508 Bird Cage
***WARNING: LANGUAGE AND DISTURBING CONTENT***
Nicolas sat in quiet horror as he watched Doctor Stein dissecting a goblin through the tiny bars of the bird cage he had been thrown in. He had done an excellent job making the palace guards and soldiers chase him. There was a good two dozen or so trailing behind him when heâd come across Draco and Sheri.
They were walking down the hallway when theyâd heard the commotion, and had caught Nicolas shorty thereafter. Sheri was a master at manipulating water with her magic. She used the light streaming in from the windows, and reflected it into his eyes as he was flying towards them. Within those few moments of blindness, Draco had ran up, and smacked him against the wall.
The next thing Nicolas knew, he was waking up in Doctor Steinâs new office. Since Marco was in charge now, he didnât care if anyone saw the doctor cutting into a goblin corpse. The man had a hundred things to do, and not nearly enough time to accomplish everything that he wanted. Multitasking was the only way that the doctor thought he could get everything done according to his Kingâs timetable..
A kind of upbeat music that Nicolas had never heard before was playing in the background as he dismantled the goblin. The smell was what had actually woken Nicolas up from being knocked out cold. As he tried to keep the contents of his stomach in place, Doctor Stein caught his movements from the corner of his eye.
Whirling around with blackened gloves, Stein grinned broadly as he stared at the old Fae, and said; âOh! Youâre awake! Good! Good, good, good, good. Now we can get started! The King wants a report on you as soon as possible, so I better set this down now, but-oh! I need to take out the other liver first. The second heart can stay, but I donât even know what that thing is-â
âExcuse me, but can you tell me whatâs going on?â Nicolas asked with a groggy-sounding voice.
The surge of adrenaline he had felt from seeing Stein cutting into the goblin had brought his senses to a screaming height. But Nicolas wasnât stupid, either. It was obvious from what the man had said that he needed to buy some time..
âI have no doubt that when he says âreportâ, he means an autopsy.. I need to buy time, or I have a feeling that Iâll end up like that goblin..â
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As the thought stayed in the back of Nicâs mind, he rubbed the side of his head as he lazily looked at the foul-smelling doctor in front of him. The man didnât seem malicious, just...insane, to the old Fae. But that didnât mean that Nicolas was going to underestimate him.
As he stayed sitting on the cold floor of the bird cage, Doctor Stein came closer as he spoke; âOf course you donât remember. You were konked out by Draco and Sheri. Theyâre the ones that brought ya to me. Itâs my job to learn things..â
Nicolas swallowed hard as he asked; âWhat kind of things?â
Stein burst out laughing for a few seconds, then said; âAll the things! First off: what class of Fae are you? I know it, but I still have to ask. In case you Fae have terms or names for subspecies I that donât know about. Like this guy back here! Did you know-â
Stein whipped around, and went back to hover above the dead goblinâs head as he continued; âThat apparently goblins have their own version of lords? Fascinating stuff.. But the best parts are always on the inside. Like this!â
Reaching in with his already-bloodied glove, Stein lifted up what looked like three waterskin bags strung together as he spoke; âLook, look, look! Five! Count them! FIVE stomachs! Why so many?! Are they the reason that goblins can eat any kind of raw meat? Oh! And this! It has two hearts! One even looks like itâs been damaged! But the thing was still tickinâ along like nothing!â
As Stein tugged and shifted the organs as he spoke, the smell from before became even more intense. As Nicolas covered his face with his arm, the doctor glanced inside the body. A surly expression instantly covered his face as he reached in, and pulled out a leaking intestine.
âFuck! The acid will corrode the body from the inside now! Dammit! Dammit! Dammit!â Stein yelled as he stomped his feet like a child in a tantrum.
When Steinâs eyes landed on Nicolas, he felt the icy chill of death creep up his spine. It was well known that Stein wasnât stable, but Nicolas had never heard of him going full-blown mental like this before. As he walked towards the old Fae with a deranged look in his eyes, Nicolas tried to think of a way to stall him..
