The Reckoning

“She is! I watched her die! Along with your child! And there is only YOU to blame for it!” He snarled, so much fury in him that took over every single part of his body, mind and soul. He hadn’t raised a sword very often after Amon, and it had been very long since he had ever touched one period. But he knew enough to fight, and the more he fought the more that came to him that he had forgotten…but it still wasn’t enough, Amon was still stronger then he was. When his sword snapped he froze momentarily and stared at the blade, giving Amon enough time to head butt him. He fell back against the ground, hissing in pain as he tried to blink away the thousands of black dots in front of his vision.

He spat and looked up at him, going to reach for his sword but it had skidded away out of his reach when he fell. Wonderful. He was stuck. Where the hell was D’artagnan?! He was going to die. Right here, just like that. He had been so certain they would win, so certain he could beat Amon a second time…and what about Tristian? What would become of her? He never told her what she meant to him. He merely shut his eyes and turned his head, waiting for the blow, just wanting it to be done and over with. He suddenly felt arms around him and he wondered…did he die? Was this heaven? He doubted Jesus would be giving him a hug, no one ever was that excited to see him.

He opened his eyes and also saw Wrinkle standing there with the blade in him. He stared, as if he was trying to figure out if it was real or not. He then looked up past him to see Amon flee, and all the fire starting to fill around them. He sat there frozen as Tristian tended to Wrinkle, watching them quietly before he got up, staring off as his mind raced. He wanted to scream and punch and go after Amon and RIP him to fucking shreds! But instead he forced himself to keep calm and leanded down, grabbing her arm “Get up. Bring him. We need to get out” He said roughly

He pulled her quickly out of the burning house and didn’t let her go until they were a safe distance from the flames. He then released her and ran a hand stressfully through his hair, beginning to pace. They were screwed. Absolutely screwed. The poison was gone, they didn’t have any more of the ingredients, Misha was gone and probably dead by now and Wrinkle was dead…and they had only faced Amon once. They couldn’t do this…how could they do this? He was always confident, always, but this time around…he couldn’t summon up an ounce of confidence. They were dead meat and it was all his fault. He should have just killed Amon centuries ago, even if he had gotten killed in the process as well.

He whipped around when D’artagnan grabbed Tristian and started shaking her. He quickly went towards them and grabbed D’artagnan, harshly prying him off of Tristian and shoving him back violently “It is NOT her fault!” He roared, glaring him down “It is MY fault. Amon is my brother and he is here to kill me. Tristian has no fault in this!” He took in a breath and clenched his fists “I’m sorry Michelle was taken and we will try to get her back” Whether she be dead or alive, that was uncertain “But if we stand here pointing fingers she has less time and Amon has more time to get more powerful!”

Misha shouted when he grabbed her face, fearful of what he was going to do and she cried harder. Parker listened to Amon and looked confused, stepping closer “Wait…what? Lost her innocence?” She questioned then looked better at Michelle and stared at her “She’s not a virgin anymore?!” The fuck? She was a nun! Parker was never religious or gave a shit about church, but she knew the basics, like nuns weren’t supposed to have sex. She and D’artagnan really were lovers, all this time she just called them that screwing around….She glared at Misha “Little slut” She grumbled under her breath. Unbelievable! A pure little nun Unicorn and she wasn’t even pure.

She shook her head “Please no! No don’t hurt them! Please, please! No!” She begged through her sobs as he pulled her over to the wall and chained her up. She tried to twist away from the chains, but after only a few attempts she knew it was useful. She looked to Parker who stood there glaring at her, but with pure satisfaction in her eyes. Oh God…she was going to die.
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He stepped inside and glanced over, blinking at the destroyed wall for a few moments before going over to the couch and sitting down heavily, leaning forward and putting his head in his hands. He just sat there quietly, brooding. Not that had could have called Wrinkle a friend, but he had liked the little hobbit and now he was dead. And Michelle, who had been more a sister to him then his own, was now taken and most likely dead. It wasn’t supposed to be like this. Tatia had said they would accomplish their goal, that he and Tristian would have a life together…but how could they now? And even if they did accomplish killing Amon somehow, where were Misha and D’artagnan in this future Tatia was so certain about? He should have asked.

