Stephen Strange Meta-Fic Sequel Chapter 8: Tibetan Witch Project
We’re baaaaack!~ Sorry for the delay! Life happened to all of us. Without further ado, here we gooooo! Agatha Harkness coming in hot with full witchy glory!
TRIGGER WARNING: Scary situations, mental breakdown, kidnapping, implied torture, death threats
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*With Agatha Harkness now at large, it’s only a matter of time before she finds out who warned the sorcerers about her and Wanda. The sorcerers brief the others on who Agatha is. Keeping this in mind, Tear, PrettyWitch, Trix, and I now need to be put under guard. Otherwise, the witch will hunt us all down. We’re overwhelmed by the situation and virtually frozen in terror as the heroes catch up and discuss what to do with us.*
Fury: So we need to set up protective custody then… *looks at the others* I’m assuming you don’t want to do so here.
Tony: *Scoffs* Please, SHIELD cannot even stop any sort of portals from opening inside their premises. You really think you can fight against a four-hundred-year-old crazed witch? It’ll be a bloodbath, Fury.
Steve (worried, but also having a nasty feeling about what might happen): We might need to close the interdimensional portal in case Agatha decides to try and take hostages from your home world.
Tony: *He points at Steve, seconding his concern* Your families are still safe for now, and we’ll work to ensure they remain so. But it’s never a dumb idea to take precautions.
Stephen: Kamar-Taj is a magical stronghold. We can conceal the girls there and our sorcerers can defend the place.
Wong: I will alert our forces.
Tony: You’ll need backup.
Fury: I need as much information on this rogue as possible if she can do this amount of damage. Get the ladies to safety then we’re going to have a chat. *he looks even sterner than before*
Stephen: I’ll provide the info. Girls, go with Wong.
Tear: Wha–? Right now? Stephen, you’re literally bleeding on Fury’s white floor. Both you and Wong should be back at Kamar-Taj too.
Stephen: It’s better if we make sure you’re all off the playing field as quickly as possible. If we hide you now and fortify Kamar-Taj, it’ll be harder for Agatha to find and get to you. Don’t worry about me. We’ve both had worse. Go.
Trix: *looks at the others* I think we might’ve fucked shit up in a different way than we expected.
*I nod at Trix numbly.*
PrettyWitch: Ah, don’t say that. How could we have known?
Wong: Come. I will lead you to the safest chambers of Kamar-Taj.
*He beckons us and we follow him through the portal as Stephen stays back to brief Fury, Tony, and Steve. The mystical compound is swarming with activity as the sorcerers fortify the place. Wong leads us deeper and deeper into the buildings. It truly is enormous and seems to burrow into the very stone beneath the mountains. We have to stay close to keep up with him. Otherwise, we would easily be lost in the labyrinth of chambers and corridors*
Trix: This is starting to feel eerily familiar and I swear to god we are getting rid of any reflective surfaces because I am not about that scary bullshit. *she’s incredibly nervous and fidgeting but is trying to at least act brave*
Me (grasping at straws): We all remember at least our basic shield spells and a couple of offensive ones, right?
Tear: …Are sorcerers allowed to carry guns? Shotguns usually work against those that just refuse to die.
Me: Honestly, I have no idea. Unless we catch her off-guard, I don’t think it would help much.
PrettyWitch: We’re gonna die, aren’t we!?
Wong: I will personally see to it that there will be no way for Agatha to get through.
*We eventually reach a small room nestled within several other rooms, each one giving off its own peculiar energy. Putting two and two together, we realize that we’re passing through several layers of magical wards. The room itself is small and well-lit with no mirrors. It has a couple of bunk beds, some emergency supplies, and a radio. There is also a sink, chemical toilet, and a shower curtain for modesty and hygiene purposes. Otherwise, there isn’t much to minimize any risk of the room’s integrity becoming compromised.*
Me (sincere, in case I don’t get to say it again): Thank you, Wong. Also, extend our thanks to Stephen, the Avengers, and everyone else working so hard to protect and help us and our home world. Please do your best to get out of this in one piece. We really do look up to and care about you all. *I’m grim, scared, and trying to stay composed. Though I really am terrified that this might be the last time we see someone.*
Trix: Yeah, we greatly appreciate everything you’ve all done for us and our universe. I just wish we didn’t make this so difficult for you all. *she continues to fidget and honestly feels incredibly guilty for what’s going on since she’s the one who explained what was going on in Westview*
Tear: Yeah, please be very careful. When we first met Stephen, we never expected any of you to be so kind and supportive. We’ll never be able to repay you how much you’ve done for us.
PrettyWitch: I’m not sure what else to add but thank you, Wong for everything you’ve done for us. It’s been an honor to meet you. Stephen is truly lucky to have you for a friend.
Wong (surprisingly gentle): We are simply performing our duties. Thank you for helping Stephen and for being cooperative and kind. We shall meet again. *He says the last part to reassure us. Even then, seeing as there is an afterlife, he isn’t exactly lying if things go badly.*
Trix: *she kind of inches closer to Wong* Depending on how things might go, can we at least have a hug from one of our best teachers? *makes puppy dog eyes at Wong*
Wong (sighing): Very well. Then, I must go back and finish preparations. After I shut this door, stay here and do not leave until either Stephen or I come get you. Do not open the door from the inside under any circumstance. Understood?
Me (shakily): Yes, sir.
Trix: Absolutely! *she absolutely takes advantage of this rare opportunity and goes for a bear hug because not only is it Wong, she is genuinely terrified*
*I’m still shy, but join in the hug. After all, I don’t know if I’ll ever be able to do this again.*
Tear: *I quickly join the group hug* We love you, Wong. Please don’t let Stephen do anything stupid.
PrettyWitch: *She joins in the hug, too.*
*After we let go of him, he gives us a respectful nod and shuts us into the room together. Now, we wait.*
Trix: Guys, I honestly feel really horrible that we accidentally kicked off Multiverse of Madness. Hell, us jumping universes to escape crazy monsters should have been our first clue. *she flops onto the nearest bunk bed face first and groans loudly into the pillow*
Tear: Not one of our brightest moments, in hindsight…
Me (grim): It seems the timeline was going to progress in one way or another…I said plenty as well. All of this to avert it and now look…
PrettyWitch: Hey, don’t be like that. If it didn’t happen this way, it would’ve happened another way.
Trix: *she sits back up on the bed* I mean, it’s either better or worse that it’s Agatha. Better in that she isn’t as instantly powerful as Wanda. Bad in that she knows the darkhold and her magic so well over the centuries and we don’t know exactly what she’s capable of. Coven of Chaos didn’t even have leaks yet. She isn’t like the comics either.
Me: How long before you think she’ll find out?
Trix: I give us a week, tops. If even that long. With a lot of the major superheroes disappearing at once it might raise red flags that something is up.
Tear: I’d give it less than that. If she’s really studied the Darkhold for centuries, then she must be well versed in the existence of alternate universes already. Actually getting to visit the multiverse rather than dreamwalking must be really tempting for her.
PrettyWitch: I hadn’t even thought of that.
Me (peering at the “bathroom”): At least the sink has a matte finish…Small mercies.
Trix: I miss our Chupacabra.
