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-CoolPort-

I DO NOT OWN PRINCESS TUTU

I OWN THE PERSONAS

Fakir woke up, feeling nothing. He flexed his arms to find that he was suspended from chains on a wall.

He looked next to him to find that the demons were lined up next to him, all with their own injuries. Fury's injuries were the worst overall.

They all seemed to be asleep… until a sharp squeal rang through the room.

They all groaned in pain as the sound turned their brains to gel, only to be reformed again by their demonic blood.

Fakir was somehow unaffected by anything. He just seemed to be a shell.

Fury pulled at his chains and began to yell and curse loudly, while Kace just theorized ways to get out.

Jest was laughing, and Chasin was wearing a scowl as he looked at the grimy chains that bound his wrists.

Jamison was silent and emotionless, and Zenon was still passed out and mumbling something about how love will always persevere.

Tristan and Ryker were still nowhere to be seen.

Fakir's eyes began to adjust to the darkness slowly, and when he looked across the enormous stone room, he saw another person. She hung there lifeless, as though she were a puppet of Drosselmeyer.

But he didn't care. He couldn't. He was too scared of what could be wrong with her.

It suddenly went completely quiet. The chains that held Duck moved places, and rose to the ceiling.

The restraints began to drag her elegantly across the room. More ropes began to drop and wrap themselves around her small form.

Her bloodied dress fluttered in tatters behind her as she mechanically danced across the room. She had become a puppet.

A slow desperately hollow tune rang through the room. The music was low in pitch with sadness and eerie tune reverberating through the notes.

Duck's eyes never opened, yet her bloody form danced gracefully throughout the grim dungeon. The torture weapons that were hung upon the wall were left unnoticed by her as she slowly twirled towards them.

"STOP! DUCK, STOP!" Fury screamed as her dress spun out and caught onto the weapons, as she spun ever closer.

Jest had stopped laughing as was whimpering in horror as she twirled into harms way.

"SOLOMON!" Tristan's voice screamed from a distant point.

"I was just having my fun!" Solomon's voice rang.

"Let her go, you can have me." Tristan pleaded.

"Really?" Solomon's grin could be heard through his tone.

"Yes."

"Do you even know why I want you?"

"No." Tristan muttered

"Only to cause you pain, just as you did to me when you caused my love to be killed."

"The showgirl wasn't killed." Tristan retorted.

"Yes, she was. You caused father to kill her." Solomon hissed. "I just plan to return the favor. An eye for an eye."

"That makes the whole world blind. Where is the point in that?"

"Revenge." Solomon chuckled as Duck resumed her dance.

"NO!" Tristan screamed. He ran in front of Duck, only to be speared by the weapons. Duck fell limp against him as he bled out.

"Tristan?" Jest whimpered.

"He'll be fine." Kace suggested.

"What makes you think that?" Fury hissed.

"Watch." Jamison replied. They all looked over to see the pool of black slowly start to regenerate into Tristan.

His wounds healed and his body slowly began to move. As he became fully animate, he picked up the fallen girl from the ground and hauled her away from the display of weapons and tools.

He walked over and began to unchain the demons.

"I told you, you had once chance at revenge, then your soul is mine." A calm voice spoke in monotone.

"Just one more chance! I beg of you!" Solomon pleaded on his knees.

"No. Goodbye, Solomon." A flash burst around the girl and consumed the trembling immortal that had cowered in front of her.

They all were back in the forest once again, at the place where Drosselmeyer's hands had been cut off, next to the tree that had once been Fakir.

Duck was still limp in Tristan's arms. He slowly set her down in the cool grass.

"Duck…?" Fakir knelt beside her. She wasn't breathing.

"Leave, all of you. Go home." Fakir snapped as tears gathered in his eyes.

"Lets go." Kace said as they all awkwardly began to walk home. They didn't know what he was doing, but they didn't question him. Fury's fists tightened, but he left all the same.

He slowly felt his self-control began to slip away as sadness consumed him. He picked her up in his arms and stood, beginning to walk home.

He arrived to find that everyone was locked in their rooms. He trudged up the stairs and lied her down on their bed. He finally let go. He couldn't take it anymore.

He screamed and punched his wall repeatedly. He kept hitting until his knuckled were stained red. He turned around to try to gather his wits, but he saw her lying there. He could've saved her. He should have saved her.

He walked over to his desk and began to write. He didn't care if something bad happened, he just couldn't live without her. He would rather join her.

I THINK I MAY HAVE RESOLVED THE PROBLEM TOO QUICKLY, OH WELL.

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