Summary: Pekka Rollins caught Kaz Brekker. He spent months with him, finding out most of his weaknesses and a few of his secrets. After five months, he caught the rest. Or so he thought.

Six pairs of eyes were glaring at Pekka Rollins. Well, five. The sixth pair was barely open.

Rollins grinned at them madly. He looked at each one of them.

Wylan Van Eck.
Jesper Fahey.
Nina Zenik.
Matthias Helvar.
Inej Ghafa.
And Kaz Brekker.

His grin grew. Brekker.

At least, that was the name he told his friends. He knew better.

The Wraith struggled the most. Shouting and threatening him. The others were just glaring and growling.

Well, almost everyone. Brekker just glared. Didn't move, didn't make a sound. Just glared.

Pekka looked each of them in the eyes. "Isn't this nice. All six of you, here, with me. And one of you will get his entire life ruined." He laughed. (Psychopath)

Helvar stared at him. "What the Djel do you mean by that?!"

Rollins shook his head. "It took me months to figure out any of the Demon's weaknesses, his fears!", there was a spark in his eyes. A spark of madness. "Now that I have them. Why not tell the people he cares for the most? He is so ashamed, doesn't want to tell anyone, because he is too scared of rejection from his little makeshift family!"

By know he was cycling Kaz, who stared at him almost completely emotionless. Almost. In his eyes was fear.

Fahey tugged at his bindings (Oh btw they are bound to a wall, forgot to mention it, whoops). "You don't make sense Rollins! If Kaz was afraid of anything, he would've buried his fears in Hell so that no one can find them!"

Pekka laughed. "Oh Mr. Fahey, that's where you're wrong! You see, he tried to bury them, to hide them, to glove them!"

The Crows were staring at Kaz now. But not really at him per say. At his hands, his ungloved hands.

The Grisha girl looked at Pekka and glared. "No one is completely without fear! Not even Kaz Brekker!"

A happy sigh escaped Rollins's mouth. "You're almost right, my dear."

The Van Eck boy was growling at him. The Van Eck boy. Growling! A sight to behold indeed! "And what is that supposed to mean?"

Brekker looked at each of the Crows, then at Pekka. His voice was barely above a whisper, but everyone could here it. The fear in it. "Please don't."

But it was no use.

"To answer you question Mr. Van Eck. Kaz Brekker can't be without fear", he smirked. "Because Kaz Brekker doesn't exist."

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And then it happened. Too fast for him to notice. The Ghafa girl was free and had managed to tackle him without making a sound. He supposed that's why they called her the Wraith.

Brekker- Rietveld, he reminded himself. Was kneeling next to him. "I think I'll take these."

And snatched his gloves from Pekka's pockets. And then they ran. But before they were out of earshot Rollins called after them. "You can't hide forever, Rietveld!"

He could see Kaz turn his head one more time, before running after the others.

And then they were gone.