*The sorcerers have fortified Kamar-Taj. It’s a long, tense wait. Yet, it seems, the attack never came. At least, it doesn’t seem like it. If anything, this apparent calm only makes Stephen and Wong feel even worse. They know something is coming, but have no idea when or how. Several days pass. Caution fatigue is beginning to take root in the guards’ forces. A few of the more skeptical members of the Order are starting to become complacent. Meanwhile, in our sanctuary; we’re cooped up, wracked with guilt over what’s happening, and beginning to get on each others’ nerves thanks to being stuck in one room together with no real privacy or way out.*
*I’m currently sitting on my bed with my headphones on since they were in my purse. I’m playing music in an attempt to distract myself and tune out from everything. With what’s going on and the helplessness we’re experiencing, I’ve begun to disassociate as a defense mechanism. It feels like the only way to stay remotely calm right now. I’m numb and have been partially blaming myself for not seeing this coming.*
*Prettywitch is beside herself. On the one hand, she’s terrified. On the other, she feels a sense of calm, like somehow this will all work out. Unfortunately, it’s the fear that keeps coming back to her, like an endless feedback loop. She does have one idea forming in her head that’s positive, one that might help them and their friends.*
*Trix has been doing her best to practice meditating the past few days and seems to be having a better time of it. She has been getting more and more paranoid that she is bothering the others by doing anything so she tries to stay as inconspicuous as possible and is barely talking or eating at this point.*
*Tear has spent most of her time sketching to pass the time and studying from the spellbooks Wong allowed them to bring in with them. Her bout of insomnia returned with a vengeance, but the longest things stay quiet outside in the temple the more confident she feels that Wong and Stephen have had plenty of time to heal, strategize, and set their defenses. She has kept relatively quiet so as to not aggravate the others, who seem to be getting antsy after being holed up for so many days.*
*While we take refuge, Agatha has been plotting from the shadows. She has slowly managed to compromise some of the more complacent and skeptical guards, until she is finally ready to strike. She subtly nudges them towards leaving their posts for a break. While she has an opening, she slips in, all the while, mentally scanning for any anomalous magical signatures. Deep below the complex, she detects 4 magical signatures that are slightly “off”. Bingo. She locks onto the girls and enters the lower levels, taking care not to cast anything yet to avoid detection. Once she’s within a reasonable range to affect us and remain hidden, she conceals herself and begins to concentrate, using our own magical energy as a conduit to mentally penetrate our sanctuary. While doing this, she looks for a weakness. Any weakness will do.*
*Trix is trying to meditate but as the days have gone by, intrusive thoughts can’t help but creep into her mind. Why is she even here if she’s just a liability? The others are already a lot better while she falls over at someone talking or even just a book. She frowns as her thoughts get even darker. Were the others just putting up with her since she could be dangerous to herself? She was just a tag-along after all and couldn’t even pull off spells that weren’t defensive. Wong and Stephen probably pitied her and put in the token effort so that she didn’t kill herself accidentally. At these thoughts, Trix’s eyes shoot open and her lip quivers as she tries not to react. She doesn’t want to bother the others after all. She would be annoyed with her too. Trix scrambles to her feet and begins to pace the room, unable to stay still but hating herself for needing to do so.*
*I notice Trix’s pacing, but don’t react much more than simply looking up to watch her silently, my music still on. My expression is as empty and emotionless as it has been for the past couple of days.*
Prettywitch: You okay, Trix? You don’t look so good.
Trix: *she just sort of whines quietly for a moment before pausing and just grabbing at her hair* Yes- yes I’m fine. Don’t worry about it- just…ah. You don’t have to worry about me. I’m the least of anyone’s problems here. *She starts to get aggravated again and begins biting at her lip enough to draw blood*
Tear: *I look up from a sketch of Wong I’ve been working on, curious over the commotion* Are you feeling claustrophobic?
*I silently put my headphones away to listen.*
Me (plainly): You’re biting your lip.
Trix: *her eyes are wide and slightly crazed* It’s fine! It’ll heal! There are much more important things to worry about right now. Besides, it’s not that bad! You guys don’t have to worry about me at all! *she laughs slightly but it dies off awkwardly as she realizes the others are still staring at her*
Tear: You say that as if worrying is an activity that could actually accomplish something. It’s not as if us caring about you will make us unproductive.
Me (offering, though not feeling anything): Music? *I offer my headphones.*
Trix: *getting a bit more worked up* No no no no, if the headphones are helping you I don’t want to take that away! I’m not worth the trouble. You focus on feeling better and if you need me to do anything I can help! *mutters to herself and starts pacing again* it’s not like I’m worth doing something over anyway, I might as well keep myself useful… *she gets stuck in her own spiraling thoughts again and keeps pacing*
Me: Mm’kay. *I watch Trix for a while before my eyes unfocus and I stare blankly into the middle distance.*
Tear: *I tilt my head to the side, thinking* Here, I do need some help. Could you please quiz me on how to draw these transmutation circles? I can’t really do it alone.
*Trix is too lost in her thoughts to respond but sits down next to Tear and begins absent-mindedly looking through the notes*
Prettywitch: *Taps Steward’s shoulder to get her attention while the others are distracted.* Hey. You think we should call Stephen and Wong about Trix? I know we’re all freaked out, but…I think something might seriously be wrong with her.
Me (emotionless): How? No cell signal below all of the rock and any spellcasting won’t make it past the wards.
Prettywitch: Oh. Right. *She places her chin in her hand to think.* Well, what if we tried telepathy? That’s gotta work.
Me: I guess. We haven’t touched it much yet, but it’s worth a shot. *I shrug*
Prettywitch: Awesome! Okay, let me try. *She places her fingers on her temples and starts rubbing them.* Stephen Strange! Stephen Strange! Portal to girls! Portal to girls!
Trix: *she starts flinching uncontrollably and grips her head as her thoughts begin to spiral even more. She drops Tear’s notes and shoots back to her feet to get some distance between them. She leans up against the wall and slides down it as she begins to hyperventilate* I don’t even know why everyone is even bothering! *she laughs and begins to rock back and forth* I’m not worth it! I’m the weak link! You would all be further along and safer without me here! I just happened to stumble into all of this because I happened to see Stephen back at the house originally like a creeper! Now you all have to deal with me! *she is becoming more and more unhinged as she is falling deeper into a pit of depression and anxiety*
Me (slowly starting to return to reality): Trix…? N-No, it’s not like that. You’re fine. We’ve all got strengths and weaknesses. *I’m finally starting to look concerned.*
Tear: *I put my work aside and stand up but don’t crowd Trix. I’m clearly alarmed now, but I keep my stance and tone kind* I know impostor syndrome can feel overwhelming sometimes. We’ve all been there. What brought these thoughts up right now?
*Meanwhile, PrettyWitch doesn’t feel or hear any answer. It’s uncertain if the message went through or not.*
Trix: *her eyes are almost glazed over at this point* It’s always been the truth! I’ve just been a coward No- I refuse to bring you all down with me. You’re going to save the universe! I’m just going to faint when I see a book or go anywhere outside! The last things that I love I can’t even do anymore! I can’t do this anymore! *she scrambles to her feet* Agatha probably isn’t even coming anymore and this is just a test to see if we can handle ourselves like this! Well, surprise surprise: I failed again! I give up! I’m done! *she marches over to the door and begins to open it*
Me (snapping back to paying full attention): Whoa whoa! Wait. WAIT. *I get up quickly to try and stop her.*
PrettyWitch: Trix, don’t!
