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Title: A Fatal Dance
Author: orchids_or_iris
Character/Pairing: Ambrose, Queen/Ahamo, Princess Azkadelia, Princess D.G.
Rating: R (I'm probably over-rating though)
Genre: Horror
Summary: All endings deserve a what if? What if the Witch hadn’t dissolved free of a body? What if she hadn’t gotten either Princess? What would that residue do to someone?
Warning: Character death
Disclaimer: If I'd had my way there would have been a lot more Glitch. Alas I am no position to insist upon that.
Word Count: 995
A/N: My attempt at a dark fic in Tin Man. Not overly graphic but it was fun to kill everyone. I actually meant to post this last week, needless to say I then left my memory stick at work.
“Don’t let go,” insisted the dark haired girl. She tried to keep the panic from her voice so her little sister would stay calm but wasn’t entirely successful. The five year old next to her looked up, her grasp already loosening from her sisters.
“I’m scared Az.”
Before the girl could answer they heard a voice from the mouth of the cave.
“Princesses? Az? Deej?”
The older Princess almost smiled in relief, remembering all the times the voice had saved a treasured possession or protected the pair of them. Mother always said that if they ever got in any trouble, they knew who to go to.
“Ambrose!” screamed Azkadelia. “Ambrose, help!”
“Az?” repeated the voice and both Princesses could hear the sound of someone running through the darkness. “Azka-D what’s wrong?”
The dark haired pair didn’t take their eyes away from the monster in front of them, albeit the younger with more fascination than the absolute terror of her sister. The witches eyes on the other hand frantically darted around her cell. She didn’t have the strength for an actual confrontation, she was barely more than an image already. A single hit might scatter her and after five hundred years she wasn’t entirely certain she could come back this time. She’d have to act quickly before this ‘Ambrose’ could figure out what was happening.
As soon as the dark haired man came into sight, running full pelt down towards the Princess and only stopping himself from tripping from sheer will, the Witch leapt. Az and DG watched in horror as the hag dissolved into a shadow that jumped over their joined protection and towards the man they’d known since birth. There was no time for even Ambroses reflexes to dodge the being before it latched onto him, pulling the proud man to his knees.
“Go,” he choked. “Az, Deej… run…”
The order shook the girls from their stupor, Az almost dragging her sister out of the cave as they followed the Advisors command.
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The noise was terrifying. The small family cowered together as they listened to the destruction. The sound of guard after guard falling, the snap of bones and above it all a horrible laugh that was so familiar.
When silence fell the dark haired woman and her husband shared a look and the woman gathered her two daughters close to her, almost having to drag her eldest away from her father. Ahamo tried to smile at his family, putting on a brave face for his two little girls as he stood in front of them. In his right hand, only slightly trembling, was a small gun and he pointed it straight at the door.
The Queen winced as someone on the other side politely knocked on the ancient wood and clutched tighter at her two daughters. As always there was a slight pause before the door opened. The monster on the other side had been family, he’d only ever knocked for his own manners.
Four sets of eyes watched in horror as the blonde mans shot missed the intruder. The monster had ducked out of the bullets path before Ahamo had even fired, correctly guessing its trajectory without a moments pause. Seconds later the Prince Consort fell to the ground, his eyes sightlessly staring up as his head rolled to an unnatural angle. His murderer surveyed his work for a moment.
“He never was very bright, was he?” murmured the Advisor before looking up with a smile. “Your Majesty, please forgive my lateness. There was a slight problem with the Guard. I took care of them.”
“Ambrose,” whimpered one of the girls and their mother pushed both firmly behind her.
“I won’t let you hurt anyone else,” sharply stated the dark haired woman, her lavender eyes flashing as she gathered every trace of magic to her. The Advisors smile remained politely amused as his Queen raised her hand and a beam of blinding white light hit him. The girls watched in horror as the spell literally began to drain their Mother, her dark hair beginning to grey as Ambroses form was hidden by the brightness.
What seemed like an eternity later she stopped, and the now almost entirely grey haired woman dropped to her knees in the absence of her magic. Immediately her two daughters rushed to her side, begging her to stand back up. She could only watch as her most trusted Advisor stepped towards her and knelt to meet her eyes.
“I’ve never lied to you my Queen,” softly murmured the dark eyed man. “The Witch died inside that cave, she couldn’t live in a magicless body.”
The lavender eyed woman weakly shook her head.
“No Ambrose, this isn’t… you’d never…” she panted and the man chuckled. The humourless sound caused the two Princesses to cower back, Azkadelia pulling her sister behind her as they watched, both girls eerily silent.
“No I wouldn’t have,” softly agreed the man. “Except that the witch died inside of me. Can you imagine? All that hatred, rotting inside?”
“You’re stronger than that,” she disagreed, her voice barely above a murmur as she tried to reach her friend for the last time. His pitying smile made her blood run cold.
“Don’t worry, my vows still hold strong. I’ll protect you to the last. So to protect you and because you are my family, I’ll make your death quick. Then I’ll do the same for Az and Deej. I believe I’ll snap their necks, I hear it’s fairly painless.”
Ambrose ignored his Queens whimpered protest. After trying to exorcise the non-existent witch, she didn’t have the strength left to speak, never mind protect her daughters.
“Perhaps I’ll destabilise the Storm System,” mused the monster. “What do you think? The O.Z. destroyed by Travel Storm. It has an ironic flair to it.”
From deep inside herself the Queen pulled the strength to protest one last time.
“No.”
“Shh, be calm. It’ll all be over soon,” kindly soothed the dark eyed man. His familiar smile was warm as his hands confidently reached for her neck.
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