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tamingthemuseTitle: Leash
Author: naughty_bangles
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: all mine!
Prompt #461 Leash
Belcheigh didn’t hate the rest of the fairy people. He just thought they could become better.
It required sacrifice, of course, but nothing was free in this world, and the benefits they would gain from his plan and experiments were worth the lives they had taken. The fairies may not see it like this, if they ever found out, but history would give him reason. He knew it, deep inside, that his actions were the dawn of a new era for the fairy people, an era of power and peace.
History would eventually forget about the dirty work that would lead there.
Of course, for the moment, everything had to be contained, to remain a secret. It was vital for the success of his project. That’s why he had hired a group of fairies that money could make loyal, and kept them in a tight leash, to remind them that compromising his plans had its own kind of reward. And it seemed now was a one of those time when a little reminder might be necessary.
The fairies that worked willingly for him were gathered in a small, bare room, currently empty between the shipments necessary to maintain their cover. They weren’t that diverse, when you took into account the number of different kind of fairies populating Pioga. None of the fairy races were more prone to ambiguous morality by nature, but socio-economical status had pushed some races in shady business more than others. The fairies before Belcheigh were from those races, without any exception. He was the only one to be part of a well-considered race.
“Another worker has escaped”, Belcheigh said without raising his voice, looking at each mercenary. They had the decency to look at unease.
“It was wounded”, one of them, a short fairy with two pairs of wings in the back, replied. “Just one of those stupid Kakpallies. It’s probably dead by now.”
The words sounded assured, but the frequent looks the fairy was throwing at his friends belied them.
“Have you found a body?”, Belcheigh asked again.
The fairies silently looked at each other. The answer was clear in their demeanor, but the same fairy as before clarified it anyway :
“No, but it could be anywhere. Humans will think it’s only a big cricket.”
Belcheigh stared at the fairy until the other’s eyes lowered to the ground. They may look strong and tough, they were weak, all of them, and that was what made them so easy to manipulate.
Belcheigh went to tap into his power core, and slowly, the other fairy’s wings began to shrink, like they were retreating inside the fairy’s back. The other ones let small cries escape when they realised what was happening to their companion. Eyes wide open, mouths agape, they stared as the wings shrank so much they looked like they had disappeared. Their owner was looking at his friends, asking what was wrong with him without obtaining any answer.
“You know the rules. No one leave. Now, I suggest you find the body, if you want your friend here to get his wings back. And if you all wish to stay whole.”
Belcheigh didn’t stay to see if they had understood. He knew they had.
Sometimes, you had to pull that leash a little.
Author: naughty_bangles
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: all mine!
Prompt #461 Leash
Belcheigh didn’t hate the rest of the fairy people. He just thought they could become better.
It required sacrifice, of course, but nothing was free in this world, and the benefits they would gain from his plan and experiments were worth the lives they had taken. The fairies may not see it like this, if they ever found out, but history would give him reason. He knew it, deep inside, that his actions were the dawn of a new era for the fairy people, an era of power and peace.
History would eventually forget about the dirty work that would lead there.
Of course, for the moment, everything had to be contained, to remain a secret. It was vital for the success of his project. That’s why he had hired a group of fairies that money could make loyal, and kept them in a tight leash, to remind them that compromising his plans had its own kind of reward. And it seemed now was a one of those time when a little reminder might be necessary.
The fairies that worked willingly for him were gathered in a small, bare room, currently empty between the shipments necessary to maintain their cover. They weren’t that diverse, when you took into account the number of different kind of fairies populating Pioga. None of the fairy races were more prone to ambiguous morality by nature, but socio-economical status had pushed some races in shady business more than others. The fairies before Belcheigh were from those races, without any exception. He was the only one to be part of a well-considered race.
“Another worker has escaped”, Belcheigh said without raising his voice, looking at each mercenary. They had the decency to look at unease.
“It was wounded”, one of them, a short fairy with two pairs of wings in the back, replied. “Just one of those stupid Kakpallies. It’s probably dead by now.”
The words sounded assured, but the frequent looks the fairy was throwing at his friends belied them.
“Have you found a body?”, Belcheigh asked again.
The fairies silently looked at each other. The answer was clear in their demeanor, but the same fairy as before clarified it anyway :
“No, but it could be anywhere. Humans will think it’s only a big cricket.”
Belcheigh stared at the fairy until the other’s eyes lowered to the ground. They may look strong and tough, they were weak, all of them, and that was what made them so easy to manipulate.
Belcheigh went to tap into his power core, and slowly, the other fairy’s wings began to shrink, like they were retreating inside the fairy’s back. The other ones let small cries escape when they realised what was happening to their companion. Eyes wide open, mouths agape, they stared as the wings shrank so much they looked like they had disappeared. Their owner was looking at his friends, asking what was wrong with him without obtaining any answer.
“You know the rules. No one leave. Now, I suggest you find the body, if you want your friend here to get his wings back. And if you all wish to stay whole.”
Belcheigh didn’t stay to see if they had understood. He knew they had.
Sometimes, you had to pull that leash a little.