Tear: Trix, you’re not yourself! *I jerk her arm back from the doorknob and attempt to drag her away from the door, but an unexpected scratch to the cheek makes me instinctually drop my grip on her*
Trix: *she yanks open the door and it’s almost like opening a door outside in negative degree weather in her brain. An absolute cacophony of noise of hundreds of voices crashes into her mind and she doesn’t have her mental barriers up, too wound up from both her own thoughts and the onslaught of negative thoughts and intentions that have been weaving themselves into her head. Trix’s eyes roll back into her head as she collapses but disappears into a cloud of purple smoke before she hits the ground.*
Prettywitch: *She starts running towards Trix.* You wanna get killed!? Get back in here, you boob!
*I’m at the threshold of the door and dive over to try and catch Trix, but her body disappears into purple smoke. I fall flat on my face, through the smoke, and am stunned for a half second. All around us, the dainty ringing of bells signals the breaking of a seal.*
Me (realizing what just happened): Oh God…*I look back at the outer walls of the room. The wards are gone, having been broken by the opening of the door.*
Tear: Wong’s spell… *I pale to a ghostly white in horror, still holding a hand to my stinging cheek*
PrettyWitch: *She takes a deep breath, trying not to panic.* Fuck! We’re boned, aren’t we?
Me: She knows where we are…and the wards are broken…She has Trix…I’d say yes. *I have a big “well, fuck!” expression plastered across my face.*
Prettywitch: So what do you think we should do?
Me (grim): Head up, I suppose. That’s the only place we have backup. Agatha will need Trix alive to really get any info, I’m sure. So, if we can get to Stephen and Wong in time, we can figure out a way to get her back.
Tear: Wait. Wong and probably even Stephen must have been alerted when the spell broke. If they make their way down here and we move to look for them, we might end up missing each other.
Me: Though it also took a long time to get down here in the first place. If Agatha wants to snag or kill another one of us, she could very well have plenty of time to do it. More if she messed with the hallways. If we stay put, we’re sitting ducks. If we leave, we might run into each other or at least be less of an easy target. Dead if we do, dead if we don’t. Might as well try to find them.
Prettywitch: *Smirks at Steward.* You took the words right out of my mouth. Alright, let’s go! *She runs out of the room.*
*We follow PrettyWitch. There are already several corridors that open up to our chamber, each just as dark and foreboding. Compared to our brightly-lit area, the hallways are pitch-black.*
Me: Crap…Do we remember which way?
Tear: It’s been over a week! And these corridors definitely looked different when they were lit up on our way down.
Prettywitch: I think we take a right first? I can’t remember.
Tear: That is if Agatha really hasn’t been able to overcome Kamar-Taj’s magic…
Me: True. Though with all of the sorcerers here, plus the Sorcerer Supreme AND the ex-Sorcerer Supreme, maybe that part is less likely. She probably had to sneak in and probe through. Let’s put it to a vote. Everyone point at which way to go on the count of three. One. Two. Three!
*We choose our respective corridors. Two out of the three of us chose the northeast corridor.*
Me: Guess it’s that way…Are we all comfortable with this?
Prettywitch: Yeah.
Tear: I don’t think we have much of a choice, anyway.
*We head into the dark hallway. It’s cold and damp like a cave. Since we’re still novices, we end up using our cell phone lights to shine a path.*
Tear: This is really bringing back bad memories, oh lord. *I hunch over slightly, tense as flashbacks of the mine Steward, Stephen and I visited come rushing back to the forefront of my thoughts*
Me (grim): Yep…Everyone stay close and be careful, okay? *I get in front of us protectively.*
*Meanwhile, at the surface, Stephen and Wong have detected the wards’ failures and rush to re-enter the basement. However, they’re stopped by a handful of frenzied guards.*
Guard (staring wide-eyed at the two of them): CONTACT! TO YOUR STATIONS! GO! GO! GO!
*He starts casting offensive spells at them. Both sorcerers immediately put up their shields at the escalating barrage of trigger-happy guards. Their eyes are wide and glazed over, indicating that they’re in the throes of panic.*
Wong: Snap out of it! *He barks as he telekinetically slams one of them against a pillar to stun them, hoping the sudden jolt will wake them up from whatever spell Agatha has them under.*
Stephen (snarky, but rushed): I don’t think they’re going to have a breakthrough anytime soon!
*There’s a cackle of laughter before Agatha appears in a cloud of smoke between Stephen and Wong*
Agatha: Come on, they’re just doing their jobs! Clearly I am a very serious threat and have impersonated you to try and sneak down to where you have the girls! *she grins*
*Wong grunts as a particularly powerful group of spells gets barely deflected by his shields. The guards are clearly not holding back. Stephen ends up having to intervene and portals one of them on top of the others.*
Agatha: If anything you should be proud they’re trained so well and following your initial orders! You sorcerers are always so loyal *she sneers before disappearing again, reappearing behind the group of crazed sorcerers*
*While the group is untangling themselves after landing on each other, Stephen attempts to ensnare Agatha using the Crimson Bands of Cyttorak. No time for banter. He has novices to protect.*
*Agatha disappears into smoke as the bands hit where she just was. She reappears a couple feet to the right with a mocking shocked look*
Agatha: Wow, so rude. I’ve always heard you were a great conversationalist but I guess mama bear has to go protect his cubs. Too bad you’re already missing one. *she laughs again and disappears a final time, the smoke trailing into the entrance of the caves*
*Wong and Stephen exchange a stony look of dread and rush into the caves to find us.*
*Meanwhile, Tear, Prettywitch, and I are fumbling through the dark with no idea where to go when a cackle cuts through the darkness.*
Agatha’s voice: You know, your mama bear would have hid you better if he didn’t make a dead spot for me to find. Almost like an X marking the spot. *she sounds amused and her voice is echoing around them, not coming from any particular spot* For baby magic users, you’re certainly interesting, especially being adopted by Camp Sorcerer and the Avengers right away. You would have loved me as a teacher! In fact, let’s start with lesson one: How to survive.
*The hallway we’re in rumbles and it begins to shift like a Rubik’s cube. We fall against each other and onto the new “floor.”*
Me (landing roughly): OOF.
Prettywitch: Well, that’s just great! Now what are we gonna do!?
Tear: If she’s really powerful enough to be altering reality outside of the Mirror Dimension, then I don’t think there’s much we can do.
Agatha’s Voice: Y’know, I’ve never had acolytes before. I haven’t even been in a coven in ages. If you agree to tell me what you know, I’ll teach you everything that I know. Fair’s fair, ladies!
Me (angry): Unless you return our version of Trix to us healthy, alive, and sane; that’ll only be in your dreams!