He looked up as she put the map down and he shook his head “There is no other plan. Amon’s too strong to kill by hand and if he keeps collecting magic then supernatural force won’t work on him either. The poison was our only shot, if not Tatia would have told us otherwise” They couldn’t stop him…they could try but they would most likely fail and so would anyone else after them.

He watched D’artagnan go out to the balcony and frowned. Good God…if Michelle was dead…he didn’t know what D’artagnan would do. The man would go ballistic. Most likely go on a suicide mission against Amon, and then they’d just loose another person. He looked back to Tristian and shook his head, standing and started to pace. He was more stressed then a person should be allowed to for their own safety. He turned to give her a look “Tristian! You can’t fix this!” He snapped “None of us can! Sure maybe we can get Misha back in one piece by some absolute miracle, but then what?! We have nothing to defeat him! There’s nothing left!”

He then moved closer to her “We need to fix up your shoulder, your entire shirt is practically soaked with blood” He said impatiently, starting to tug down her shirt to look at her shoulder better. He knew she wanted to make this all better, but they didn’t have anything left “I think it’s time we just go to the Dean and tell her what’s happening and see if she can figure it out, and we just leave somewhere far away” If Misha was dead then soon D’artagnan would be dead and that was hard enough. He couldn’t have Tristian added to the list, screw what Tatia said she saw, he didn’t trust it. He shook his head “I can’t rest, I might fall asleep and if the professor is here during all this mess we will surely be dead”

He frowned when she got angry, glancing over to the microwave then back to her “If you keep that up, you won’t have any apartment left” He motioned around them. “I don’t want you to push yourself or do anything stupid or dangerous. You don’t have to make yourself fix it because you think it’s your fault” He touched her hair, and then walked off to get a wet washcloth and some gauze He came back and pulled her shirt down again at the shoulder to clean the wound, not giving a damn if she didn’t want him too or not “Don’t. Don’t do this to yourself. It’s not your fault about Michelle. If anything, it’s D’artagnan and mine. We shelter the damned girl. If she had been taught better, she wouldn’t have been stupid enough to go off like that”

He glanced up at the vile and frowned. He finished cleaning her wound and took it “I’ve tried things like this before. Works for a while, but then starts screwing with my body after too long” He looked at it for a few moments then back to her and sighed “Fine, fine, I’ll go sleep” he said in defeat but handed her to gauze “Put that on though, alright? Please?” He said before kissed her cheek, gazing at her for a while before turning away to go to his bedroom.

He gave her a look “And if you hadn’t used blood magic I would be dead right now and probably you as well” But then again they were probably going to end up dead anyway and now the rest of the world was screwed but… “You didn’t know. You can’t blame yourself for something you didn’t mean to do. So no more of that” He didn’t want her to leave with that guilt, it would weigh to heavy on her heart and murder her. He didn’t want to rest but she was right, his body had gone through hell and it would only get worse so he needed some sleep. When he left her he went into the room and drank the blue liquid, just hoping things would be resolved. Hell, he even prayed to Misha’s God for some damned help. They needed it. He then laid down and closed his eyes to rest, not thinking anything would be different when he woke up. Tristian would find out where Misha was and they’d try to figure out a plan to get her back. That was all.

He was sleeping deeply. He was dreaming…well no, not a dream, but a memory. He stood at the balcony, looking down into the courtyard of the palace where his brother and Tatia were. He had gotten her a necklace, something she obviously thought was beautiful from the look on her face, and he was putting it gently around her neck. He didn’t get it. Them. What his brother failed to realize was he watched him as much as he watched Tatia. Trying to understand why a human would love a fae, and why a fae would love a human. He didn’t understand emotions, he didn’t feel anything. Not surprise nor fear nor love. Just nothing. Tatia would do anything for Amon and Amon would do anything for her. But why? This love emotion? What made a person have such feelings for another? And why didn’t he feel it? Maybe he just never would.

