The little Fae man child had been asleep for only a few hours but Scarlet had been oh so busy during that time. She carried his lightweight form to a place the both of them found very familiar. It was the perfect place. Not too far from Knife's Edge, and it was already equipped with the cage and iron shackles, things Scarlet had been very accustomed to.

The surrounding area was dim, the morning light streaking through cracks in the burnt out wood and windows, sunbeams hit the snow laden floor where the roof had caved in. Scarlet sat on a wooden chair, facing the cage. Scelera eyes watching as Fenn stirred. She hadn’t entirely figured out what she wanted to do with him yet. All she knew is that she felt like doing this. She wanted to see him struggle, just as he watched her struggle against Vincent, and did nothing to help. Cause and effect, little one.

A soundless groan fell from Fenns lips as his tiny blonde brows furrowed in concern. He hissed through clenched teeth as he tenderly touched the burnt skin where the iron had been chafing against. "What, no greeting back?" Scarlet asked, a bemused look on her face.

Fenn halted his movement, his eyes widening in both fear and realisation. Scarlet felt her heart still at the expression. Something about it… it made her actually feel something. Excitement. Thrill. Just how far could she push him? “Don’t worry. You’re safe here.” She said as she stood from her chair and approached the cage. “Nothing can get in… or out.” Fenn gave her a pleading look, shaking hands started scrawling on the ground with ice. Scarlet leaned over, feigning interest.

‘WHY DO THIS?’

Scarlet rubbed her chin, as though she were in thought. “Hmm…” She didn’t answer him, instead she straightened her back.


"Do you remember this place?" Scarlet asked as she lightly drew a finger across one of the iron bars. "It's so nostalgic..." She trailed off and stepped away from the cage, holding her arms out wide, the place was burnt out and the roof had caved in in some places. Where it had not snowed, dust lay heavy and thick against the floor. "This place, Fennik..." Scarlet dragged her foot across the wooden panel and kicked up a plume of dust, underneath lay scratch marks from a battle so long ago it was almost forgotten.

"Is the place where we met."

Coughing from the dust, the boystared at the floor in leaden disbelief a moment, his eyes widening as the words sank in. Fenn tugged against his chains. Shaking, curled hands couldn't quite form the gestures he wanted to speak. Still, his snarl spoke well enouh for him. Why? Why are you telling me this?

Scarlet reached into the cage, her clawed and blackened fingers gently grazed against the top of Fenn’s head, curling into his mop of sandy blonde hair. “Don’t you see Fennick? I am going to fix you.” She placed emphasis on the word, and it dripped from her lips in a venomous tone, almost ecstatic at the prospect of what was to come. Her heartless gaze and cruel, twisted grin meant none of those things were good. She tightened the hold on his head and went to coax him closer, almost pressing his face against the bars.

She stopped when the sound of a whimpering wolf echoed from the next room. She lifted her head and let go of Fenn, hands snaking back to her sides. Daugi… no doubt the closest thing Fenn had to a family. Wouldn’t it be fun to see what would happen...

The two were silent, which made the pained howls and whimpers all the more prominent.

Scarlet made a sound that was similar to a giggle, but it sounded off kilter. “Oh. Maybe I should fix that first…”