*A cloud of purple smoke appears directly in front of me and I’m suddenly staring into Agatha’s amused face.*
Agatha: No can do, sweetums. I can’t promise that because unfortunately she’s already broken. It’s why I wouldn’t mind a new gal pal or two. My new toy isn’t in mint condition anymore, but I suppose that’s my own fault. *she glides backwards into the darkness* Those wards were pesky to get through, and I had to use a bit more power than normal. Bad things tend to happen when you overpower a spell… *she visibly disappears but is still lingering in the hallway*
PrettyWitch: Jesus Christ, does she ever shut up!?
Tear: Even if she’s not bluffing, why do villains always think we’ll believe anything they say?
*I angrily throw a rock in Agatha’s direction. Seeing as we’re not strong enough to continuously use magic yet, it’s the best I can do at long range. Admittedly, I’m also just angry at this point.*
Agatha’s Voice: It’s entirely up to you whether you believe me or not. Not my funeral. Although if you don’t want to hear me talk anymore, I have plenty else to keep you busy.
*As she speaks, multiple pillars of purple smoke begin to form and begins to reveal classic horror movie monsters such as Frankenstein, Dracula, and The Mummy*
Agatha’s Voice: You’ll have to forgive me but I’m still in a bit of a TV mood from Westview before you meddling kids decided to send the wizard cops on me. *she sounds genuinely grumpy*
Me (raising an eyebrow): Really? I’ve seen scarier episodes of Scooby-Doo…*I scoff, unimpressed.*
Tear: *I quickly move my hands up to cover my mouth and nose* Ugh, she could have done without the smell though.
Agatha’s Voice: Sounds like you have it handled then. *She sounds amused and absolutely knows something the girls don’t* I have to go for now but I’ll check in with you ladies later. Hopefully your corpses keep the latent magical energy signature to study… *her presence seems to disappear but the three monsters begin to advance on the girls*
*Agatha’s tone raises some alarm bells in my mind.*
Me (quickly): …We should choose another way. Now.
Tear: What way? We are literally standing on the ceiling!
PrettyWitch: I don’t know! Let’s go back and take a left!
*As we turn to race back down the corridor, we’re stopped by Dracula blocking the way.*
Me: Crap…Wait a minute…*I grin widely for a second.* Bye-bye!~
*I open a portal and move it to sweep up Frankenstein and the Mummy, dropping them out in the middle of the Mojave Desert before closing. Though that large, mobile portal cast took a lot out of me. Now, I have to take some time to recover before I can do anything like that again. So, now there’s Agatha’s version of Dracula in all of his cheesy, cartoonish glory.*
Dracula (dramatic): I VANT BLOOD!
Tear: Is this supposed to be scary? It feels like this bat is just offensive…
Prettywitch: *Her eyes widen.* Wait, is it…?
Me: Don’t make eye contact, guys! Hypnosis!
*The vampire turns into a bat and attempts to dive at me. I duck, unable to use any magic at the moment.*
Tear: Quick, close your eyes! *I quickly perform one of the many spellcasting motions Wong first taught us. The golden spell thrums with energy in front of me before it releases a blinding flash of real sunlight. I’m unable to sustain it for long, but I hope it was enough against the cartoon villain.*
*Prettywitch and I shut our eyes as soon as Tear warns us. The bat screeches in agony as the light causes it to begin to burn and smoke. It rapidly bursts into flames before falling into a pile of ashes.*
*Meanwhile, Stephen and Wong have descended into the next few levels of the Kamar-Taj dungeons. The corridors are shifting and they know it. Stephen orders Kamar-Taj to keep the remaining girls safely away from Agatha.*
*Agatha is still lurking around the labyrinth, however, she gets more and more frustrated as even her shadows are having trouble making it through the constantly shifting paths. Ever since the wards dropped it had been a free-for-all and while she isn’t tired, Agatha is getting more frustrated at being thwarted by essentially a home alert system. She recalls her shadows in order to track down at least one of the girls.*
Wong (low voice, to Stephen): Stay alert, I sense Harkness’ presence.
*Stephen nods in acknowledgement, orbs of magical light drifting around the pair to keep the corridor illuminated as they descend.*
*It’s faint at first, but purple smoke begins to roll down the floor of the halls the deeper they go into the corridors. The air becomes more oppressive and heavy while the two sorcerers get the feeling they’re being watched*
Agatha’s Voice: Y’know, we can all walk away from this peacefully without getting hurt if I’m allowed out of here. No tricks, no mess.
*As she talks, Agatha emerges from the shadows with her arms outstretched in a ‘what can you do’ motion and a cocky smile on her face.*
Stephen (growling): As if you’d keep your word. You took a hostage. *He glares at her, poised for a fight if needed.*
Agatha (trying not to laugh): And she’s physically unharmed! I just need a little insurance to get out of here and my own little baby sorcerer to learn about. Her magic and her friends are so…delicious. I just can’t help but want to know more. *she grins* Call it a favor for preventing me from stopping the rise of the Scarlet Witch.
*Wong steps forward, keeping his cool.*
Wong: You know as well as we do that the Scarlet Witch is a multiverse-level threat. *While Wong is talking, Stephen subtly attempts to scan the area for any traces of one of the girls in an abnormal location.*
Agatha (scoffing): And you goodie-two-shoes sorcerers wouldn’t have had to deal with her if I was just allowed to take care of it myself. Wanda Maximoff is a ticking time bomb of PTSD and magic. She was isolated and I was working on it but nooooo. *she makes a disgusted face at the men*
Stephen (dripping with sarcasm, knowing how it would have played out): Sure. You had it handled…
*She turns to him, her mood flipping like a switch so she’s serious once more*
Agatha: See, that’s the interesting thing. You weren’t supposed to know what was going on. You got a sneak peek at the spoilers with no Time Stone. It just so happens that four baby sorcerers with no history here happen to appear out of nowhere after the Sorcerer Supreme in training had disappeared? Oh, that is an absolute gold mine and honey. I am feeling like a settler in 1850’s California.
*While Agatha monologues, Stephen feels something faint, but familiar. One of the girls is here. Somewhere…Stephen glares at her, seemingly looking up and down her person suspiciously.*
Agatha (coy): Why Doctor Strange, at least ask a lady to dinner first! *She then frowns* Since it looks like we aren’t going to do this the easy way, let’s do this the hard way!
*She gathers two orbs of purple smokey magic and fires them at the sorcerers and almost seems to flood the hallway with energy before she launches forward to attack.*
*Deeper in the tunnels, we hear the rumbling of the dungeon again and suddenly the entire corridor lurches; twisting, bending, rising, falling, closing, and opening in several directions. In the flurry, Tear, Prettywitch, and I get separated from each other. It feels like we’re falling back down into the abyss. Despite the event only lasting a few seconds, it feels like it will never stop. Then, as suddenly as it begins, it stops. It’s silent and the hallways look as though absolutely nothing happened. Yet, there we are, lost and alone in the dark.*
*Prettywitch is surrounded by pitch-black with no sounds or signs of her friends. She was knocked over while the corridor shifted. So, she can at least feel the cold, hard floor underneath her.*
Prettywitch: Where am I…? *She looks around to see if she can see anything else. Nothing. Just pitch, dark blackness as far as her eyes can see. She sighs and gets up.* Well, let’s see if I can find an exit.
