"Don't chase the rabbit" - El for Errol any verse
Elyse had asked Errol what he was like as a child, and despite him warning her that she really didn't want to know... Well, she insisted. So, reluctantly, the faerie used magick to pluck a memory from his head. The little star shaped, irridescent memory sparkled in her palm as he placed it there. "It will disolve on your tongue and then you'll see it through my eyes, hear it through my ears, feel it through my hands... Everything. You'll experience the memory as if it were your own," he explained. "Just put it in your mouth and you'll find out for yourself exactly what I was like as a child."
The unseelie feared this would be the end of his friendship with Elyse, but the witch who had used her healing magick to fix him up countless times deserved the truth about him. He watched anxiously as she placed the memory on her tongue and it started to disolve, turning her eyes white with the vision of his youth. Elyse's sight would begin to tunnel into darkneas, then light would drip in from above like glowing ink in water, slowly spreading until the picture formed and she was surrounded by Errol's childhood memory.
"How was your first night here? Did you sleep okay?" A tall woman asked as Errol shuffled to a kitchen table and sat down. She set a plate of bacon, eggs, and toast in front of him, smiling kindly at the eight year old.
Ignoring her question entirely, all he could think was how much he hated her. He didn't even know her, but that didn't matter. He hated her, and all her coworkers, and all the other kids in this wretched place, and he hated being here at this so called 'home' for troubled boys. He wanted to set it all on fire.
"Errol, I'm talking to you. It's polite to answer." The woman prodded.
"Fuck off and lick a livewire, you batty cunt."
It seemed his reply didn't startle her as much as he hoped, because instead of clutching her pearls, she just sighed at the young boy. "Cursing gets you sent to your room without breakfast, but since it's your first day here, I'll give you a chance to answer politely before taking your plate away. Care to try again?"
Errol looked her dead in the eyes and growled, "touch my food and I'll stab you, bitch."
She gave another disappointed sigh and reached for his plate to take it away. However, before she could lift it more than a couple inches off the table, Errol snatched the fork away and shoved the tines down into her hand with so much force that it went all the way through, split the wood of the table, and pinned her bleeding flesh there.
A shriek of pain and shock split through the air like lightening shooting out of her mouth. Other orderlies rushed into the room to see what was happening while some of the other boys screamed or shouted as well at the sudden violence. Errol sneered at her with a satisfied hiss from between his teeth.
Suddenly there were arms around him, grabbing his arms and restraining him. The little fae began kicking and flailing, trying to get out of the other orderlie's grip, but the man was an adult and he was a child, and too small to get away. As he was carried to the bedroom he was now expected to share with several other delinquent boys, Errol let a string of profanities leave his mouth as he threatened to kill every last one of them.
Unfiltered fury was the last thing that faded from the memory as it finished disolving on Elyse's tongue. The feelings, thoughts, and sensations accompanying the memory disappeared with the star, and Elyse would come back to her present reality with Errol staring at her with an extreme expression of conceen on his face, trying to gauge her reaction to the violent little monster that was Errol as a child.
