An AU that I desperately needed. Hope you all enjoy!
She never liked rain. It always stung like ice on her skin, the uneven rhythm annoyed her, and the noise. The noise was so extravagantly loud and gentle at the same time. Rain felt like drowning in the air. Rain felt like the sky had given up. Rain felt like the whole world was crashing down in a sparkling array of beauty. Though for this one moment; she was grateful that the rain had come. For the rain was hiding her tears.
Not that it mattered, she was completely alone. She always believed that alone would be peaceful; it is anything but. Everything was against her now. Nothing mattered anymore. All because of her stupid attachments. A moment of weakness. Her mother was right.
How does it feel, Mal? To be overthrown and abandoned by everyone; does it burn? Does it tear your soul apart?
She kicked a nearby wooden crate and it shattered into pieces as it tumbled further into the alleyway, splashing into a puddle a few meters away. She had everything and she allowed it to slip through her fingers. She then punched the brick wall to the right of her, she didn't care that the impact hurt like hell and she didn't care that blood was beginning to form around her knuckles. She grit her teeth to stop the cries of pain from coming up.
Evie Grimhilde... that bitch. She trusted her. She fucking trusted her! The rage running through Mal could not be contained; there was no doubt that her eyes were glowing brighter than ever before. Not even that stupid magic barrier could stop her mystic rage from showing through. That legendary villainous fury ran through her blood like a wildfire.
You were getting too strong; too powerful. I couldn't allow it to go on anymore. So why don't we let a real queen take your place?
They were so eager to join her as well. She felt so idiotic for calling those traitors her friends. Perhaps they always intended on doing this; just waiting for the right moment to strike. Yet another indication at how weak she'd become.
Never again will she fall for that trick. Emotional attachments are nothing but crutches that she didn't need. Never again will she play into their hands like a fool. More displays of her anger came through as she cried out, enraged and vengeful. The whole Isle must have heard, and Mal knew, she knew, that somewhere, perched high in a tower sitting on her throne, Evie could hear her. Oh she hoped she could hear her. That scream was a promise she sealed in that moment, that she will have her revenge. Evie Grimhilde will regret the day that she ever crossed the daughter of Maleficent.