*She gets up and decides to create some light. She thrusts out her hand and thinks of conjuring a small, fluorescent orb to hold in her hand. It works, though just barely.*
Prettywitch: *She raised an eyebrow.* Hmmm…Close enough, I guess.
*There is a faint sound, barely audible. It seems to be coming from just out of range of the light. It’s too hard to make it out.*
Prettywitch: *She turns.* Who’s there? *She thrusts the ball up in the direction she heard the sound coming from. Nothing. She pouts.* Okay, this is starting to get annoying! *She sighs.* Why can’t I magic a deck of Clow Cards and a wand into my hand!? That’d be so much better, right now!
*The sound is back, slightly louder, but muffled. It’s still soft so she has to strain to listen. It seems to be coming from the left-hand corridor. The sound appears to be a male voice. Maybe Stephen or Wong? It’s hard to say.*
Voice (muffled and distant): Girls! Girls!
Prettywitch: *She gasps* Wong!? Stephen!? Is that you? *She moves forward, cautiously.*
*It goes quiet again for a moment. Then, she hears it again, very slightly clearer.*
Voice: Help!
*She jumps, scared at the voice. She catches her breath and moves forward slightly, again.*
Voice (just beyond her sight): Please. Come here.
*She’s still not convinced.*
Prettywitch: Not until you tell me who you are.
Voice: Show me your face. Are you the witch? *As she listens more, there is something “off” about it.*
Prettywitch: What do you mean?
Voice: It is dangerous here. Step forth and reveal yourself, mage.
Prettywitch: *She remains firm in her resolve.* Not until you tell me who you are!
Voice (weakening): Please…*It sounds almost like one of the men in pain.*
Prettywitch: *She rolls her eyes. Clearly, this was getting her nowhere. So, she slowly walks a little bit closer, hoping to see something but prepping herself to run. Just in case.*
*There is a faint, alluring glow at the end of the corridor. It’s…compellingly interesting.*
*She decides to take one final step forward. If she likes what she sees? Great! If not…? Well, she’ll cross that bridge when she gets there. She holds the ball up higher to get a better view.*
*The glow of her ball seems to diminish the tantalizing glow of whatever is at the end of the corridor. Somehow, it seems to want her to keep moving forward. What could be there? The curiosity is starting to play on her mind.*
Prettywitch: *Shakes her head.* Yeah, I’m running. *She starts running the other way.*
*She runs, but it doesn’t seem like she’s going anywhere. The floor seems to move with her, attempting to drag her towards the even-more compelling and intensifying glow behind her.*
Prettywitch: *Whines terrified.* What do I do!!!!? Why can’t I just have a magic staff or something…Hey, wait a minute. That’s it! *She gets up, wobbling a bit from the force of the floor moving, and presses her hands together to create a magic weapon. Her weapon? The bird wand from Cardcaptor Sakura. She gets starry-eyed.* Hey, it worked! *Until she notices one of the wings is fading in and out like a blinking light.* Sort of. Oh, whatever! *Next, she creates a magic construct in the form of a Clow Card; The Light Card, specifically. She twirls the wand in her hand and holds the card out with the other.* Reveal to me the path that will take me to my salvation! Light! *She taps the card and it activates. Unlike the anime & manga, where it takes the form of a beautiful woman in white, it merely creates a ray that shows her which way to go. She smiles.* Thank you! *She starts to run in that direction.*
*Prettywitch breaks free of the moving floor by changing direction quickly. After the adrenaline rush wears off, she feels exhaustion hit her like a wall. Her limbs feel like they’re made of wet cement and the ray of light begins to fade. It takes a massive amount of concentration to keep it visible. She has exhausted her magical energy with such a strong cast. Though it was commendable for a novice.*
Prettywitch: *She stops to catch her breath.* Curse me for a novice…I forgot I’m not used to exerting this much energy. Oh wait…I am a novice!... *She looks up at the road ahead of her.* Well, the light was clearly pointing me in that direction, so I’ll just keep heading that way. *She takes one, long stride forward…only to nearly fall over from exhaustion.* You know what? I’ll just walk the rest of the way. *She begins walking in the direction the light told her to go.*
*Meanwhile, somewhere else within the labyrinth, I get back up after being sent tumbling down a short staircase.*
Me (grumbling): Ow…
*I listen for the others and attempt to look around. It’s silent and pitch-black.*
Me (grumpily): Wonderful…
*I turn the light on my phone for now to save magical energy in case I need it and pick a direction to go. I stick to the right wall to follow so I can at least orient myself that way. In the chaos, I dropped my spiritual shield. Yet, the clingy ghost who follows me doesn’t snark at me the way he usually does. It’s more or a stony silence on my end, but the ghost seems…resigned.*
Ghost: Look, could you please talk to me or even look at me again? I feel like I’m back to being completely invisible.
*I ignore him.*
Ghost: I’m sorry, okay? I’m a huge dick! I was bored!
Me (bitter): Are you, though? *Referring to his apology. Words are cheap, after all. He didn’t seem sincere to me.*
Ghost: What do you want from me, woman?!
Me: I don’t want anything from you. Just leave me alone.
*He sighs*
Ghost: You know damn well that I can’t at this point. I bound myself to you. Look, if you don’t get out of here, we’ll be stuck together forever. Can we call it a truce?
Me: Fine…
Ghost: …Do you wanna at least learn my name?
Me: Don’t push it. *I sigh, knowing I should at least try to be diplomatic* Fine. What’s your name?
Ghost: Barry.
Me (neutral): Cool. So, any ideas?
Barry: Well, the traps down here and that witch can’t exactly kill me, right? Lemme scout ahead and warn you about anything coming up.
Me: Mm’kay…
*I don’t completely trust him, but he’s been around me long enough. That and I did notice he never actually tried to possess me. He seemed to threaten it before, but when I think about it, that was probably just his idea of a crappy joke. Barry glides ahead, fading into the darkness. I continue to follow the corridor.*
Voice: Help me!
*I look towards the voice, straining to figure out who it is. For now, I stay silent, paranoid that Agatha might be disguised or trying to lure me. So, I freeze and stay quiet. After a moment, I whisper quietly.*
Me (whispering): Barry, are you back? Who or what is that?
Voice: Help me!
Voice: No! Help me!
*I don’t recognize the voice and cautiously inch away from it, getting more paranoid.*
Voice: What’s the matter?
Voice: Scared?
Voice: Stop it!
Voice: No! You stop it!
*I get a weird look and turn to move the opposite direction of the voices. Arguing or not, I’m not touching this.*
Voice: Stop it!
Voice: You have to!
Voice: No. Run!
Voice: What’s the matter?
Voice: I can’t take this!
*There are now hundreds and hundreds of voices I can hear. Some are benevolent, others sadistic, and some just sound crazy. It doesn’t really matter though. They’re all starting to overlap into one, unending ball of sounds.*
Me: Sorry, Barry. *I raise my spiritual barrier and concentrate as hard as I can to try and block the tide of voices as I run away from wherever the voices seem to be coming from. Though it feels like my brain is filling with static from the cacophony.*
*I can still hear the voices. They seem to not only be following me, but getting louder, too. Like they’re in my ear. At least that’s what it feels like.*
*I’m starting to get a headache and know it’ll get worse if this keeps up. This is driving me crazy and I can barely hear myself think. So, I stop and whirl around towards the voices.*
Me: FINE. What do you all want?! I’m just trying to find my friends and get out of here. I’ll be out of your business in a short while if you either help me or leave me alone! Otherwise, do we really wanna deal with each other for all of eternity, huh?! Well? Can we talk this out like civilized entities or not?
