Sequel

I think Paw should have slaughtered the people who owned the farm. Really. I do. But Sidhe seem to have this belief that there are worst things than death.

So I tried convincing them to dole out the punishment for rape or pedophilia or ... basically any harm to children. It's old, it also involves a healer and torturing to death. I thought that would be just rewards.

Paw... not so much for the going for it.

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He was taken into a building and quizzed for several hours on Sidhe and told a few facts. How much they need to eat in a day, how much water the average Sidhe needs. The way the average Sidhe looks. He nodded along and committed it to memory.

Mainly because if he did something wrong with the Sidhe and got himself killed, he didn’t want it based on the fact that he wasn’t paying attention during introduction.

Because… then the Sidhe would have blood on its hands and that’s not nice.

At the end of it, he was asked to state his name for the record into a camera and stated that he was willingly entering the program to be dealt with as they saw fit.

At no point was he told what to expect. At no point did anyone tell him anything about the Sidhe he was supposed to be dealing with. At no point did he meet Mik or Auhi or any other Sidhe besides Souse.

Thank the fucking gods.

Souse was a mouthy enough bastard as it was.

So when he was all but thrown into a concrete room, he had expected it to be a holding cell. He had expected a cot and, hopefully, a toilet and a camera to keep an eye on him. A slot in the door to let food in. Kind of thing.

What he got was a large concrete room, larger than a prison cell by far. Almost as large as a basketball court. At one end was a cot, made up with a jumble of blankets. Of course, they expected him to make his own bed. In one corner was a couch and a chair, right in front of those was a plasma screen, his new technology.

Not really his. Rel walked over to it and grazed his hand over the matte surface of the screen. It came to life.

This had only been a twinkle in the eye of his engineers when he had gone to prison. They had said it would take years to find a way around the Sidhe bone technology. To take a screen and make it just flat, touch commands with high definition. Soundless so it wouldn’t interfere with police scanners and drones.

He tapped it again and shut the screen off. To one side was a moveable door… thing… Rel had no idea what it was for and it didn’t open so he moved on. There was a lot of space to move and in the middle of that space was a single pot. A large pot, certainly, but all that was at the center of it was a bamboo shoot.

Past that was the bathroom. Toilet, shower, sink and no mirror. Why no mirror? There were even slots in the concrete where the mirror had slipped into. The bathroom was separated from the main room by a half-wall of concrete.

Lights over head and no switch for it, Rel assumed there would be lights out. He looked up and walked back into the main room, looking for some sort of-

“SIDHE!” Rel leaped a foot in the air and thrust himself backwards so hard that the impact with the concrete wall behind him forced the air out of his lungs and bounced his head off the wall painfully.

The creature made a sound.

It had been the heap on the bed. It was holding a blanket over itself protectively, as if the blanket were the only thing keeping it alive. Its arms were nothing more than sticks in flesh and it had no shirt on. Rel decided it was male, what people would, after all, let a female go around without a shirt on?

Eyes watched him with a beaten puppy’s pathetic beliefs. Hopelessly the creature struggled to come up with something besides hopelessness. The eyes were sunk into the sockets, dark rings under them. Cheeks sunk in. Hair just… wrong. The cut, the colour. What little girl had been using this thing as a doll?

It shuddered from head to toe and Rel sighed.

The man pushed off the wall and approached the Sidhe, coming no closer than the bamboo plant. He patted his chest over his heart.

“Rel.” and then a motion to the male.

“Master?”

“No,” Rel shook his head. Obviously not with the… and the… the man was near to screaming as he tried to analyse the situation. If the Sidhe knew his language, then a talk would go easily. But he got the idea that the beaten puppy dog look went deeper than just expressions. Sit, lay down. That kind of thing, “just Rel.”

“Master,” The Sidhe looked towards the door.

“No. Master’s dead.”

Those eyes swung back to Rel, something dangerous passed over them, “dead?” the Sidhe dropped the blanket.

A long, nasty scar traced up the male’s torso and around his neck. Rel gawked at it, his mouth dropping open as he counted the Sidhe’s ribs and pinpointed exactly where specific organs where. That was not the kind of healing a Tahluen could do. Tahluens would have let the male die, and that would have been a killing blow.

“Alright,” Souse had told Rel to verbalize, it helped, “malnourished, that’s an easy enough fix. I wonder why they-”

Without warning the male picked up the bed, tore it off of the bolts holding it to the floor and flung it across the room at the door. Rel skittered away from the door as the male began screaming. Just. Screaming. As abruptly as it started, the male stopped and dropped to the floor, sobbing as he pulled the blanket against him, holding it like a lifeline.

The blanket was too new to have come with the male from the hellhole he had been found in. How had they made him latch onto it like that? Having an idea, Rel tiptoed up to the bed and poked it as if it were a dead animal. Because of its angle, the bed wobbled, Rel leapt back from it, not wanting to get hurt.

The sobbing stopped. The male hiccupped and watched Rel intently. Rel reached out and brought the bed down on all fours and freed the pillow from between the bed and the door. He took it to the male and laid it on the ground, motioning to the male and then to the pillow. He struggled to make some sort of sign that meant take it, its yours. When he had done the best he could, he walked back to the bed and took off a blanket, motioning to it and then to himself as if asking permission to keep it.

He wanted to sleep in the bathroom. Desperately, entirely. A wall between him and the male. But he forced himself to smile, trying not to show teeth, and stripped the couch of two of its cushions. He laid them under the plasma screen, hoping the male wouldn’t throw anything at him and thus, he could save the plasma screen. As he sat on the cushions, the male stood and looked at him, confused. From the cushions to the cot and back to the cushions.

The couch was one of those old things with cushions for the back and for the seat and removable cushions as arm rests. The male approached it as if it would bite him and looked over the couch and then over what Rel had done with the cushions. The chair was quickly stripped of its cushions and they were laid on the couch, beaten into a mound and the male climbed atop it all with his blanket at his pillow.

Claiming it all as his, even though the position the male was in hardly looked comfortable. Rel laid down on his two cushions, his feet dangling over the edge and his back pressed against the concrete wall. Having to deal with the crazies in prison might actually benefit him for this.

Even though he hadn’t meant to draw the Sidhe to the couch. Or to let the creature claim all the damned cushions.

The lights dimmed over head but didn’t completely go out.

Rel congratulated himself on being lucky enough to survive the first day and turned his thoughts towards sleep.


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