'Til Death Do Us Part (Medusa x Newt)

She had gone for so many killing blows. The serpent had struggled and slithered out of reach over and over again. As she aimed to steal the neck and end this battle Medusa had moved, her fangs had scored the side of her neck and she could feel the world graying at the edges. She struggled to break free. Pulled and snapped but slowly she was sinking down into oblivion. She could hear the cries in the distance. The snaps and snarls of her mate. How could they both fail? No, he would prevail. He was the darkness and she was the shadows and they made the world what they wanted. Her violet gaze lingered over him as everything faded to nothing and she fell to the ground.

A beating. Fluttering like desperate wings. Slamming against her chest in slow motion. Nothingness comforted her. It soothed the rage that was clawing its way into her heart. She could sleep. It was fine. No one would care if she woke up. Yet she could feel the dead watching her. Their ever-judgmental eyes breaking her momentary feeling of tranquility. Those violet eyes, much like her own, watched with loathing. Why did he always do that? He always expected so much from them. From Fable. From her? She stirred for a moment. The world was still frozen. Space existed somewhere but not where she was.

Words, fire, it burned, what was wrong? Her body needed to wake up. She needed to know the truth. Know what was real and not what this fantasy was telling her. She groaned as the fluttered intensified. What did it mean? Whispers of banishment. Her ears twitched in response and her violet eyes cracked a hair open to see the world slam back into focus. Her throat was sore and her heart was frantic as if it feared if it didn?t beat she would fall. No, she could never allow herself to fall. Her eyes focused on the wolf that had stolen her crown. She had said something to her, what had it been? She had merely hear murmurs. Confusion was settling in her gaze as she shifted it towards the fight and all she could see was blood.

She attempted to pull herself upright. She needed to see what was happening. Why was there so much blood? Panic drilled itself into her heart and she attempted to get up but failed. Her heart was almost clawing its way out of her chest and she felt as if something had snapped inside her. What was wrong! She scrambled again to get balance on the ground and see what was happening. Yet when she did. Oh Cerberus help her, she fell again. Her violet eyes filled with sorrow and rage as she saw her mate fallen. They swarmed towards Jupitor and everything was there for her to see. Her death. She would kill everything that bitch knew. Everything she touched Newt would destroy. She had taken the one and only wolf she had ever truly loved away and for what reason! She couldn?t handle the rush of emotions. And something familiar prickled at the back of her mind. The puppet master had been asleep for so long she had forgotten its embrace. She welcomed it. She needed the escape or she would murder that bitch right here and now.

Soothing darkness stole her mind as the puppet master slipped into her skin. Her body stopped trembling. Everything was silent and her violet eyes dead as they looked towards Jupitor. Oh the puppet master wanted the same thing Newt did. wanted this bitch dead but it knew today was not the day. Soon enough she would fall and soon enough it would eat her heart just like it ate Sades.

-exit newt