*There’s no talking for a moment or two. Then the voices start talking again, this time they’re all saying different expressions that amount to, “Okay.” *
Me (calming slightly): Okay. Good. Since the corridors keep shifting, I’m trying to get my bearings well enough to move in a specific direction. Do any of you know which way two other women my age went? There is also an older woman, a witch, named Agatha Harkness trying to kill us. She kidnapped our fourth friend and we don’t know where she put her. Lastly, we tried to call Wong and Stephen to help us, but none of us know if they’re down here. We’re all trying to find each other, capture Agatha, and get our friend back. If we succeed, we won’t have to be down here any longer and we’ll be out of your hair, provided the witch hasn’t hidden our friend in here.
*The apparitions all start talking again, simultaneously…answering all of her questions at once.*
*I cringe in pain.*
Me (rubbing my temples): Maybe one at a time. I can’t make anything out. If you guys have a leader or chosen representative, can I please talk to them?
*The apparitions answer, “Yes,” all at once.*
Me (cringing slightly again at the noise): Okay. I’m listening. *I’m being polite since they seem cooperative.*
Representative: Yes. What would you like to know?
Me: Which way are my friends located so I can go the right direction?
Representative: Ah, yes. Your friends should be located just west of this wing.
Me: Thank you. Did you happen to see where Agatha Harkness took our kidnapped friend?
Representative: Your friend is with Agatha.
Me: Crud…Okay. Last question so I don’t bother you too much. Are Stephen and Wong down here too? I’ll let you be after this question. *I’m being polite to avoid bothering them.*
Representative: Yes. They are on the top level of Kamar-Taj’s tunnels, battling the witch Agatha as we speak.
Me: Okay. Well, thank you. I’ll leave you alone now. *I nod and attempt to head west. I’m still a bit suspicious of them, but will proceed cautiously.*
*After a minute or two of walking away, I hear a more familiar voice.*
Barry (tinged with sarcasm): Kudos on actually negotiating with people instead of jumping straight to the offensive, I guess. *Raising an eyebrow* By the way, you know you’re not going west, right? Jesus, how did you manage to survive this long anyway?
*He’s grumbling, but attempting to be helpful in his own way. Barry directs me west, drifting at his usual position just behind my shoulder. He knows that hovering so close annoys me. At this point, I let him, attempting to get along with him since he’s actually being helpful instead of trying to troll me or pick another fight. I change direction to properly head west.*
Me: So…The Nirvana t-shirt…You like them?
Barry (humoring me): Yeah. Kurt Cobain is a genius!
Me (uneasy): Erm…Was…
Barry: What?!
*We converse as we travel. I have to gently break the news to him and we discuss the late musician’s memory as well as major historical events since the 1990’s. Seeing as we’ve been stuck together for weeks and he has seen what we’ve all recently been through, despite his many arguments with me, we finally inch closer to a mutual understanding. Although we don’t exactly see eye to eye with each other, we’ve at least agreed to converse with one another and try to be more empathetic. It’s a step in the right direction. A subtle, but nice thing I notice is that he’s giving me personal space after our chat.*
*Tear finds herself alone in the dark, having been separated from the group. She has landed hard on the ground and it’s pitch-black. There are no traces of anyone else around her.*
Tear: Oookay, this is getting scary… *I use my phone’s torchlight to illuminate the tunnel. I feel so close to building a shrine to Tony, Stephen, and Peter for having updated our tech to work in their universe* Steward? PrettyWitch? Are you guys there? *I whisper loudly, not really confident to call outloud in case I end up attracting anything other than my friends. I try my best to look down at both ends of the hallway, but there’s not even a breeze to help me choose which way to head toward.*
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*I hear different sets of footsteps approaching and freeze, anticipating a potential trap. While silently watching, I see a dim light in the distance down the corridor. It seems to be getting bigger and bigger. I stay in the shadows just in case.*
Prettywitch: Steward!? Is that you? - Wait! Just so I know, tell me something about me only you would know.
Me (emerging quietly from my patch of shadows): First off, I think we may be in a deadlock. How do I know you’re not just trying to get info from me about my friends?
*I’m staying neutral in every aspect in an attempt to conceal details in case this is a disguised enemy. Meanwhile, my eyes never leave her, watching carefully.*
Prettywitch: *She considers this.* Fair point. In that case, let me tell you about how I got out of the trap I was in; I basically conjured up the staff from Cardcaptor Sakura and made a construct of the Light Card…Does that sound like something I would do? *She smiles awkwardly, mostly because she’s afraid Steward won’t believe her.*
*I think for a moment.*
Me: Okay…Sounds like you.
Barry: That IS Prettywitch, o Paranoid One. *He’s still a smartass, but a helpful one, at least.*
*I give him a look.*
Me: If you’re sure…Okay. *I relax slightly.* I’m glad you’re alive and made it here, Prettywitch. I ended up swarmed by spirits and thankfully, they were just guarding the place. So, I was able to talk them down and ask for directions.
Prettywitch: *Breathes a sigh of relief.* Thank Vishanti! Have you run into Tear, by any chance?
Me: Not yet, unfortunately. We should look for her.
Prettywitch: Well what are we waiting for? Let’s go. *Turns to face the hall for a moment, then looks back at Steward.* You know the way by any chance?
Me: Unfortunately, not.
Barry: Maybe go back and ask again.
Me: I’ve bothered that group of spirits enough, I think.
Barry: You forgot the way back to them already, didn’t you?
*I glare at him silently, though he IS right.*
Prettywitch: Well, let’s just go along the paths and use markers. That way, we know which halls we’ve gone down.
Me: Good idea. Want to pick a passage to start at?
Prettywitch: Okay. Let’s go….*She points to the right.* that way! *She magics a black marker into her hand and draws the Sanctum window on the wall. She puts the cap back on the marker and smiles at her handiwork.* There! That should work.
*There is a faint, disagreeable rumble through the complex’s tunnels, but nothing shifts. It feels almost like the building is displeased with something.*
Me (looking around nervously): Erm…Let’s go.
Prettywitch: Good idea.
*The trio make their way down the right corridor.*
*Sooner than expected, we spot Tear heading down one of the other hallways and call out to her, hoping that it’s the real her and not a fake.*
Me (stern, but hopeful): Okay. Show us that it’s really you, Tear…Qilong. *I say the name at the end to indicate to her that it’s really me. Qilong was the name of the deceased miner whose log we found at the bottom of the mine all of those months ago with Stephen.*
Tear: *I brighten up, immediately recognizing the reason why Steward would even think of that name. Reassured, I don’t hesitate to show my own proof.* Okay, so… When people think “tanks” they will most often think about the classic German Panzers or the cute little Somua S35, which was actually one of the best by 1940. But most won’t remember that it was actually the English who begun experimenting with the idea of tanks back in the Great War as a way to combat trench warfare. In fact, they were first designed in 1915 but were first deployed until 1916 during the Battle of the Somme when…
Prettywitch: *She looks at Steward.* Yeah, it’s her.
