Amethyst Ice

Ch.23-Devastation

'So...much blood...' The ground rocked from magic explosions from either side of Cosmo and he held Wanda close to him. He could not stop the tears from running down his face as he rocked her back and forth, stroking her face almost obsessively.

"You can't die...I won't let you...I'll be good...wake up.." His hands trembled as he shook her gently. Jorgen swallowed a lump of grief in his throat before he put a hand on Cosmo's shoulder.

"She's gone, Cosmo..." He said quietly. Cosmo looked up with a tear-filled smile and shook his head.

"Can't be...she's sleeping...I know she is...she'll wake up anytime now...you'll see..." He turned back to Wanda and continued shaking her lifeless body. A sense of foreboding cast over the war-torn land...as if it was pitying these magical creatures. Sanderson merely watched and sneered...until he saw anti-fairies headed hs way, lead by no other than Anti-Cosmo. The shadows underneath him practically fumed, as it represented the rage within the evil man.

"REINFORCEMENTS?" He snarled to himself as he watched the anti troops fly closer. Anti-Cosmo hid his fear by putting on a smirk as he flew closer.

"You're good in the sack, but I think it's time for us to see other people!" He called out gleefully. The pixie prince already knew that he betrayed him, so it didn't matter when he snapped his fingers. The shadows obeyed, transforming into numerous clones of Sanderson. Even though they were soulless, they were as deadly as their sire was.

"Don't back down!" Anti-Cosmo barked at the antis behind him. They watched as scythes and other weapons materialized into their hands, and stood in a line. The antis smirked at the feeble amount of clones...which numbered about 100 to 10,000 antis. But Sanderson didn't rise to dictator for nothing...he smiled lethally.

"Kill." And with that, the clones attacked. Cosmo whimpered as battles raged around him...he had never been in a war...but he had heard of one that happened a long time ago...his grandfather had fought in it against the pixies for control over Fairy World...and he barely got out alive.

'I thank the gods that I'm still alive, and is blessed to have a grandson like you.' A light-green haired old fairy named Cosmos said as he whittled a piece of wood. A cane stood by him, his trusty wand disguised as a harmless walking stick.

'Pixies...don't let that businessy personality fool you, Cosmo. They're fierce, proud warriors under all that gray...never underestimate them...'

'Why?" Cosmo asked. Cosmos looked over his glasses at him.

"They're tricky folk...they'll sooner kill you...especially since the kinder, former leader of Pixies, Inc. had recently gave up his old post to a younger pixie named HP...who knows what they'll do to Fairy World...especially if they're an even crueler pixie after him...'

"A...Am I going to die too?" Cosmo wondered as he looked up at the gray sky, which reminded him of death, destruction, depression...basically a reminder of everything that had happened. He continued stroking Wanda's face, feeling the warmth slowly slip out of her.

"Would it be so bad...if I was to die too?" He asked softly as the sounds of the battle rang in his ears. Most of the pixie and fairy troops halted their fighting to watch the other battle, as if they were spectators...with both sides taking this distraction as a opportunity to reassemble themselves, get the wounded off the battlefield, and rethink their strategies.

"...DAMN!" Anti-Cosmo narrowly avoided a mace to his head, bashing another anti that was behind him. The shadows attacked relentlessly, barreling each anti until they saw an opportunity to kill. Weapons did not work, as it merely materialized through the shadows...while they were solid enough to due insane amounts of damage to their anti opponents.

"FUCK!" Anti-Cosmo swore as a shadow slashed him across the chest. Jorgen had a hard time defnding himself and making sure Wanda's body was in a safe place. Each shadow cackled as it terrorized and split into many more clones, each being as dangerous as the former from whence it came...until it overwhelmed the anti's forces.

"...Don't give in." Anti-Cosmo gritted his teeth as the shadows slowly circled the remains of his troops into a group. In the meantime, Timmy snuck behind Sanderson with his gun, and bashed him in the back of the head hard enough to knock him out. The pixie dropped to the ground out cold, his scythe clattering to the ground beside him. The boy let out a intense sigh of relief as he turned around to face the battlefield, and picked up the scythe. It was time to announce the war was over...that they could all stop fighting...that they could all finally realized that it was the end of Sanderson's dictatorship...that everything was going to be normal again. Timmy felt a sense of proudness as he stood over Sanderson's still form...

"I captured your leader!" Timmy yelled, holding up Sanderson's scythe. The shadows halted before they slowly sunk away, disappearing in mid air. Anti-Cosmo blinked slowly as he brought down his wand. He looked around seeing that the Sandeson clones were gone, but he ordered his troops to be on guard in case they came back.

"What?"

"The war's over?"

"Did that boy...?" At first people didn't realize what was going on, until Cosmo saw Sanderson stir and slowly ping up his pistol. With an evil grin he slowly aimed it at Timmy's back, cocking back the hammer.

"...TIMMY!" Cosmo screamed. Sanderson didn't bat an eye as he pulled the trigger, and shot Timmy in the back. The boy's eyes widened as a shock of pain moved through his body...and he looked down to see a bullet hole in him...and his blood slowly pouring from his body. He clutched at the wound, watching his fingers turn red before he dropped to his knees and tears once more poured down his cheeks.

"...W...Why?" He shuddered at the pixie. Sanderson pulled Timmy's face towards his almost gently...but his eyes were still filled with darkness.

"Everyone has to die sooner or later, love...your death just came at a inconvienient time..." he kissed him on the lips, tasting his blood as if it were a fine wine.

"...Too bad..." He aimed the pistol once again at Timmy, when there was a blood-curdling scream. Sanderson turned just in time to see a foot smash into his face and sent him crashing through a gray building. The boy stood still for a few seconds before a gentle hand touched his shoulder.

"C...Cosmo?" Timmy whispered as two fairies quickly flew Timmy away to the nearby medic tent. The green-haired fairy said nothing as he stood in front of the boy, a glare slowly forming on his face. This wasn't the look of a calm, sensible Cosmo...this was the look...of an avenger. An avenger that wanted to avenge everything that the pixie destroyed...lives...families...peace...and especially the two most improtant people in his life...Wanda and Timmy. Sanderson sat up amongst the rubble in the 46th floor and rubbed his cheek, smiling toothily. He picked himself up and brushed the glass off his clothes and fixed his sunglasses with merely a smirk.

"At last...I get a real fight." Cosmo jumped down from the bluff they were on and stood facing the broken building.

"Bring it." With that said, both men charged at one another, their auras at dangerous levels of rage, anger, sorrow...and darkness. An explosion of bright light engulfed everything as they met...

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Meh: Wow! And to think I was going to abandon this fic! Good thing people reminded me...

Sanderson: You're a bad authoress, Obi! Abandoning your fic when it's not finished yet!

Meh: Oh hush you. I've been extremely busy.

Sanderson: Bah. That's what you always say.

Meh: But I have!

Sanderson: Yeah yeah sure...

Meh: In the meantime, next chapter...the most coolest kick-ass battle this side of Fairy World...Cosmo vs Sanderson! Who will win?