He sucked in a breath when Tristian woke him up, quickly sitting up and staring at her as he blinked away the grogginess he felt. He hadn’t understood their devotion to one another back then. Now looking at Tristian…he did. He quickly got up from the bed and stood “Where is she?” He asked as he grabbed some new weapons from his room and walked out into the living room.

She was alive…why would Amon keep her alive? He had no purpose too…unless he had something up his sleeve. He was used to D’artagnan teleporting, so it didn’t faze him when it happened all the sudden. But he was quickly very jumpy and tense, not knowing what to expect. Would they lose anyone else? They wouldn’t defeat Amon, that was for sure, they had nothing to defeat him with. When the front of the building became transparent he looked in, wincing when he saw Misha chained to the wall. She had tears streaming down her face and blood trailing down her arms from where the cuffs were digging into her skin. He was ready to grab D’artagnan in case he ran in, but thankfully the man seemed to control himself.

He nodded in agreement to D’artagnan’s plan, though he didn’t like Tristian as the distraction but they had no choice. He looked to her and when she kissed him he sunk his hands in her hair and returned the passion, stroking her cheek gently “Be careful” He whispered to her before she moved away and through the front of the warehouse, showing herself to Amon. He stiffened, getting anxious and nervous but he had to stay calm. He was mentally preparing himself when his eyes widened in surprise as D’artagnan hugged him. He blinked, slowly raising a hand to pat him on the back. He smiled and chuckled “Were not friends, remember?” he said, giving him a look “Were brothers” He then watched him go, a frowning deepening on his lips.

He waited till D’artagnan was in position and Amon hadn’t tried to kill Tristian yet before moving around the building towards the back, gripping the sword tightly in his hand.

Misha’s eyes turned to look at Tristian and she struggled some against the chains “Tristian, no!” She whimpered, shaking her head painfully. She watched them until a hand came up behind her and she gasped, before freezing when she heard D’artagnan’s voice and relaxed, turning her head to look at him “Oh D’artagnan…oh thank God” She whispered as she watched him try to release her, frowning when he got shocked and looked to Amon then back to him “They have magic on them…” She pointed her chin off to the ground behind him “There’s a key…Parker just left it there” Her voice trembled, tears flowing down her cheeks.

Khalid moved around the building towards the back, peering stealthy into a window to see Tristian kissing Amon. Jealousy exploded through him but he had to tell himself to calm down. She was distracting him…she was just distracting him so he wouldn’t look at D’artagnan and Michelle…but still. He suddenly heard something move and he looked over, bringing his sword up….and his eyes widened in horror at what he saw. Michelle, tied up and gaged, sitting on the floor and leaning back against the building, her head hung. “Misha?” He questioned looking inside. But…Michelle was inside…Her head looked up and she started to sob through the gag, trying to get up.

He quickly moved to her and kneeled down, removing the gag “Khalid! Oh mercy, I thought I was going to die!” She cried. Khalid stared at her suspiciously then grabbed her face and she gasped and stared at him wide eyed “W-what are you-“ But he cut her off “Whose in there?! How do I know you’re not Parker?!” He snarled. She stared at him as she cried, trying to shake her head as he held her face harshly “It’s me!” She sobbed “It’s me I swear it’s me! I…I taught you how to make pasta for Tristian! And, and…you saved D’artagnan from the Elders! You walked in on us! Please! Please believe it’s me!” She begged. He released her face and looked up. So this was Michelle. Then the person in there was…shit!

He quickly untied her then took her hands “Misha, stay out here, alright?! Do not come inside! D’artagnan and I will handle this!” He told her before grabbing his sword and standing and going towards the back door to enter.

