Sucker Punch/ Narnia crossover
The Fires of Spring
Prologue:
Paradise.
Sweet and glorious paradise.
All in my hand's reach.
But I turn around, ignoring the smell of smoke, ignoring our enemies facing us, ignoring everything, to face her. Sweetpea is her name, "the star of the show"- Blue's show, that is. Her soft hair's matted to her face, revealing her cold fear. Of course she's scared, dubious Sweetpea, who was forced to watch her own sister, Rocket, save her life, all that blood for a chance at freedom.
But I know our fight is worth it.
What did the Wise Man mean? We've collected all our weapons needed to get out of Blue's clawing hands and this dreaded place…except the fifth mysterious element. I need to find it-now. Sweetpea is depending on me! I can't fail her-not like I failed my own sister…
It was never about me, though, was it?
My dancing girls, my beautiful partners…the Priest surely had no idea what he had put me in. I've battled Orcs, dragons, samurais and everything in between! I will not be stopped right now.
I am fire. Suddenly, I know what to do.
The fifth element is me.
I must sacrifice myself for Sweetpea and true liberty, I realize. The mass of men are almost unto us, and we can't hide anymore. I grab Sweetpea's arm and whisper, "Listen, Sweetpea. It's me-I'm the fifth object." I squeeze her hand in an effort to reassure her. Lovely Sweetpea stammers out, "No. Not you. Don't do this-" I put my bloody finger on her full lips. "This is what the Wise Man meant for me to do, Sweetpea, I must." I get up and before she can stop me, I'm making my way over to the enemies. One last dance. Only now, they've turned into glowering Incubi, fangs bared at me, such Narnia creatures. I'm holding my ruby-clad sword in my left hand of fire, ready for battle. I'm still wearing my sexy schoolgirl outfit and I'm pleased at this insight. The hallways have changed into the woods, as black as obsidian, and it's just me vs. them. Sweetpea has already left, thank God. With a small sigh of relief, I give my enemies an innocent smile, "Care for a dance, boys?"
Paradise. Such a sweet, glorious taste.