Tear: *I’m panting slightly by the end of my eager rant* I don’t think Agatha would have much need to know all of that as a witch, right?
Me (curling my lip, mildly amused): No.
*We all chuckle slightly and can’t help but relax.*
Me: Thank goodness…Okay, let’s get out of here. Stephen and Wong are probably looking for us by now.
Tear: So you guys haven’t heard from them either? I was hoping Kamar-Taj had been attempting to bring us closer to them…
*I shake my head.*
Prettywitch: Well, we’re just gonna have to keep going. We’ll find our way back…eventually.
Me: Think we should mark this location as an indicator of our path?
Prettywitch: You know it! *She gets out the marker again and draws the Sanctum window, again.* Alright, let’s go!
*There’s the irritable rumble again, but no shift.*
Me (unnerved): Erm…Maybe Kamar-Taj doesn’t like it…
Prettywitch: *She shrugs.* Eh! We’ll cross that bridge when we get there.
Tear: Or maybe Agatha could still be trying to control it? Can buildings feel pain?
Me: Honestly, I have no idea. Which way should we go, then? *I’m getting worried again.*
Prettywitch: Well, we went right before…let’s go left, this time.
*We continue on our way, speeding up a bit. After all, we do need to alert the more experienced sorcerers and get help to rescue Trix.*
*All of a sudden, a blur of purple seems to whiz forward from the darkness of the hallway in front of us and it materializes to reveal, Agatha who is first shocked but then delighted to have run into us.*
Agatha: Well, well, well! What a sight for sore and slightly battered eyes. Some baby sorcerers who wouldn’t disobey mom and sneak out from being grounded!
Me (snarling): Says the traitor to her own coven! *At this point, seeing her has re-ignited my anger.*
Prettywitch: *Groans* Oh great! The crazy lady’s back. Hallelujah!
Agatha (raising an eyebrow): Wow, did this place fuck you up too or are you just happy to see me? *her hands ignite with smokey purple magic* If you want to find out firsthand what happened to them, keep talking.
*I look about ready to explode, but then we hear more running footsteps approaching. Stephen and Wong burst into the corridor and look shocked to see us there. Stephen notices that Agatha is about to curse me and is about ready to cast a protective shield in front of us.*
Stephen (glancing at us and then Agatha): How did you get-? Never mind! Girls, get back!
Agatha: Didn’t you hear? Your ducklings left the nest directly into my waiting arms. It’s not like we’re not familiar at this point. *She sneers at the girls*
*I glare icily right back at the witch. The tension is palpable.*
*Agatha’s necklace starts to glow faintly, immediately catching her attention and her face pales. It is flickering between dark purple, light purple, and hints of orange*
Agatha (cooing to it): Now now, that’s a bit too much excitement for you today. I’m going to make sure we get home. *She pats it and the flickers fade away*
*Stephen notices and turns pale, knowingly.*
Me (quietly): Trix…
*Agatha looks smugly at Stephen*
Agatha: Now then: you have your children to attend to and now I have mine. Though, that could easily change if you decide to follow me *she lifts the crystal of the necklace slightly* so if you don’t mind, toodle-loo! *she disappears into a cloud of purple smoke and peals of laughter before finally vanishing*
Tear: No, Trix!
Me (practically spitting in fury): That bitch…
Prettywitch: Let’s go after her! We can probably trace her magic trail or something.
Wong (protectively): No. You three have been in enough danger as it is. How in the multiverse did any of you make it this far out of the labyrinth?
Prettywitch: Magic Sharpie…*She smiles awkwardly at Wong.* Anyway, the point is, we’ve got bigger fish to fry than me graffiting the walls.
*Kamar-Taj makes a low, disgruntled noise. Wong raises an eyebrow, biting back a sharp reprimand. However, they have more pressing matters at the moment.*
Stephen: We can’t follow her. Our own magical signatures are too obvious. She would shatter Trix’s crystal before we got anywhere remotely close to them. If Agatha shatters it, Trix dies.
Prettywitch: Okay. Then what do you propose we do?
Me: How would we evade detection?
Stephen: I’m sorry, “we”? Haven’t the three of you gotten in enough trouble? *He’s trying to keep us safe, his eyes flashing a warning at our group.*
Prettywitch: *Now she’s angry.* Don’t get snippy with us! We want to help our friend.
Tear: *I throw my arms out in disbelief* You say that as if we sought out Agatha and delivered an RSVP for Kamar-Taj. We sat there, stuck in that room, for one week! *I stomp my foot and point back at the dark hallways. My voice starts raising, even if I never thought I’d dare to stand against Stephen and Wong of all people* We did everything you asked, and that woman still found us. How are we at fault for that? How is Trix at fault for that? *My voice breaks at the thought of Trix and my eyes quickly well up, but I swallow thickly and refuse to think about what she could be going through*
*I glare at Stephen in a deadly silence.*
*Stephen huffs frustratedly.*
Stephen: *Angrily* I know! *He immediately regrets his outburst and calms down again, being sincere in his words.* I’m sorry. However, we’re not about to let more of you endanger yourselves further.
Me (adamantly staring the two masters down): Don’t think we’re just going to keep sitting here. *My tone is icy, a cold rage blatantly obvious.*
*Stephen and Wong stare us all down for a moment and when none of us backs off, Wong sighs.*
Wong: Fine…but if you are going to do this, then you will do so correctly to avoid further harm. *He’s stern.*
Stephen: We’ll have to report this to the other Avengers first. Come on. *He ushers us over so he can portal everyone to the Campus.*
***To be continued***
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Argh, I know, I shouldn't be greedy, but I just love a good whump fic and I love Strangefrost and I love your writing... so, might I humbly ask for another?? Maybe?? For the - I don't know - the digestive system maybe?
Here ya go! This one's a bit longer, it kinda got away from me. 😅
A Fool For You
It began with a relic gone missing. A sword forged in blood and tears, the sword was said to have been used to lop off the head of a tyrannical emperor after he had used it to slaughter his own brothers, all six of them.
It was a dangerous katana that required a calming ritual at every turn of the century to temper its blade, for it could turn the susceptible, the most innocent into murderous monsters.
Stephen had been lucky to escape unharmed that morning when he awoke to the blade pressed against his throat, wielded by an invisible hand, controlled by long-range magic.
Stephen had been lucky Loki was there to banish the spectral intruder and restore the katana to its resting place in the Sanctum vault under lock and key.
Reading the blade that had almost taken his human from him only led them back to Kamar-Taj, but the trail ended there.
There was a traitor in their midst.
"Nothing's going to happen to me."
Or so Stephen kept insisting.
Loki was no fool. It would take more than vapid assurances to assuage this urge in him to tear whoever dared harm a hair on Stephen's head limb from limb.
Wong thought it could be a Zealot who might have escaped from having to join Kaecilius on his eternal journey to be one with the Dark Lord Dormammu.
Stephen made a sound argument of the low probability, seeing how the Dark Dimension was as good as sealed forever with the Book of Cagliostro gone, but Loki had disguised himself as one of them that very night and searched each and every Master, fellow and apprentice for the telltale mark on the forehead.
