What I think will happen when Puck and Sabrina have their moment in book nine (reason is they have one in every book)
Warning. You might end up hating me. Lydia, tell me how bad this is. No lies.
Disclaimer- I do not own the sisters grimm
Mirror's outstretched hands threw out bolts of electricity.
His aim, he had none, his thought, to kill.
Sabrina ran toward him, dodging his strikes though she was beginning to feel their heat.
Her boots clicked against the stone floor.
Puck and Daphne were a little ways back but she didn't dare turn around.
If only she could trap him, she had Atticus's wand and if she could
only get close enough to aim just right, then her troubles would be all over.
Finally Puck had caught up to her. "It's about time."
She said and they ran several minutes more
before they had caught Mirror, still in Granny Relda's body, trying to go out of a window.
Right before he jumped out and onto the magic carpet he
had stolen he looked her straight in the eye and she knew,
though she did not want to believe it,
that her grandmother was gone as was her friend,
left behind was a shell of a human,
a venomous creature living only capable of mercilessness and evil.
She pointed the wand at him but right before she could flick her wrist, he flicked his.
The unmistakable fizzing sound came soon after, the sound that came when he hit his target.
A yelp escaped from the shocked lips of the victim.
She turned her head to see Puck writhing in pain on the floor.
Sabrina could hear somebody calling out his name but after looking around realized it was herself.
Mirror jumped out of the window and flew off on the magic carpet.
After watching Mirror leave, she knelt down next to Puck and called his name to see if he was alright enough to answer.
His entire body had a slight burnt look and smell to it.
It was enough to make her sick.
Daphne just began to approach. "Puck!" she exclaimed.
He opened his eyes just so much that they were slits.
A small thin chuckle escaped from his mouth.
"What is it?" Daphne asked crying.
Although Sabrina hated to admit it, she was worried about the boy. He was her friend after all.
"You are so ugly Grimm, I never thought my last sight would be so horrific." He coughed.
Daphne began to wail and clung onto Sabrina who trembled as she saw Puck drift off.
"You'll be fine. You're probably just looking for attention." She remembered saying the same thing when he was gravely ill before.
"You kick Mirror's butt Grimm, you got that? You're so ugly he'll probably just die of fright right there."
"Thanks stink face." She couldn't help as a small tear rolled down her face, her throat stinging.
His head shook for several seconds before it hit the floor with a thud and Sabrina had a growing passion for Mirror's blood.
How much could he take?
How much would he take?
THE END
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