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"There's going to be a party tonight," Icy said, startling Rhythma from her daydream. The ice witch stood with her sisters in front of the fairy's bed, not looking mad, or irritated, but not technically happy, either. But then, were these witches ever happy?

Rhythma gave a slight nod to show she had heard the witch. Icy rolled her eyes.

"You're coming, too, little wretch." She snapped. "I don't trust you enough to leave you here alone while we're gone all day." The ice witch took a step forward and Rhythma scooted back, pressing her back against the wall. Darcy and Stormy stood on either side of the fairy, blocking any escape. If Icy wanted to punch her right now, there was no way Rhythma could stop her. That's what scared her the most. That she couldn't even defend herself.

The Trix were in total control.

Icy seemed to notice this and gave a triumphant smirk, crouching down in front of Rhythma, who whimpered fearfully and pressed herself forcefully against the wall for support.

The ice witch put her hand on the side of the fairy's face, cradling her cheek. "You're so cute when you're scared." She commented, digging her nails into Rhythma's face. Then her smirk faded and her eyes narrowed. "Put on your cloak and come sit down when you're ready." She ordered, taking her hand away and standing up sharply.

Rhythma got to her feet and brushed by Icy, making her way over to the closet where her cloak was kept. Once it was secured around her shoulders, she walked back over and sat down on the edge of Icy's bed, like she had been told.

The Trix all surrounded her and waited, before Darcy raised her hands and transported the four of them to downtown Magix.

The dark witch turned to face them. "Riven is waiting for me, so I better get going." She waved and then disappeared inside the coffee shop where the other witches of Cloudtower were sitting.

Icy grabbed Rhythma's arm harshly. "Come with us."

The fairy did as she was told and followed Icy and Stormy into the shop beside the coffee shop. She glanced at Icy questioningly. They were in a bakery.

"What?" Icy shrugged, playing innocent for the people watching. "I want some cake."

Rhythma looked around, and felt Stormy's hand on her back. A second later, a burst of pain shot through the fairy's body. Stormy leaned forward. "Don't you dare scream." She hissed. "Or tonight you'll wish you were dead."

I always wish I'm dead. Rhythma thought, but obeyed anyway.

Another bolt of lightning shot through her spine.

The fairy whimpered, but didn't make a single cry as she was led over to the counter. Icy smirked slightly at the manager and ordered her cake.

Once she had the cake safely transported back to Cloudtower to save for later, Icy walked out of the door. Rhythma followed her and Stormy walked behind the fairy, sending jolts through her body every couple of seconds.

Suddenly, Icy stopped. Rhythma didn't have time to pause before she crashed into the ice witch, and squeaked when she fell backward into Stormy.

"Watch it, wretch!" Stormy snapped, standing up and grabbing the fairy harshly by the hair, forcing her to her feet.

"Well, well, well," Icy hissed out. Stormy released Rhythma's hair as the two realized the ice witch had cornered a fairy. "Look who it is."

Stormy glared at Rhythma before whispering: "For crashing into me, your punishment will be painful."

Rhythma nodded and looked closely at the fairy. It was the music one - Musa?

Yeah.

Musa ignored Icy and turned away. "Please," she said sadly. "Not today, okay?"

Icy put her hand against the wall, blocking her. "Where do you think you're going?"

"Back to Alfea." Musa walked around the ice witch.

Smirking, Icy grabbed Musa's arm. "No you're not." She said. "First, we want to know why you were spying on our friend Darcy." Rhythma's eyebrows shot up. Spying?

Musa yanked her hand out of Icy's grip. "I wasn't spying on anyone. Especially not Darcy." She began to walk away again, only to be stopped by Stormy.

"Trust Icy to recognize a spy when she sees one." The storm witch smirked.

"It wasn't Darcy," Icy realized, stepping closer. "I bet you were spying on Riven." Another step. "You like him, don't you?"

Musa turned to face them. "Leave me alone!"

"You know," Icy taunted. "The other day, Riven told me he cares nothing about you." She smirked. "Absolutely nothing."

Suddenly, a smacking sound echoed around the walls of the buildings nearby. Rhythma stepped back, a hand over her mouth when she saw the bright red finger marks on Icy's cheek.

The ice witch seemed equally stunned. "She . . . she slapped me!" Icy exclaimed. "She slapped me in the face!"

"Ouch!" Stormy gasped, poking the red mark. "I can even see the prints of her fingers! Does it hurt?"

Icy smacked her hand away. "Of course it hurts, dummy!"

Musa's eyes were wide with horror. "I'm so sorry, Icy!" She cried. "I didn't mean -"

Icy interrupted the music fairy, a scowl written on her face. "You are going to pay for that." She turned to a witch that had watched the entire thing. "You! Go fetch the others!"

The witch vanished.

Stormy stepped closer to Musa, looking at Icy.

"What are you going to do?"

Musa glowered. "Yeah, Icy. You need backup to fight me?"

Icy smirked, her hand brushing Rhythma's arm tauntingly, making her shiver. "I don't want to fight you, Musa." She said slyly. "I just want to give your facial attributes a little bit of a makeover."

That's when the fairy made the wise decision to turn around and run. Icy laughed, watching as the witches from the cafe chased after her. Rhythma winced as they disappeared down the road.

