Showtime.
The
curtains were open and revealed the battlefield.
Anette
stood in the middle of it all; her eyes were completely black as a blood red
glow surrounded her. A snarl graced her lips while the magic coursed through
her veins.
“Are you going to finish him?” The Bride spoke in her ear as Anette glanced down on Frederick’s unconscious
body. Killing him was the only thing on her mind as she lifted her hand, formed
a dagger in her palm and recalled the things that happened after John had
revealed whom he was working for.
They
were going to confront them before tonight’s performance. The answers that John
had given them were vague and not very specific, but they would be clearer
after tonight.
Everyone
was on edge, seemingly getting ready for the inevitable. The Wishmaster had
removed his hat and blazer, and had begun to flex his hands and fingers. He and
Anette were the only ones with magic, so they would distract Frederick and the others while Marco and the
rest of the guys would be the muscle mass behind this operation.
Tarja,
and the rest of Club Scaretale’s employees had been ordered to keep a distance
and would only interfere if it was absolutely necessary.
Anette
sat in the Storyteller’s room and tried to shake the Bride’s voice out of her
head. Ever since she had lost control during the questioning of John a few
hours ago, the alluring creature simply would not leave her alone.
“It is addictive and dangerous…”
Emma’s
voice drifted by and made Anette’s blood turn to ice. She had let this go too
far, but it just felt too good to be in so much control. Her thirst for revenge
needed to be satisfied.
Anette
picked up a small piece of paper and grabbed her quill.
“I am all the power you will need. Together we can
revenge your friend. You just need to let me in… completely.”
The
tone in her voice was low and bone chilling.
“The bride will lure you, cook you, eat you” The words from the familiar song brought a smile to
her lips before she began to write.
“For her revenge, the Storyteller needs the powers
that the Bride possesses. She will let the Bride share the woman’s body until
the Storyteller thinks that the creature’s powers are no longer necessary.”
Anette
put down the quill and turned around as a shriek reached her ears. The Bride
stood in front of her, the torn white dress she wore revealed much of her
scarred skin. Her hands were covered in blood and her cheeks sunken in and
pale. Anette met her completely black eyes as her breath hitched. Her gut
twitched as the creature walked up to her. She was beautifully tragic, just
like Anette felt. Maybe that was why they fit so well together.
“Help
me.” Anette looked into the Bride’s eyes and caught the amused glint in them.
“Tick-tock, tick-tock, tick-tock.” the Bride said before she turned into a thick mist
and launched forward. Anette breathed in and felt how her skin began to buzz.
“And what a show we have for you tonight!” Anette said and chuckled, feeling how the Bride’s
powers traveled through her veins.
“They
are here.” Emppu said as he searched the main floor for Frederick and the group
of men he was always with when he visited Club Scaretale.
Emppu
and the rest of the guys had armed themselves with pipes and crowbars, ready
for a violent confrontation.
The
door attendants were instructed to only let Frederick and his companions in. Suddenly,
the doors flew open, revealing the door attendants and Frederick’s companions
who held them in vice like grips.
The
Wishmaster flicked his wrist and appeared in front of the heavily armed gang. Each
of them had cloaks over their suits, and a crossbow in their hands.
“I
think we can skip the pleasantries, I bet you already know why we are here.”
Frederick said and smiled confidently.
“Yes,
from what we have found out, you are here to destroy us. Correct?”
“Oh
yes, John provided you with the right information indeed. But it is not only
you we are after, it is the magic.” the armed man spoke and signaled for his
men to come closer. At the same time, the Wishmaster could hear how his own men
gathered up behind him.
“Why
would you…”
“Because
magic is a destroyer. It has corrupted people for centuries, powerful men has
lost their minds in order to contain it, children having delusional dreams
after watching a simple card trick, people hoping for magic to cure them.”
Frederick spat out the words as his fist clenched.
“Magic
has no place in this world, just like this club. And I will happily destroy it.”
Frederick raised the crossbow, and fired it towards the Wishmaster, but the man
dodged the arrow as he disappeared in a cloud of green smoke. Marco, and the
rest of the guys moved forward, pipes connecting with bones.
Frederick
moved away from the group.
“Oh,
where is the big and scary Wishmaster? A man so powerful should not be hiding
behind his employees.”