Misha clung to D’artagnan as he set her free and carried her off out of sight. She nodded pitifully, wiggling in his arms to be set down “I’m fine…I’m fine” She murmured, shaking a little when her feet touched the ground but she put her arms around his neck to steady herself. “No…I didn’t touch her” She said, looking up at him and slid one hand down from around his neck. Then suddenly...she smirked “I heard you touched her though plenty. How was she? Was she stiff as a board or did she purr like a kitten when you popped her little cherry, hm?”

Khalid threw the door open and stepped inside, looking over he saw D’artagnan with Misha and he growled “D’ARTAGNAN NO!” He shouted at him. Suddenly her hand shot forward, pricking him in the arm with a needle and injected him. She had never been amazing at potions, no, but she knew enough. Like how to paralyze him properly. Her appearance shimmered and Parker stood in Misha’s place, grinning widely “Don’t worry, love” She dropped the needle and patted his cheek “I made a deal. You’re safe. Your little girlfriend, well…” She blew out air through her teeth “Not so much” She turned to look at Amon and Tristian ,making a face. Seriously? He let him defenses fall to make out with Khalid’s girlfriend? Whatever.

Parker just smirked at him as he fell to the floor “I’ve been called worse” She told him with a chuckle and then turned her back on him, crossing her arms to watch Khalid get his ass kicked by his brother. Seriously? What was it about Tristian that Khalid and Amon wanted? She understood it as much as D’artagnan wanting Michelle. Khalid probably let Misha go, but that didn’t matter. Once he was killed Amon would be able to find her easily again, especially if he reversed it and used Tristian as the bait for the Unicorn.

Khalid watched worriedly as D’artagnan fell, but he knew he wasn’t dead. Parker wanted his power too much to kill him, but he was out of the picture now for the fight. He turned to leer at Amon, his eyes dropping to Tristian and he gave her a look that said he would get her back and keep her safe like he promised. He would. He slowly moved towards them “You won’t kill her, Amon. Let’s by pass that game, shall we?” He could threaten all he wanted, but if he wanted her dead, she’d be dead already. He glared ruthlessly “You are quite daft, aren’t you, brother? She isn’t Tatia. She has no memory of you and wants nothing to do with you” He twirled the sword in his hand and then grasped it hard “This is my home. And my family. I won’t let you win”

“I think you’re the one prolonging since you won’t shut up and just fight” He growled, his eyes going from Amon to Tristian and back again. He never wanted her to be in this situation, right in-between them and the fighting. When he tossed her away he stepped forward “No!” He shouted, his eyes glued to her as she hit the wall and didn’t leave until he was sure she wasn’t seriously injured. He quickly looked back to Amon, watching him add the fire to his sword. Well…things got more interesting. He shouted and ran towards Amon as he came at him, bracing himself as their swords collided. He was able to block all his moves but once again, not get one in. He snarled when he grabbed his wrist, staring him straight in the eye “As long as she’s alive, my happiness is well intact” He growled before kicking out at him and twisted his wrist painfully to flick his sword at Amon’s head.

Misha was waiting outside, she hadn’t run, she couldn’t leave them but she had stayed sitting to stay out of sight. When she heard Tristian she quickly got up and went towards her “Your ok!” She exclaimed and hugged her briefly before leaning back “What’s happening? What’s-“ She turned towards the door and finally looked inside, seeing Amon and Khalid fighting then….her body froze and she sucked in a trembling breath “No” She could see D’artagnan lying on the floor motionless and she thought the worse. He was dead. He was dead. He could heal himself so he couldn’t just be injured so if he was lying there like that…he was dead. Without even thinking she quickly ran inside and towards him “D’artagnan!” She screamed and kneeled beside him “D’artagnan!” She touched him, sobbing.

Parker had moved far off to the side to avoid all the fighting, but she saw Misha as she ran to D’artagnan body and kneeled by him. She knew Amon wanted to get her but, well, if she killed her wouldn’t make a difference right? He’d kill Khalid soon and then he could suck out Misha’s soul. She looked around for a sharp piece of metal and picked it up then started to come up behind her.