Annabelle... Gabriel... Monica...

The three children repeaed these names, as they were the only names they had known in years. The Otherworld, bleak and pathetic, was mostly empty, even the Beldam's web had sagged into desolace. The creature herself, the Beldam, sat huddled in the dead center of her threaded web. If she noticed them or not, she did not let it show. It was rather hard not to notice three small, glowing children in what was once your throne room, however. THe pioneer girl, newly named Annabelle, glared at the now starving creature.

The three of them had returned to ensure that the Beldam was gone, as they had promised themselves and their heroine in her dreams, after the Beldam's hand had be disposed of. Monica Lovat had stated it was over and done with for them, but they were not ready to let the hag that trapped them live, at least as far as Annabelle was concerned. She had been more than eager to accept God's mission to ensure she never touched another child.

Monica Lovat encircled the sobbing form of the monster, taunting her.

"Mommy..." She called again and again, the Beldam raised her head to stare at the children, her eyes hastily sewn into her face. Whimpering, she could barely take in the sight of seething children before her.

"Who...Who are you." Gabriel began to waver, she seemed so weak. Sensing weakness, Annabelle clapped a glittery hand on his shoulder.

"Yuu will show no mercy, child." Gabriel lifted his face at the Beldam, and Annabelle approached her angrily.

"Do you recognize this?" Annabelle mockingly forced her face into the look of horror she had known for so long. The Beldam shrugged, it seemed the movement was almost beneath her, only angering the children more.

While Annabelle interrogated the creature, Monica had reappeared with a long sewing needle and red thread. "I hate coming back here." she hissed under her angelic breath.

"Gabriel, take the thread." Annabelle uttered to him in a voice so soft and dangerous.

Time for one those games you enjoy such, Mother...


Gabriel cast a final look at their handiwork, black tarry blood in the web. Immobilized, the Beldam stood, head lolling, strung up like a marionette. Shuddering breaths and shock rattled her form. He felt a tugging at his heart, pity? No...never.

Annabelle had inserted multiple needles and pins into the monsters face...

Monica had wrapped all kinds of ribbon and thread around it's spindly neck...

Gabriel, himself, had snapped all the limbs off the thing, and taken its eyes out again.

Annabelle and Monica both crept through the door, and pulled the small boy with them. The door was locked steadfast by an unseen force, and the last thing they her from the creatre was her last, shaking breath leave her.

Gabriel wasn't certain, but he he thought that a smile had graced the girl's faces. Mission accomplished.


I know, it sucks...

I just felt like after 150+ years behind the mirror, they'd want some justice. I assumed the Pioneer Girl had been there the longest, so thats why she had OOC tendencies, like the whole mocking attitude.

Anyway, hope you enjoyed.