[AN: This is longer and hopefully better than the last chappie. And you finally get to know who the evil person.]
Pain.
Pain beyond belief.
That was all Wanda thought about, that was all she felt, as she was sucked away from her own wedding. Both Wanda's, both the past one and the present one, were merged into one person. Her whole body was crippled with fright and pain, and in shock more than anything else, she curled up, her head tucked into her knees, and waited for the pain to stop.
She must have passed at that point, because she came to, which one can't do unless they faint first. At first, all she knew was that the pain has stopped.
Then she began to look around her. She was in some sort of small cage, in the middle of nowhere. She was still feeling strange, in fact when she thought about she called the feeling 'hazy'. And because she was still dizzy from fainting, she began to hallucinate about where she was.
For a bit, she saw desert land around her, nothing but desert, desert, desert. Then she saw she was on a sheet of ice, floating in an unbroken ocean. Then she was in the middle of a jungle. And then she woke up-
"Hold it right there!" yelled Insomniac II. "Hold it! You mean that's the story, and it's a dream? What sort of a cruddy ending is that????"
"Well, I thought it was fitting." said her subconscious. "I mean come on, the story was going nowhere."
"No way. Absolutely not. That is the worst ending ever, and this is meant to be a good story. Readers, please ignore these last three paragraphs. Thank you." Insomniac II insisted.
"As I was saying..."
For a bit, she saw desert land around her, nothing but desert, desert, desert. Then she saw she was on a sheet of ice, floating in an unbroken ocean. Then she was in the middle of a jungle. Then the desert again, and the sea and the jungle and the desert. Well, you get it. Suddenly, it stopped changing. She was in the desert now, proper desert, no tricks. The cage disappeared, and left Wanda lying on her own in the hot desert. On her own? Not quite. There was someone else there, her abductor, and he spoke.
"Greetings, fairy!" said a familiar voice. Wanda looked up and there he was, in all his glory...
Crocker.
[AN: AAAHHH, scary! Scary Mr Crocker! Ooohhh!!]