“True fae?” Several people repeat in unison, looking around.
“Yea. Apparently, she produced the true fae light ball and killed a man.”
“I didn-”
You’re going to admit to a group of people who want to hurt you and take you to someone else who likely wants to hurt you that you didn’t kill a man?
“I did.”
“You? True fae?” Dickface laughs.
Now would be a really good fucking time to create a light ball.
“Yea. Why do you think everyone is looking for me? Why do you think I was hiding out in a run-down building?”
I can tell they are all putting things together, but I have nothing else to really drive home the point.
“I don’t believe it. True faes don’t exist.”
“That’s what everyone believed until I created a light ball in my hands and killed a man.”
“Do it again,” Dickface challenges.
“No. I’m not some circus clown you can get to perform for you.”
“Do it, or I’ll do the fae community a favor and kill you here. Tell Samara that you were resisting and accidents happen.”
“So, let me get this right… I need to prove to you I’m a true fae, or you’ll kill me for being a true fae. Seems like a damned if you do, damned if you don’t situation if you ask me.”
“I don’t care what kind of situation you think it is. Do it, now!”
“Who should I direct it at? Who do you want to kill?”
Rich chokes on his words and looks at his crew, who are all looking around nervously.
“In order to show you, I have to direct the ballatsomeone.”
“No you don’t. You can just create a ball.”
“I can’t. You won’t know if I’m a witch creating a light ball or a true fae. Only the true faes can kill.”
Who the fuck knows? I don’t and I’m certain they haven’t read a book in probably like ever.
“That’s a lie,” another woman chimes, at the same time she’s taking a step back.
Her actions contradict her words. She doesn’t believe what she’s saying, so I double down, pulling my hands up to my chest and stepping towards her.
She shifts into a cat and bolts.
One down. Am I too hopeful to think I can mind-fuck them all enough to run? Likely.
Dickface steps towards his group. “If anyone else leaves, you’re out of the club.”
“The cool cats club?” I laugh out loud, so fucking proud of myself. Hell, if I’m going to die today, I’m sure as shit going to do it my way.
Dick smacks me hard across the face, bringing blood to my lip.
“Ass wipe,” I say, clutching my cheek and swiping the blood away.