As he reached for the cage, Nic quickly said; âIf you donât mind me asking, why are you doing an autopsy on a goblin?â
A kind of light came back into the doctorâs eyes before he replied; âOh, itâs a hobby. I cut up anything I donât know. Itâs the fastest way to learn how it works! The King only cares about weaknesses, or how we can use them. But I just want to see..â
Nic didnât want to ask, but knew it would keep him talking; âSee what?â
Stein grinned like a child at Yuletide as he answered; âThem. What makes them, them.. Their insides, their outsides, how it all connects to create individual works of art! And! And I get to be the one to take it all apart..â
As a twisted smile stretched across his face, Nicolas knew that he needed to keep buying time.. âOr Iâll end up his next project..â
Forcing a smile to his own face, Nicolas nodded as he commented; âWell, thatâs a-a lovely way to see it. Most people just see...the, the mess and morbidity of it. Ahem-Itâs rare to find a person that sees the beauty of the intricacies of living beings.â
Doctor Steinâs entire demeanor lit up; âI know, right? I canât believe weâre not carving each other up on the streets! Though, I suppose the cleanup wouldnât really be worth it. Most humans are all the same, except for the outside. Fae are the real works of art..â
An eerie look reflected in the doctorâs eyes as he squinted at Nicolas, and asked; âTake you for example: I bet youâre one of the most interesting Fae Iâll ever see! I mean, youâre fucking Santa! You fly! How long have you lived? Do you make the reindeer fly, or is it something else? Is Maevis Mrs. Claws? I think sheâs a bit bitchy for the role, but someone would need to keep you in line!â
Nicolas nodded and smiled along as the doctor bounced between rambling questions, and rambling off creepy stories about previous dissections. When he mentioned that the goblin he was working on now was around his two-hundredth, Nicolas swallowed hard as he asked; âWhy have you been dissecting so many Fae lately?â
Not thinking, Stein started to go off; âOh, the King wants me to be ready to test my new babies out soon. Stupid Norvis has some monstrosity that he wants to test out too, but I donât see the point. My zombies are More than capable of putting down everything from people, to Fae. Him tagging along when I go to Warrick Forest has had me in a foul mood all day..â
Nicolasâ heart dropped as he asked; âWarrick Forest? Why would you go there?â
Doctor Stein stared blankly at him for a minute, then burst out in laughter before replying; âYou really donât get it, do you? The Fae, the Highlanders, even Dragonhorn will come to see it. But itâll be too late then..â
âSee what?â Nicolas inquired, ignoring the doctorâs derogative laugh.
After another hearty chuckle, he bent over to be level with Nic as he answered; âThat this kingdom-no: this entire continent, belongs to my King. And no one will get in his way, and live.. That includes his brother and his allies..â
As shock and horror covered Nicolasâ features, Doctor Stein grinned at him as he said; âNow, letâs get you set up on your canvas, shall we? I really am curious to see if Tamer magic is all you have.â
Seeing a tiny opportunity, Nicolas replied humbly; âWell, I can honestly say Iâm but a simple Tamer, but there is one thing that sets me apart from most other Fae alive.â
His curiosity peaked, Stein asked; âAnd whatâs that?â
Nicolas smirked; âMy knowledge.. I have been in almost every single library this world has: including the Fae Empressâ personal library. I can make magical items with ease, as well as have a vast knowledge base of history.. The Real history of this world. How many Fae have you met that can say that?â
Stein crossed an arm over his stomach, and rested his elbow from his other arm on it. He rubbed at his chin with a contemplative expression, smearing the goblin blood and bile all over the bottom part of his face. As Nicolas tried to maintain his stomach and nerves, Stein leaned back over to be equal with Nicolas, and said flatly; âIs this just an attempt to stay alive?â
Nicolas shrugged; âI mean, you could kill me easily enough. But then you wonât learn everything Only seeing my...inner art, would be ignoring the most beautiful part of me.â
As Stein internally debated with himself, a guard flung open the door, and announced; âThe King is calling for you, Doctor Stein. He wants you to do an evaluation of the Vice Commander before sheâs sent to the dungeons.â
âWhy?â came his annoyed answer.
The guard swallowed hard as he tried not to gag from the smell of the room; âI believe itâs for a report that the King plans to send to the Ruscovic King.â
Stein deflated; âWhich means I donât get to see her soulâs art.. A shame.â
Looking at Nicolas, Stein said; âWeâll discuss extending your time when I return. But I wouldnât get your hopes up if I were you. The King may not care whatâs in your head. Only how we can add you to the army.â
Nicolas nodded like he wasnât concerned, then sat quietly as they left the room. After making sure that no one else was around, Nicolas tried to use his Tamer magic, but to no avail.. âThis bloody cage must be made of sealing stone.. Ironic the land that made it through the portal from our world is the only material that stops magic.. I wonder if the humans know that it comes from our home world?â
As Nicolas started to examine his prison, a familiar voice called out; âYou look ridiculous stuck in that thing.. How many houses have you gone in and out of over the centuries? But you canât manage to escape one little bird cage?â
A happy, albeit sarcastic smile stretched across his face as Nic turned around to see Maevis fluttering down from the ceiling. Three Brownie spies scurried across the floor, making sure that they were alone before Lieutenant Tryst jumped onto the table, and started to pick the bird cageâs lock. As he started to diligently work, Maevis landed, and put her hand on his shoulder..
Grinning evilly, she looked at Nicolas as she spoke to the Lieutenant; âFor all of the trouble heâs caused, I say we donât let him out until he clucks like a chicken..â
Nic glared at her; âNowâs not the time for your nonsense! We need to leave Now! Or Dragonhorn and our home will be leveled!â