They were out to get her again. The Elegance. The Daleks. The Deleos. Everybody.
She stood rigidly, her back against her home-made T.A.R.D.I.S., as she battled her enemies, waving her hand to conjure magic to prevent them from advancing, but they just kept coming. Like a battalion of zombies, they kept trudging towards her, firing bullets, using spells, shouting curses.
"Freak!"
"Drifter!"
"Monster!"
"Machine!"
They kept advancing steadily, taking their time. They knew she would fall eventually. All it needed was time.
A cloaked creature stepped forward, sending chills snaking down her backbone.
Lord Ombra.
"Give… Up… Your… Life, Artist…" He groaned, reaching out to touch her shadow. She recoiled, waving her hand to conjure a burst of light that temporarily blinded him.
"Or they… Shall give… Up their own…" Silhouettes were ushered to where she stood, forms of friends, acquaintances, and beloved Fictionals. Off to the side stood the two people who mattered the most; the Time Keeper and… Chase. A former lover of hers, complete with spiky silver hair, crimson red eyes, a smirk on his lips, always wearing a bag over his shoulder. They were tied against each other, helplessly staring at her, urging her.
"Choose… Only one will survive… Your friend, or your lover?"
"I understand if you choose Tempra." Chase sympathized. "It's alright. I knew I never mattered."
"Wait! I don't mean that!" Aquamarine shouted, her voice resounding throughout the space.
"Yes, you do." He looked away, dejected.
"It doesn't matter, Aqua-baqua-laqua. I'll always be your friend. We can have adventures later!"
Aqua chuckled despondently. "You've grown delirious, Time Keeper."
As everyone watched, she walked over to where Ombra… hovered. "Take me instead, and let both of them live."
Ombra laughed icily, reaching out to grasp Aqua's shadow. This time, she did not recoil.
When her shadow disappeared, everyone knew, so would she.
And then she was gone.
Aqua sat up in her bed, struggling for air.
"Nightmares…" She muttered, coughing harshly into her palm. The lights were off in her room, and she couldn't seem to find the strength to get out of bed.
"Tempra?" She whispered.
No response. "Time Keeper?" She asked loudly, only to find her voice reverberating in the room.
Still no answer.
Aqua shivered. It was cold. Too cold.
Swinging her legs over the edge of the bed, Aquamarine hopped onto her feet, wandering about blindly to reach the closet. Once she found it, she threw her pajamas on, tossing her clothing to the floor haphazardly.
Glancing once at the outline of the door, she stumbled back to the Queen-sized bed, groaning as she flung herself onto it.
It was quick for her to fall asleep, her broken light snores the only thing heard in the room.
They quickened out, until nothing could be heard or seen; even Aqua's form stilled.
