Title: As Good As Dead
Disclaimer: I don't own this show.
AN: This story sprang from the exploration of relationships teetering on greed, manipulation, dominance, and insanity. And what's more interesting than a mad couple hell-bent on world domination? I hope you enjoy!
…
Whilst struggling through a bitter heartbreak, Anti-Wanda finds herself seeking refuge in the most unexpected place with one thing on her mind... to assassinate Anti-Cosmo.
Rated T for mild language and mature themes.
…
Whenever there are faint whispers in the air concerning my husband Anti-Cosmo and his atrocities, it's usually accompanied by the trembling fear and wash of pure dread that overcome the chattering crowds of gossipers, grinding the buzz of their meddlesome rumors to a screeching halt. And a painful silence soon follows.
That's exactly what attracts me to him. His reputation alone is enough to bring the most prestigious villains to a complete standstill, the authorities pray for their lives as they hope and beg they won't ever have to confront him, and it seems as though the entire world bends to their knees in a terrifying worship as he walks all over it with stride. It's the overwhelming presence he emanates with ease, the pride he takes in everything that he stands for, and that touch of madness that ignites his fiery passion for chaos and world conquest... and I knew from our first meeting... I didn't stand a chance of resisting.
I am his.
His name alone captures me. Anti-Cosmo. I am dragged by the ankles into his iron grip, and he holds on to my heart by force as he squeezes the very life out of me. He is like a shining beacon that exudes his brilliance for all to bask in, and foolishly I stand below him in a vain hope that I can reach up and share this light with him...
But I can't. I know I can't but I try anyway.
However, it ends all the same every time. Whenever I attempt to reach up to him, I am plunging back down to the ground of reality, and I am reminded that he is a being far beyond my comprehension. I can never obtain him, I can never contain his light for myself, as I am simply blinded by it. Then as his illuminating presence mesmerizes me into submission, I am oblivious to the fact that I will be discarded under the shadows of Anti-Cosmo's genius. Left in the dust... abandoned... and erased from existence...
The anger. It flares in my throat as I swallow my shame and disgust. I have let myself become deluded. No more.
Anti-Cosmo's name echoes in the air, and the nervous chattering strikes up again. He is to be feared, he is to be loathed... he truly is never to be forgotten.
And as the fear subsides, there is a small voice that whispers the name of a villain that most crowds often scoff at. It is a name that is regarded lightly and, even sometimes, comically. It is a name that is regarded with little worth and next to no value. It is a name that only brings upon terror when coupled with Anti-Cosmo's. And it is a name that is far less significant in power and stature.
That name... is mine. Anti-Wanda.
It honestly tears me up inside. Everything within my nature pulls me towards the need to cause havoc, everything I've ever known has dragged me down the path to destruction, and I have never once objected to it. In actual fact, I've fully embraced it. It's everything I've ever known in my life, and everything I have built to achieve a sense of purpose in my simple life. And everything came to ruin... the day I met Anti-Cosmo.
Stripped of my deeply-seated need to wreak chaos, I had allowed myself to step aside and welcome a higher being to take my place without a fight. I had come to accept that he was far more superior in intellect and power, and he knew how to use them to his advantage. He is this almighty symbol that embodies everything a dictator could ever dream of having, bring lesser beings to his feet with his slick words driven by his admirable and limitless ambition. Anti-Cosmo is simply the best out of all of us anti-fairies. How could I ever think of competing with him?
And so, after realizing my true place beside him, I have come to ask myself the final truth...
Am I destined to be remembered as the moronic subordinate of the dominant and all-powerful Anti-Cosmo?
Or will I be remembered for what I'm about to do?
Anti-Cosmo...
"I'm going to kill you!"
…
Thanks for reading! This story will be short, and it will be concluded in the next chapter. So, please stick around, leave a review maybe, and I'll see you very soon...
…