“But
he is not.” the Wishmaster said as the smoke cleared and he managed to fire a
ball of energy towards Frederick. But the sharply dressed man grabbed the hem
of his cloak and managed to shield himself from the blast. At the Wishmaster’s
dumbfounded expression, Frederick spoke up.
“A
little something the men at the headquarters managed to create. It deflects
magic you see, and it always comes in handy when I am set out to kill evil
beings.”
The
Wishmaster continued to shot light beams at him, trying to figure out how to
defeat him. Around him, his employees fought Frederick’s companions, but from
his field of vision, they seemed to be losing. Tuomas and Jukka were both lying
on the floor, seemingly unconscious. Marco and Emppu stood back to back, as their
opponents circled them.
“Well,
well, looks like you have lost. Seems like this…”
Frederick
voice was cut off in mid-sentence as a large cracking sound reached his ears. A
large amount of broken glass came towards him, and he barely had time to dodge
them.
Anette
stepped out from the shadows, a wicked grin on her lips. Her skin was burning
with warmth and electricity as she took in the sight in front of her. Two of
her friends were on the floor, and two still remained upright. Her gaze locked
with the Wishmaster and she saw him flinch. He knew what possessed her.
“So
here she is. I almost began to miss you dear. How did you like the gift I gave
you?”
Anette
barely suppressed a laugh as her eyes found Fredericks.
“Enough
smalltalk! Leave this place, and take your adrenaline pumped gorillas with you.”
“And
why would I do that?”
“Disbelievers
in magic are not welcomed here. And especially not the ones who wish to destroy
it.”
Frederick
grabbed the crossbow and aimed it at the Wishmaster.
“Well
then, I guess I have to overstay my welcome then.” the sharped dressed man said
and fired the crossbow, the arrow digging into the Wishmaster’s thigh. As the
man hit the ground, Anette felt how her body vibrated with her anger.
She
raised her hands and directed them at the chairs that surrounded them. With a
flick of her wrist, she managed to bring them to life, the legs turned to arms and
reached out to grab Frederick’s companions. The chairs launched forward and
grabbed the men’s legs and arms, enveloping them in a strong hold. They screamed
and tried to fight it, but the chairs did not relent. Anette smirked in victory
as she turned around and caught a glimpse of the arrow that was coming her way.
Quickly, she dodged it, brought up a hand, and sent a light beam in Frederick’s
way. The man, once again, covered himself in the cloak.
When
the beam had disappeared, Anette breathed in deeply and exhaled a hard gust of
wind that lifted Frederick’s cloak for just a few seconds. But that was all she
needed.
Anette
lifted her hand once again and this time, the light beam hit Frederick straight
in the chest, sending him flying across the floor.
“Finish him!” the Bride spoke to her.
Anette
stood in the middle of it all; her eyes were completely black as a blood red
glow surrounded her. A snarl graced her lips while the magic coursed through
her veins.
“Are you going to finish him?” The Bride spoke in her ear as Anette glanced down on Frederick’s unconscious
body. Killing him was the only thing on her mind as she lifted her hand and formed
a dagger in her palm.
When
she was about to lower it and cut through the man’s chest, a voice suddenly
spoke to her.
Anette, stop, this is insane! Are you crazy?!”
The
black haired woman recognized the voice.
“Emma?”
Anette spoke as tears formed in her eyes.
“This is not the way, and you know it. I would not let
her take over you and neither should you. Do not let revenge cloud your judgment.
Killing someone will only darken your heart, and I will not let that happen.
You are a good hearted person, Anette, do not let this asshole ruin that!”
As
if burned, Anette dropped the dagger, and heard it hit the floor. Her eyes
returned to their green and blue color, as the red glow disappeared.
She
looked up and met the confused look in her colleagues eyes, all of them were conscious.
Emppu held a cloth against the wound, caused by the arrow, on the Wishmaster’s
thigh. The rest of the guys had secured Frederick’s companions and they sat
tied up together on the floor.
Anette
looked back at the man on the floor in front of her and kicked him in the
stomach.
“That
is for my friends.”
Another
one in the head.
“That
is for the attempted murder on me.”
And
the last one on the family jewels.
“AND
THAT IS FOR EMMA, YOU SICK FUCK!”
As
she heard his groan, Anette walked away with a smile on her lips.
Oh
yes, revenge was sweet indeed.
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A/N
That's it folks, the last chapter!
I hope you've enjoyed reading this story, as much as I've had writing it.
