*Disclaimer:* I do not own the Sisters Grimm.
When Mirror disappeared into the Earth, let's say that was an act so that the Grimm's wougentlest their guard down.
EDITTED: Storyline is taking some twists, credit to iizninja for the ideas.
Puck- 18 Sabrina- 18 Daphne- 14 Red- 14 Basil- 9 Peter- 17
I created this on a whim. The songs That Home and To build a Home by Cinematic Orchestra, contributed to this greatly. Those people make me feel. So I'm sorry if this isn't all that great, I did it fast because I have homework, so enjoy...if you can.
Sabrina Grimm was running as fast as she could. She didn't even notice the crimson trail she left behind. She wanted help. Her only fuel was adrenaline and the hope that Puck would stop his intensifying hatred towards her.
Puck. That was why she was here. He gave away her location.
To the Scarlet Hand.
The cruel resistance against the Grimm's had escaped the barrier, and they were spreading their tyranny quickly. They were trying to eliminate the remaining Grimm's, and Puck betrayed them just because Sabrina was talking about the new boy at camp.
~Flasback~
"Puck, if you're just going to complain, then stay behind!"
"Are you crazy Grimm? Without me, you'd be dead."
"Oh yeah?" She challenged.
"Yeah." He responded indignantly.
"I can assure you that I would be perfectly fine without you. I can handle my own problems. Unlike you." She replied with the same arrogance that he obtained.
This resulted in not just bickering, but irate fighting.
"What do you mean 'unlike me'?"
"Well, you can't even deal with the fact that Peter Pan your 'sworn enemy' is at the camp. You can't even accept that you have to get along. We're in war, Puck. You need to make an effort. Like Peter."
Like Peter. The two words echoed in his head. He was not going to take this from her. He wouldn't take it from the coward defending the coward. Yes, she was a coward. Just like many years ago, she passed off her duties to 'War Heroes' as she called them.
He couldn't take her blindness anymore. She just saw through everything, oblivious. She thought she knew everything. He would set her straight. Back on track. She needed something to break into her shell and crack her. That would make her build herself up. She would want to take over and win the war on her own accord.
So, he took orders from Mirror. He started a few months ago, and was very unnerved. Until, Peter came around and Sabrina made her cowardice evident.
Puck flew off. He wouldn't come back. He didn't even say goodbye. This time, his anger was pointed at her. Who did she think she was? They both knew that she would always need his help, but Sabrina would never admit it.
Besides, Sabrina had made it clear she didn't want him there, right? Peter could take care of her. She obviously preferred him over Puck.
Sabrina felt a little guilty. She would rather have him around and complaining than peace and quiet without him. She could only hope that he would come back. But he didn't.
They were on a mission to try to discover the weakness or any plans that the Scarlet Hand had, and Sabrina was sneaking into the base. Then, she heard the sirens, and before she knew it, her hands were pinned behind her, and her mouth was covered by a rag of chloroform.
Puck told the Scarlet Hand he didn't know the site of the others, he was simply following Sabrina around when he came to his senses. Why not be safe in the Scarlet Hand? Well that's what the rest of the world thought went through his head. But he was in it for a variety of reasons incuding almost everyone he cared and hated. Especially Sabrina. Mirror even gave Puck permission to torture Sabrina in his own way when she wouldn't tell where the others were. The torture treatment was not just physical pain now, but it became extremely emotional as Sabrina's thoughts were simplified from complex equations into one topic.
Why?
Why now when she had the most trust in who she thought was her true friend? Why now when everything was starting to fall into place? Why now, when she was finally finding a way to speak to an egotistical, arrogant, charming fairy boy about her feelings? Why was Puck being ignorant and not realizing that Peter was helping Sabrina sort out her feelings for the Faerie?
Yet, she still felt for him. She still had a part of her speech repeating in her mind.
I know you are a true friend, you wouldn't betray me, Puck. You gain my trust every time that you think you've lost it. But you'll never lose it.
And in an act to rip her heart, and soul to shreds, Puck took up on the offer to inflict pain upon her. All it took was his fingers lightly brushing her skin as they chose which part of her to hit for the best effect.
Yes. He had accomplished his goal. He broke her and her judgement.
She slumped down in her chains and used all of her will power not to cry, but the tears slipped through, even though she hadn't even been hit by him.
He wasn't really going to hit her. But then he saw her relief. He did it. He would naturally apologize for a hit like that, but he needed to show her that she had to depend on herself. Even if people betray or don't betray you, you must always be independent and only relay on people if NECESSARY. Once he saw the look on her face and the water droplets on the ground, he knew he had done his job. She would come to the proper realization in time.
This did not mean that he still had self-respect. Oh no, he couldn't stand betraying her. He may have been mad, but not mad enough to do this stunt. That's what it was, a stunt. That would hopefully result in the Grimm's victory. He hated when she cried. Yet, the worst was when he was the one to cause the emotional turmoil. But when someone you love needs he push in the right direction, its better to just do it and have regrets later. In this case, it was more of a shove, but he needed the Grimm's to win this war. Even if it meant sacrificing himself and his trust worthiness.
Everyone might think he was fed up. They would believe him if he said he was in it for the villains. But he was truly in it for Sabrina. She needed the betrayal. She needed to be pushed onto the edge and hopefully she would turn to anger.
If things went this way, she would take her place as the general and fuel the army with her hatred for the Hand.
Please work. He thought. Please, don't make her experience this ache for no reason.
After what seemed like eternity's, Sabrina discovered an escape. Now she was running through a dense forest trying hard not to concentrate on the burning scars from the recent whip lashes, the tingling sensation in her wrists from the continuous 'Zap'-ping, the bruises and scratches, the deep-yet-not-deep-enough-to-kill-you puncture wounds, her bruised torso and trembling knees, and worst of all, the pain that Puck had watched it all, and caused it too.
~End Flashback~
Suddenly the adrenaline stopped, and the pulsing pains returned. She had reached the end, and currently stood at a cliff where the breeze brushed through her hair and helped her take her mind off of the pounding in her head, and the stinging in her heart.
She knew it would be all the better if Puck was with her. If he hadn't betrayed her. If she wasn't standing in her own metallic excess. If she wasn't starting to get blood encrusted on her body. If her Mother and Red weren't killed in the recent battles. If the war wasn't happening. If she was safe, and everything was ok.
Puck made a wise choice to sabotage her now. She was still grieving over the loss of her friends making her more fragile and esy to break. Easy to manipulate.
She crouched down with her back against a tree and, for the first time in almost years, began to truly cry. She began the snotty, hiccuping, sobbing that she had thought was impossible. She began to gasp for breath and choke on her own saliva. Wailing all the while. She knew she looked weak, but for once, she had basically lost her purpose in staying alert and prepared. She just wanted to let go, just for a few minutes of endless hopelessness.
Her golden locks blew out of her face as the sun shone through the clouds and on to her fresh wounds. Her tattered and soaked clothes began to warm with the rays. Some might even say she looked like an angel that had escaped a raging battle between the Underworld and the Heavens. But she knew this was barely a break from the hell she was living.
Sometimes it really wasn't pleasant to be an ever after.
A/N: Should I make this a story? Sorry about not updating AAEE... There has been a lot of homework lately. Sorry if this wasn't to great. I wasn't really writing just taking note of an idea and I tweaked it a little to be more of a story. Thanks and please review!