Of The Fairy Prince

[Originally written for Nanowrimo 2018 Challenge. Told from the viewpoint of Jane Westmuir.]
I watched him squirm on the ground like he was dying, although I knew better. I would never be strong enough to kill the Prince of Fairies. Never. Thomas would have, I was quite sure. At least it would have been a very equal fight.

”Stand up, Patrick. I think we've watched your play for long enough.”
Thomas sighed, rubbing his forehead.
”We know you won't be hurt that easily.”
”But I AM hurt! You hurt me! I might not die but I promise you I can still FEEL!”
Patrick wailed on the ground, theatrically flailing around on the wet pavement.
”Listen now. You are charged with a theft, a burglary and possession of stolen magical items.”
”Yes, well, that was… you need to have some thrill in life, no? To feel that you really are alive..!”
He tried to explain and I shook my head with a sigh. I knew his tricks and they didn't work on me anymore.
”Patrick. I hope you understand you just can't do that...”
”Well...”
”Patrick. Seriously.”