Fan Fiction ❯ Netherland ❯ A Sidhe's playground. ( Chapter 3 )

Netherland Chapter Three.

 

A Sidhe's Playground

 

 

Luckily enough for the supernatural community, the precinct we worked for was open twenty four hours, seven days a week. The police drove out to Ward's house, Rio accompanied them, though I doubt it was for any reason other than the fact the two officers asked to make the trip were both constables in their mid twenties. Sometimes I wondered if Rio hadn't been a Sidhe in a former life.

Ward was brought in for questioning, I watched him from the viewing room with my arms folded lightly over my chest. Julius stood at my side in the same position. The vampire tilted his head up and began to sniff at the air, licking his lips as if tasting it.

 

“Anything?” I asked, holding my gaze on Ward. He was as most were in this city, fit, blonde, twenties and most likely a wannabe beach boy.

 

Julius shook his head, “There's no fear around him, no instability, he seems perfectly normal.”

 

“We'll see.” I said and moved away from the glass. “Can I borrow your notes, Rochelle?” I asked and turned to where she was seated at the back of the room, still scribbling on the pad she'd taken on the trip to pick Ward up.

 

“Hold up a sec…” She grumbled as she finished writing out a sentence, then palmed me the book. “Anything happens to them, you owe me.” She said and winked at me. I rolled my eyes.

 

“Shall I bring the handcuffs or you?” I chuckled and slid the book under my arm. She shrugged and lazed back into her chair as I walked on. “Fletch.” I said as I reached the door. He looked over at me, seated across the room with his arms and ankles crossed, staring blankly at the two way mirror.

 

“What?” He said gruffly.

 

“What do you think?” I said, raising a brow at him. He tilted his chin up, taking his eyes of the mirror for the first time since we'd brought Ward in. He then smirked and followed me out. “You know the drill.” I said as he kicked the door closed. He chuckled and cracked his knuckles.

 

“Too well.” He remarked with a wicked grin as we entered the interrogation room. Ward sat with his hands in front of him, his mouth was a thin line and his eyes stared straight ahead. I lounged in the doorway for a moment, then strolled towards one of the chairs opposite the table Ward sat at. Fletch sat next to me and planted his arms over his chest, staring straight at Ward. There was a dead silence in the room, only the sounds of breath husked in the air. The two of us just stared at Ward and watched as his eyes began to move. He looked from one of us to the next, taking each of us in. His eyes lingered on me slightly too long, Fletch cleared his throat and Nathan looked away and back into space.

 

“Mr. Ward.” I said casually as I opened the notebook in my lap and dropped my head down to look at Rio's neat handwriting.

 

“You don't see it.” He whispered, I looked up to him as he said this. There was an odd look in his eyes as his neck slacked and his head lolled to the side. He span a pair of squinted blue eyes towards me. Fletch grunted again, Ward looked at him for a moment, a bead of sweat ran down the side of his face, then he turned back to me and glared. “I'm monkey flesh, immune to your ways, leave me be.” His voice was stark, rushed and scrambled. I raised an eyebrow at him, then looked back to Rio's note book.

 

“Subject appeared calm and willing to questioning. He was granted a moment to prepare before accompanying us to the station, taking a few minutes before he finally entered the car. At first he had seemed willing and talkative, he soon began to quiet down until he just stopped talking.” I smirked silently and looked back to Ward. He stared straight at my eyes, there was an easy calm in them, an intelligence, until he began to shake slightly. I looked at the note book again, “..no records of mental illness, no criminal record…”

 

“No…” Ward suddenly said as he turned his eyes from left to right, he looked to me again and twisted his head to the side, resembling a lizard. “I can't do that…” He whispered, “Where would I hide the body...?” I smirked and folded one of my legs over the other under my long dress and simply sat back and watched as the man in front of me began to mutter gently to himself, as if speaking to an actual person.

 

“Imbecile.” Fletch growled, furrowing his brows as his hands clenched on his biceps. I looked between the two males before leaning forwards in my seat. I folded my hands together and rested my chin atop of them, looking straight at Ward.

 

“You seem a bit distressed.”

“Of course I'm fucking distressed!” He screamed, rising abruptly from his seat. Now at this point, most would have jumped or moved back. I didn't, I sat placidly as the man who was once so calm and in control turned into a lunatic. He hefted one of the chairs over his head, yelling as he threw it at the wall. He then began to pull his hair out of his head. I sighed and looked over to Fletch. He nodded and muttered a couple of words under his breath. Instantly, Ward dropped to the floor, his arms and legs pinned to his body as if he'd been roped, he squirmed on the floor, his mouth clamped shut muffled his screams. Fletch laughed as he cracked his neck from side to side, obviously proud at the results of a very effective binding spell. Sidhe of Fletch's level were quite adapt with more powers than just their personalized ones, they were capable of minor spell casting and sometimes, even great spell casting. In Fletch's case, he was in between, able to master the simple spells, though still struggling with harder magic such as invisibility and transportation.

 

“Well.” I said, flipping the note book closed as I rose to my feet. “I have a couple of things I need to do, so I'm going to leave the rest of this session in the hands of Mr. Micanthro here.” I waved my hand towards Fletch and turned out of the room, closing the door behind me. The moment it shut, a sudden squealing erupted from the room, soon escalating into a horrid scream. I rested my back to the door for a moment, smirking as I turned my eyes to the side and watched the floor. Then I moved into the next room, opened the door and looked to where the others were peering through the window to the scene inside. Like them, I walked over to get a look as well, Fletch could be very…original, shall we say in his interrogation methods. As I came in front of the window, I chuckled slightly at the scene which greeted me.

 

Ward struggled manically on the ground, his mouth was wide open, either he'd broken the binding spell or…Fletch had wanted to hear him scream. He rolled on the floor, pressing his head hard into the cement floor. A smoke erupted from his head and a stench began to fill our room. I looked to Fletch, he sat in the exact same position as before, only his right hand was pointed out towards Ward. Now, though I wasn't a spell caster myself, like Sidhe and other Fey, I could still smell magic at least. Fletch used his hand of power, as it was called, an ability personalized to each Sidhe. His was spontaneous combustion, and after hundreds of years, he had more than a good handle on his power. Right now, he was concentrating on the ends of Ward's hair, singing them and creating the smoke and that god awful smell. I chuckled, he deserved it. It didn't take a genius to figure out that Ward had seen the writing on the wall and decided to instantly work on the insanity plea, if it had ever gone that far.

 

“Interesting,” I remarked as Ward began to beg and plead for Fletch to stop in his tormenting. “He was willing to go down for someone.” I sighed and shook my head slightly, closing my eyes. “Ward isn't our guy.”

 

“Should we hold him?” Rio asked as she flicked her lighter out and lit up a cigar.

 

“Might as well, he was obviously involved.” I said and lifted my head back up, looking over as Fletch continued to torture Ward.

 

“Maybe it's a good thing he sticks to rats.” Julius said with a suave smirk. Rio grunted slightly at the comment, I shook my head.

 

“Someone call him off.” I said. “He's enjoying it too much.”