Merc shoves the man off himself and grabs him by the head, and I watch as he rips it clean off his body, sending a fountain of blood all over the room.
His eyes are red hot with anger.
“That bitch!” he roars.
I’m stuck. I don’t know what to do. Every instinct to pull and run away has left me, the man holding me is too strong, and I’m struck with anxiety. I feel frozen to the floor.
“W-What do you want?” I ask breathlessly.
“We know what Mercurius cares about now…and oh, your blood will be oh so helpful too,” the man behind me croons into my ear.
I feel him pulling me backwards, toward the door.
“No, no…” I finally start to wriggle in his hold, but it hurts. His hands feel like clamps on my arms.
“Shut the fuck up,” another voice from the side of me, and a gag is tossed over my head and tightened at my mouth.
Merc is fighting off five or six others as I’m pulled into the alleyway.
The fight quickly moves into the darkness of the night. All I can do is plant my feet to the ground and refuse to be pulled any further.
The light of the moon is strong above us, and I feel it tingle on my skin.
There has to be something I can do, doesn’t there?
“Fuck!” Merc growls as he’s brought to the ground by a bolt of lightning, then another, and another. All four men that remain fighting him are constantly attacking him with…magic? I can only assume.
Merc manages to take one of them out by the legs, and I watch him rip open his throat and chest with his teeth, but before he can do anything else, transparent daggers ripple out from the hands of one of my captors and surrounds him.
Merc screams in a high-pitched hiss as the daggers stab him over and over again.
“Felicity!” he groans as he falls to the ground.
I have to do something. I’m a freaking fairy for Pete’s sake! Maybe only half. But there has to be something…anything…
I focus as hard as I kind. Squeezing my eyes closed, tears running down my cheeks and finding my mouth. Salty and warm.
The moon above me feels like fuel. It feels like…a smooth warmth that surrounds my entire body.
Not just that, anger. Pure fury.
I open my eyes to see Merc bleeding on the ground and nothing else matters.
A scream escapes me, like a high-pitched bell with only one note. The gag evaporates from my mouth, gone just like that.
“Let go of me!” I turn around with more strength than I’ve ever felt in my life and shove the man behind me away with one hand on his face.
My hand burns into his skin and he goes stumbling back in pain.
“Get away from him!” I have no idea what I’m doing, but I spread my hands out, and light begins to form from my palms. It’s like I’m another person entirely. Every move I make is instinctual.
Light surrounds me, the light of the moon taking form in me. A person. No, a Fae.
Several of Mercurius’s attackers run, like cowards, but the ones that don’t…
They quickly discover why they should have.
When I put my hands forwards, the light engulfs every living thing, except Merc. And screams fill my ears. It only lasts a couple seconds, before it leaves me. Leaves me breathless and dizzy.