If someone cared for his opinion, Loki thought Stephen was being too complacent with his life.
"Loki, I am not going to lock myself up in the Mirror Dimension!"
Stephen had the gall to laugh at Loki's suggestion. For that, Loki did not speak to him for an entire day.
As the night grew closer, Stephen had given up trying to apologise for something he did not believe he did wrong and resigned himself to the idea of attending the communal dinner at Kamar-Taj without his plus one. Sorcerer Supremes had traditionally been lonesome creatures, and initially Stephen even thought of himself as such.
Until he met Loki.
Stephen abhorred gossip. If the Sorcerer Supreme and the (reformed) God of Mischief were indeed an item, he would rather come clean about it than suffer salacious stories being passed around behind his back.
But since Loki was a no-show, Stephen was going to suffer them for one more day, until he could figure out what to do...or what not to do. When it came to Loki, abstaining was just as important.
So that was how Stephen had come to sit at the head of the table, flanked by a representative from the other two Sanctums. Wong had drawn the short straw by virtue of his being Stephen's second-in-command and sadly had to stay behind in New York.
A young man barely out of his teens came to the high table with a set of tea.
“A new apprentice. I recruited him from the streets of Kowloon City,” Master Murata murmured in the Sorcerer Supreme’s ear. “I think he’s got potential.”
Stephen looked at the scabies burrows in the webs between the boy’s fingers, the badly damaged nails from a chronic nail-biting problem superimposed with a fungal infection.
Must have been homeless, he deduced. Family problems? A runaway?
Stephen watched as the boy poured a pinkish golden liquid into the three cups in front of them. It glittered with edible gold petals.
“Sour plum tea,” Master Murata nodded in approval. He held up his cup, “Here’s to our Sorcerer Supreme. May you live in interesting times.”
If the wording sounded odd, it could only be due to the Guardian of the Hong Kong Sanctum’s oriental heritage.
Stephen surreptitiously waited for both Guardians to finish drinking first before raising his own cup to his lips to take his first sip.
"Sorcerer Supreme, there you are!"
"Wong?" Stephen's forehead furrowed at the sight of his friend marching down the dais toward him. "What are you doing here?"
Wong grabbed the cup out of the Sorcerer Supreme's hand and drank it all in one gulp.
"That hit the spot," he declared, delicately fingering the corners of his lips.
"M-Master Wong," Master Murata stammered.
"What's gotten into you?" Stephen muttered. He held out the empty cup for a refill, but Wong quickly grabbed his wrist. "Wong!"
The apprentice scurried away with the tray; Wong followed the retreating form with his eyes until the boy disappeared amongst the dinner crowd.
With a wide smile Stephen had never seen the likes of it on Wong’s face before, his best friend boldly grabbed him around the wrist and yanked him out of his seat. "This is simply no time to be drinking! Come, I have much to tell you!"
"It's just tea," Stephen grumbled, more curious than embarrassed at being manhandled in public.
Just as they passed a few Masters in the hall, Wong stumbled and would have fallen had Stephen not caught his friend.
“Really, Wong, one would think you had been imbibing…” Stephen's voice trailed off at the sight of perspiration dotting his friend's forehead. “Wong?”
“Take me to your room,” Wong grunted, and Stephen froze, for Wong’s voice suddenly sounded so much like -
“Loki?”
In the blink on an eye, Stephen teleported them to his room and Wong slowly sank to his knees with a soft, forlorn sigh; his form shimmered as all manner of glamour dropped, revealing Loki's shaking form.
At the tell-tale shudder, Stephen quickly grabbed a trash can from under his desk and shoved it under Loki's head just in time to catch the first of his stomach contents.
"Poison?"
Loki nodded frantically as another wave of extreme nausea surged up his gullet.
"But how? We were all drinking the same thing!" Stephen demanded.
“It wasn't the tea,” Loki gasped. “It was the cup.”
"If you knew it was poisoned, why couldn't you have just told me? Why did you have to drink it?" Stephen berated.
"Now you have evidence," Loki managed in between gasps. "Somebody was trying to kill you."
Loki lashed out a hand which his lover caught unthinkingly; into Stephen's palm Loki pressed the ceramic cup he had drunk from.
"It's the lacquer," he wheezed; the pain raging in his stomach was making it difficult to breathe. "It...reacted with the gold leaf. Turned the tea."
Stephen stared at the object in his hand. True enough, the urushiol lacquer had corroded away, leaving behind a suspicious white deposit that had formed a sediment at the bottom of the cup.
Loki had done it all on purpose...impersonating Wong, stealing Stephen's drink right under his nose and making sure everyone saw him drink out of the Sorcerer Supreme's cup -
And stumbling in the hallway with witnesses around had been in part an act, the rest of it very, very real...as real as the blood dribbling down Loki’s chin as his body tried to purge the poison. He heaved and heaved uncontrollably into the trash can, his long hair limp and matted to his scalp like a crown of thorns.
But before Stephen could hold his hair back for him, another violent cramp folded Loki in half, his desperate cry of the kind Stephen had never heard out of the God of Mischief before.
"Oh, Loki…" Stephen could not help but moan. "Why must you always do this?"
Loki shuddered and wiped the blood away with the back of his hand. He slowly sank to the floor, prostrating on the tatami mat, arms wrapped tightly around his stomach.
"I'll live," he sighed. "You wouldn't have."
Stephen leveled his writhing lover with a frosty look. "What made you think I could live with this on my conscience?"
Loki's eyes fluttered to a close. "As long as you lived, I don't particularly care."
Stephen heaved a sigh of frustration and sickening anxiety. "What can I do?"
"Hang the perpetrators by their entrails, that would be a start," Loki groaned. He curled up as tightly as his cramping muscles would allow. "Norns!"
Stephen rummaged through his apothecary cabinet and waved potion after potion of possible remedial value, only for every jar to be waved away.
"I've purged it all." Loki bared teeth slick with blood in a grotesque grimace as he tried to breathe through the worst of the cramps. "It's just the sequelae now."
Tears sprang to Stephen's eyes as he dropped onto his knees next to his ill lover. "You are such a fool."
Loki chuckled weakly. "Ah yes, that I am. A fool for you."
A furious tear escaped and made its way down Stephen's cheek. He gathered Loki's long limbs in his arms and lifted the trembling figure gently into his lap, holding him upright. "I'm such a fool."
"Stephen, don't." Utterly exhausted, Loki could do no more than squeeze the protective arm around his neck. "I'm alright. Truly."
"I will find whoever did this," he heard Stephen vow in his ear and the tension drained out of Loki's body like water.
"Good," Loki hummed faintly.
If putting himself in jeopardy was what it took to get Stephen to give a damn about his own life...then Loki had no objection whatsoever. Nor had he any objection to the comfortable weight of Stephen's hand on his aching belly, or to the healing magic furious at work, aiding the repair of any internal damage caused by the poison.
"I am going to sleep now," Loki murmured, sagging in Stephen's embrace like a sack of bones.
As Loki drifted off into a restorative slumber, he could hear Stephen mumble something in his ear. It sounded a lot like 'I love you', but Loki could not be sure.
Stephen was just going to have to say it again when next he awakened.
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