Disclaimer: No I don't own W.I.T.C.H. Are we clear on that?
AN: A hyperactive muse spits out the strangest things. This fic has been screaming to be let out. Comic based.
Will looked down at her sleeping astral drop. She looked so peaceful it seemed a shame to wake her, but Will wanted to get some sleep before school tomorrow, especially after tonight's fight with Phobos's forces in Meridian and so with a brief shake she woke her astral drop. Her drop stood up and Will reabsorbed her. If Will had any idea what the consequences of this one act was, then she never would've done that at all. With a yawn, she curled up in her bed and fell asleep.
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It was a nightmare. There was no other explanation for it. Will was in her guardian form, standing beside Phobos, a smile on her face. She could see the other members of W.I.T.C.H in their normal forms, caught in the middle of a ferocious battle and she knew that she was the reason they were fighting in their human forms. Taranee was staring at Will with an expression of disbelief and fury.
Princess Elyon lay at Will's feet, her body drained of energy, the light of Meridian extinguished forever.
Beside Elyon, Cornelia lay face down, a pool of her own blood staining her beautiful long hair. There was a huge wound in her back, almost certainly a fatal one. Looking down at Cornelia as she breathed her last, Will could see her mouth one last word.
"Why?"
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Irma was in some kind of military getup, a commando if Will was to hazard a guess.
Will on the other hand, was wearing a simple black dress of Metamorian design.
Irma is lying against a tree, an arrow in her shoulder. Lying besides her is a gun, Will doesn't know the type, but the spent cartridges lying around it indicate that it has been fired recently. She looks down at her friend (former friend a voice whispers at the back of her mind). Summoning the Heart of Candracar forth, Will unleashes a huge blast of pink magic and Irma is vaporised in the blink of an eye.
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Will felt herself steadily waking up. The sun was shining in from a window. Will resisted the urge to curl up and go back to sleep, the silk bedsheets felt so good. Hold that thought. Silk?! What am I doing with silk bedsheets? She wondered to herself. Since when have I had silk bedsheets?
Considerably wakened by this realisation, she began to notice other things that were out of place. Things that quite clearly didn't belong at all. Like the fact that she was in her guardian form. (How else do you become a beautiful young woman overnight?) Or the fact that under the silken bedsheets, she wasn't wearing anything. Nada, zip, sweet fuck all. But if she was in guardian form, where were her wings? (In her mind she could hear Irma reply sardonically "Try your back.") But they weren't there.
Secondly, Will was most definitely not home.
Will closed her eyes and placed her hands on her head as she tried to figure out what was going on. Swiftly getting dressed, she sees a calendar and lets out a gasp of surprise. The year is 2017. Ten years after she had gone to bed. Will placed her hands on her head and groaned. Then she realised. She wasn't in her guardian form. She'd grown up into this woman. What the hell happened?
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The guard looked in at the prisoner. Her starved frame and bruises a testament to her harsh treatment as a prisoner of Phobos. Under the dirt, her almond shaped eyes revealed her Asian heritage. Just a stupid earthling who thought she could stop Phobos. Rumour had it, she was one of the guardians. It would explain why Lord Cedric took his frustrations out on her with considerable regularity.
Hay Lin watched as Lord Cedric entered the dungeon. She had long given up hope of being rescued, the last attempted had resulted in Irma's death.
Will he rape me or won't he? She wondered as she watched him enter the dungeons. Two days ago he had raped her followed by a thorough beating because Phobos had refused to elevate him to the Court of murmurs, yet again.
The first time he raped her was the night Elyon had died, some ten years earlier and Hay Lin was still in shock over Will's betrayal and the deaths of Elyon and Cornelia. He had been determined to extract information about the rebels from her and rape had been a part of her torture.
Entering the cell, Cedric's attack was the most vicious one she had ever experienced. As he violated her once more, she let out one last desperate thought before she passed out.
Please let this be over something really drastic.
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Taranee looked at the documents in front of her. Now they had a chance to save her friend Hay Lin. It had hurt her badly to leave her in Phobos dungeon, but with this information, there was a glimmer of hope that this one would succeed. And there was the chance for revenge. Taranee had a lot of old scores to settle. Especially with a certain redheaded girl named Will Vandom.
AN: I've tried to make the rape and torture of Hay Lin realistic and I hope I got it right. If I haven't, then I apologise. In the comics, Cedric openly wants to serve evil, so I thought lets make him evil.