Then Icy grabbed her arm and launched into the sky. Rhythma shrieked in terror at the sudden change in altitude. She glanced over at the ice witch, shocked to see that she had transformed into her Trix outfit. Stormy flew beside them, also in her Trix outfit. She cast a wicked look toward Rhythma. She was going to be in so much pain tonight.

Icy swooped down, landing in a rather narrow alleyway. Behind them, she could feel the negative energy of the witches of Cloudtower. Before them, however, stood a terrified Musa.

"Looks like you've reached the end of the line, fairy." Icy's voice was filled with satisfaction and malice.

The ground suddenly lurched beneath Rhythma's feet. She staggered, only remaining on her feet because Icy still gripped her hand.

The wall behind Musa crumbled, revealing a huge Redfountain ship. Icy's grip on Rhythma's arm tightened as the witch grew angrier.

Musa rushed toward her friends, who embraced her warmly. Rhythma noticed that the Specialists were there - but not the one she had seen a few days ago.

"Brandon!" A gruff voice snarled. Rhythma saw a blonde boy look up from the group of Specialists.

The fairy felt Icy yank her aside to let Riven pass. The witch's nails dug into her skin, but Rhythma didn't dare make a sound. Darcy suddenly appeared beside them, a smirk on her face. She flashed a glance at Rhythma, who winced back slightly.

Riven stopped at the front of the group of witches, his eyes narrowed. "Let's see if you can play tough," he snapped to the blonde boy, pulling out his purple saber. "With me too!"

The blonde - Brandon - pulled out his own saber and the two clashed together, glaring accusingly at one another.

Rhythma noticed that the other witches were rushing forward to help Riven, when a sudden green barrier stopped them in their tracks. The fairy looked to the side to see a brown-haired boy holding a green sword. He flashed a smirk at the witches.

That's when Rhythma noticed the air get colder. She looked to Icy, whose eyes were closed and her hands were trembling. She released her hold on Rhythma's arm as the temperature dropped by a lot.

Then, Stormy held up her hand and charged herself with lightning. The witch rushed to attack, and Icy followed a moment later, leaving Rhythma alone. She backed into the shadows.

Rhythma observed the fight from her place near the side wall. The fairies seemed to be taking the most damage - Stella was trapped behind a burning car; Musa was fighting Darcy; Tecna was caught in an ice trap with a specialist; Flora was unconscious; and Bloom was fending off Stormy.

Then, everything changed.

Apparently, Bloom was trying to help Musa, now unconscious and in danger of being crushed under a pile of cars. But Stormy hovered in her way. Rhythma watched, transfixed, as Bloom began to glow a bright orange color. The power radiating off the fairy was enough to make Rhythma feel warm, even from a distance.

Bloom erupted, blinding all the witches with her light. Darcy hit the ground, and immediately Riven was there to help.

Stormy and Icy slammed into the pavement close to Rhythma, and didn't move.

The glow faded.

The witches were going to be caught.

Rhythma stood, horrified. She didn't know what to do. In one case, she thought of using this chance to escape. Get to the fairies while the Trix were down.

But on the other hand, she thought about everything nice Icy had done for her. Protected her (only when necessary). Cared for her (somewhat). Kept her alive (against her will).

Icy didn't have to keep her alive all these years. She had chosen to not kill her that night when they had found her. Instead, they had kept her.

It wasn't the best life, but it was better than the alternative.

She knew what she had to do.

Walking over to Icy, Rhythma crouched down and helped the witch to her feet, wrapping the cold arm around her neck to support her. Stormy had already risen and was heading in Rhythma's direction, a curious expression written on her features. However, she didn't question the fairy at all, only taking Icy's other arm and heaving some of the weight onto her own shoulders.

With that, Stormy gave a nod and the two dragged Icy out of the alleyway together.

Icy's POV

"So it's Bloom, then?" Stormy asked, walking over to the sleeping fairy and sitting down beside her. Icy nodded.

"The power that came from that fairy was enough to fill my vacuum." She said.

Darcy leaned against the doorframe, her eyes on the fairy. "We must have that power." She muttered.

There was a silence.

Then Icy spoke.

"Why did she do it?" Her voice came out as a whisper.

Stormy and Darcy said nothing, both staring at the sleeping fairy. Icy watched the rhythmic rise and fall of her stomach as she breathed.

Icy sighed. "She could have run."

Darcy walked over and crouched down in front of the fairy's face. "Perhaps she realized that she owed us something," she thought out loud, tracing her finger across the wretch's cheek.

Stormy stroked the side of the fairy's head. "No. I watched her stare at us as though willing us to get up." She recalled. "And when we didn't, she helped us."

Icy walked over to her sisters and stared down at the wretch. "Well," she mumbled, crouching down so that her fingers were brushing the kid's neck. "Whatever her reason, I think we'll skip tomorrow's beating."

With that, she stood up and walked over to her own bed.

Icy felt the darkness of sleep take her before she was even fully laid down.

A/N: Hello! I hope you all enjoyed this chapter, because I sure did.

I want to give a random shout out to my youngest sister, cheetahgirl08 for being a great reader of this story.

Question: Who is your favorite member of the Trix?

To be honest, I can't decide. Icy is great, her attitude is awesome. Darcy's personality makes me feel warm, and I love Stormy's behavior. She's dumb, smart, powerful and weak at the same time.

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