air. It felt good to get out of the church and the cage. “Puck, go home” he wheezed. His adrenaline was fading and he was visibly shaking.
Puck stood tall and stared quietly at Omar. “You really ready to do this little one? I’ll give you this, but all things come with a price. And your price might be more dear than you think. Are you willing to make the sacrifice? For a faery?” Omar hesitated, thought about it, and nodded. Puck sighed and bowed before pointing a finger at Sunshine. “Both Courts are just dying to meet you, Miss Seddon. I’ll see you then” he turned into a crow and flew away almost before anyone could blink.
Omar then passed out.
