Marcanne Week
Sunday - Back to the past
Monday - EmoButter
Tuesday - AU
Wednesday - Angst Time
Thursday - Confessing
Friday - It's a Date
Saturday - Back to the Future
"Foolish hero! Your journey ends now!"
First-graders Sasha Waybright and Marcy Wu squared off in the former's backyard on a bright and beautiful summer day. Each girl held an empty cardboard tube in their hands, wielding them like weapons as they stared each other down.
"The only thing ending is your reign of terror, wizard!" Marcy shouted, pointing her tube. She wore a colander over her head and a fluffy pillow tied around her chest. "I will slay you and rescue the princess!"
Sasha cackled, a long and deep "Mwah-ha-ha-ha!" She had a ratty old blue bathrobe over her regular clothes, several sizes too big for her. "You think you're a match for me? Don't make me laugh. The princess will be mine forever!"
Behind Sasha stood her evil wizard fortress, constructed out of a huge pile of empty cardboard boxes pulled from Sasha's basement. Anne Boonchuy stepped out and leaned against the entryway - gently so as not to send the delicate structure toppling over.
"Oh, woe is me!" Anne exclaimed dramatically, head thrown back. She wore an old curtain wrapped over her normal outfit, a childish approximation of a flowing gown. "If only some brave hero would come and save me from this wicked fiend!"
"Psst, Anne," Sasha whispered, not taking her eyes off Marcy. "You're supposed to be locked up, remember?"
"Oops! Sorry," Anne giggled. She darted back inside, but still peeked around the corner of the archway to watch the action.
With a furious battle cry Marcy shot forward, swinging her tube. Sasha met the attack head-on. The tubes collided with hollow thunks, but in the eyes of the girls they were clashing steel blades together, sparks flying. Marcy was easily in control, forcing Sasha to step backwards around the yard.
"Give up, wizard," Marcy said. "You can never match my strength!"
"That's why I have magic," Sasha said with a smirk. One hand went into the robe's pocket, from which she pulled a yellow-green tennis ball to quickly chuck in Marcy's direction. "Fireball!"
Marcy yelped and dodged out of the way. Sasha didn't let up, pulling more balls from her pocket and throwing them at her opponent. Marcy stumbled, barely avoiding the next two balls. The third beamed off Marcy's makeshift helmet.
"Ha! You're dead," Sasha said triumphantly.
"Nu-uh, I had my magic helmet," Marcy shot back, tapping her colander.
Sasha pursed her lips. "Fine, but my fireball ruined it. So get rid of it."
Marcy nodded, tossing the dish aside before running towards Sasha. The blond responded with another barrage. Marcy whacked the first few out of the air with her weapon, but the final one smacked against her pillow.
"There goes your armor," Sasha said. She smirked as Marcy undid the ties around her torso, letting the pillow fall to the grass. "Looks like you have nothing left to protect you."
Sasha's hand went to her pocket once more. Her eyes widened as she turned out an empty pocket.
"And you're all out of magic," Marcy said with a smirk of her own. "This ends now, wizard."
Sasha narrowed her eyes, raising her weapon. "Let's do this."
With furious war cries, the girls charged at each other. As they closed the distance, Sasha swung her tube in a wide arc. Marcy ducked at the last second, the tube grazing her hair as she jabbed upwards with her own weapon, striking Sasha directly in the chest.
"Gah!" Sasha cried out, dropping her cardboard tube. "This cannot be!"
"Ha, I win!" Marcy said with a wide grin. She jabbed again, hitting Sasha in the side. "With this final strike I slay thee, evil wizard!"
Catching on, Sasha lifted her arm slightly, holding the tube between her arm and torso. Marcy let go and Sasha stumbled backwards, keeping the cardboard held against her as though she had been impaled. With a hand to her forehead Sasha let out a dramatic cry and toppled backwards, eyes closed and tongue lolling out of her mouth.
"Yes!" Marcy said, striking a triumphant pose. "Victory is mine! Now, to rescue the princess."
Marcy ran over to the cardboard fortress. The interior was small and dark, the only light coming from the sun streaming in through the entryway. Inside Anne sat down in a large box, knees to her chest with her arms wrapped around them. She looked up as Marcy stepped inside.
"Princess," Marcy said, holding a hand out. "The wizard is slain! You are free, fair maiden."
"My hero!" Anne said as she took Marcy's hand and she stepped out of the box, smiling brightly. "How can I ever repay you?"
"No need, m'lady," Marcy said with a bow. "A hero needs no reward except seeing evil vanquished and innocents protected."
Anne giggled. "Well… at least let me give you some kind of reward."
Before Marcy could react, Anne leaned forward and kissed Marcy on the lips. It was just a quick peck, but it was still enough to make Marcy jump back with a yelp.
"What the heck was that?!" Marcy half-asked, half-yelled, a blush settling over her face.
Anne giggled innocently, a splash of red across her own cheeks. "What? The hero always gets a kiss from the girls they rescue during these stories, right?"
Marcy giggled. "I mean… yeah, I guess?"
"See? It's all part of the game."
Anne giggled again. A high-pitched, musical sound. A sound that, for reasons Marcy couldn't explain, had her heart hammering in her chest. A sound she wanted to hear over and over again.
"Okay lovebirds," Sasha's voice said, making Anne and Marcy jump back. They looked over to see Sasha standing in the entryway, smiling at them both as she shrugged the robe off her shoulders. "Come on, help me take the fort apart so we can play something else."
"Ooh, let's play pirates next!" Anne said excitedly, shedding her makeshift gown.
"Dibs on captain!" Sasha said right away.
"No fair, you're always the captain!" Marcy said with a laugh. She picked up one of the boxes and chucked it at Sasha, who ducked out of the way with a smile. Conversation was forgotten as the girls started to disassemble their fort, ready to build something different and start a brand new adventure.
As they worked Marcy thought back to the kiss she got from Anne, and her words from afterwards.
'The hero always gets a kiss from the girl they rescue.'
Marcy smiled, thinking she'd have to play the hero more often.
Author's Note: So apparently twitter users TrannesBoonchuy and mastermarcywu have put together a Marcanne Week. I couldn't pass up the opportunity to flex my creative muscles, even if some of them look like they'll be harder than others.
Sunday's prompt is a simple one, asking us to write about Marcy and Anne as children. Which works perfect since we just got an episode finally showing us what all three of the girls were like when they were little! Plus I'm a sucker for children's pure and simple ideas of love and affection.
Tune in for tomorrow's installment!