Heroes

A Fae Visitor

Lorelei walked down the halls of the Deck, where the Heroes in training learned how to be a Hero, only she wasn't headed for class. She was headed for the Bick's office. She pushed through the paned doors to the Bick.

At the desk in the middle of the room was Belinda Ick. Tall, willowy, brown hair and eyes. Age had been good to the old bat. At least looks wise. Otherwise Belinda was as ornery as an old man with a prostate infections. She had called Lorelei into her office for the eighty-seventh time and counting. Lorelei had done just about all someone could do that would constitute her as a problem child. Brawls, pranks, illegal business, instigating, and, worst of all, making a fool out of the instructers. And, there was nothing, and I repeat nothing, that they could mete out to keep Lorelei in check.

The Bick drummed her fingers on the desk staring down an amused Lorelei. This time she'd broken the nose, dislocated the shoulder, and snapped the leg of a son of a very high up member of society. The Ewolls. Desmond Ewolls. He was a spindly little brat with more arrogance than Lorelei had spunk, and Lorelei had endless spunk. Lorelei cocked her hip out grinning at the Bick.

"Hello Bick, how are ya? It's been awhile hasn't it?" She plopped herself down on one of the ornate chairs in front of the wood desk.

The whole room was a mash of fancy and worn things. The desk was worn, the chairs were beyond fancy and the paintings on the walls depicted battles past and were rimmed in golden flowers. The walls were rotting and held together by random planks of wood that, in a failed attempt to cover it, stabbed with silver roses. Oh, the blood money that had funded this....

"Too soon for my blood pressure." the Bick sighed, "I'm quite tired of you Miss Igdonese. And it's Mrs. Ick to you."

"Anyways, Bick," she paused letting the defiance sit in and smiled faintly at the tick in Bick's jaw, "I'm not going to bore you with an explanation because we both know that Desmond started it and we also both know that because of the Ewolls money you're going to transfer the blame to me. After all, you need more money to fund those tacky silver roses and awful self portraits."

"Miss Igdonese!" She looked at her horrified.

"Cut the crap." Lorelei spat.

She wasn't mad or anything of the like. She was pissed. Pissed that the Bick acted as though the truth was horrifying.

"Watch your tone, Miss Idonese, you wouldn't want the Chief to suddenly decide that a daimon is too dangerous to keep around our precious Heroes." the Bick warned.

"I am as much a Hero as you." Lorelei ground out.

"As if you can say that. You are half Night Fae, I'm surprised the gods don't smite you for saying that." the Bick stood from her position behind the desk and sidled over to the front of it, "However, that is besides the point. You must be punished."

"Right, how else will you be able to afford those hideous pantsuits?" Lorelei smarted off.

They were hideous. swatches of random colors tagged onto the hot pink base including puke-ular green and mustard yellow. Tassles hung from her arms and legs along with a belt she wore like a beauty pagent sash. It hurt to look at it.

"As if you would understand. It's avant garde. I suppose all Night Fae need are some condoms." the Bick's smile was that of a spider's, "Now, back to your punishment. I was thinking that you could spar Desmond with your hands tied behind you." Lorelei clenched her jaw.

Letting Desmond win? That was a slap in the face to her pride. Lorelei had no doubt that she could beat Desmond with her hands behind her back. However, what worried her was the the Bick knew that and still suggested it making Lorelei think there was a little more to it. The punishment hadn't been a suggestion, it had been a decision. Lorelei, though, grinned assuredly all too aware of the twinkle in Belinda Ick's eyes.