Flowers and Brimstone Chapter 4, a star vs. the forces of evil fanfic

Merry Christmas Everyone! And here's a special present to all my faithful fans and followers. As always, Star vs the Forces of Evil is owned by Disney and Stands are the creation of Hirohiko Araki. Ho, Ho, Ho! Enjoy!

Flowers and Brimstone: Chapter 4.

(Six Minutes Later)

WHAM!

For what felt like the trillionth time that minute, Marco was slammed into a brick wall with the force of a speeding car.

Miraculously, his ribs didn't shatter, but he was almost certain that he was bleeding internally.

Needless to say, things weren't quite working out like he'd hoped.

In his battle against Fats, the two titans had merely tried to overwhelm each other with their raw power, but this was different. Igloo and his Diamond Dogs were playing it smart. They made sure to always stay outside of his Stand's radius and to only go after him with long-range attacks. And if by some chance he managed to get close enough to one of them to throw a punch, the others would go for his blind spot to cover their friend. Not that he'd gotten many of these opportunities, since his assailants were better skilled at maneuvering in close quarters than he was. Factor in their collective bloodlust slowly sapping away the oxygen and Igloo's rather unusual climate control powers turning the alleyway into a virtual tundra, and it was a miracle he was even still breathing.

"TALLEY HO!" cried the monstrous form of Lord Cedric's headless knight Stand as it lunged forward to bifurcate the young Latino with its sword.

Marco barely had a tenth of a second to jump out of the way before the blade made contact with the brick wall; which was spontaneously transmuted into a sheet of solid platinum.

Safe, if only for the moment, the young god stumbled forward for several paces before finally falling to his knees.

Man, talk about a close shave. Marco knew from experience that the knight's blade could transmute anything it cuts into any other substance; as demonstrated when it turned a garbage can into steam, an old beer can into solid glass, and a rather unfortunate pigeon into a puddle of mercury. Shudder. No wonder Cedric was ranked Number 6.

"TALLEY HO!" cried the knight Stand yet again as it lunged forward for another attack.

Marco was able to dodge it, but the headless fiend just kept on swinging.

"TALLEY HO!"

"STOP SAYING THAT!"

In a fit of rage and desperation, the young Latino summoned his own powerful Stand and dealt a devistating blow to the knight's midsection; causing its User to double over in pain.

"HA! Got one!"

"SCREEEEEEEEEEEEEEECH!" cried Igloo's snowy white phoenix Stand as it unleashed a torrent of ice spikes right at him.

Once again, Marco just barely dodged the worst of it; much to the Australian's clear amusement.

"HA-HA! Not bad, mate. Not bad." He said jocularly. "But don't get too cocky just yet. You've got miles to go before you sleep. Let 'im have it, Dave!"

WHOOOM!

Suddenly, a powerful force enveloped Marco's right hand, forcing it to the ground. In a panic, he tried to pull it back up, but try as he might it was pinned in place as if by some massive invisible weight.

Looking over his shoulder, the young Latino discovered, unsurprisingly, that the ones responsible were the repugnant User known as Cocky Dave and his equally repugnant tortoise-wizard Stand; making good use of their impressive gravity manipulation abilities.

"Okay, he's all yours, Danni. Make him scream!" the fat man called to his female companion; his voice just as revolting as his appearance.

"You got it, love!" the pink haired girl replied before playing a chord on her demonic guitar.

Suddenly, a blast of crackling, static charged sound shot out of the guitar and made a beeline for the Latino's hand. Within seconds, said hand was completely atomized; leaving behind only a bloody stump.

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHH!" Marco howled in agony as he clutched what had once been his right hand; in the background he could hear Nikki cackling like a mad witch.

"AH-HA-HA-HA-HA-HA! That's it! That's what you get you little bastard! That's what happens when you mess with my man!" the bald woman screamed like a rabid animal. "Yes! Yes~ Don't stop! Make him suffer~ Make him hurt~"

While she gloated, Marco took advantage of the pause to tend to his injury. Utilizing Kung Fu Fighting's remarkable speed and precision, he tore off a piece of his hoodie and used it to fashion a crude tourniquet to stem the blood loss.

"UGH!" the young Latino groaned as he tightened the improvised bandage around his wound. It wasn't pretty, but it would do until he could get to Jefferson. He just hoped that the old drunk could regrow limbs as easily as he repaired ruptured organs. "Okay… Pant. Pant. Let's try this… Cough. Cough. Wheeze. Again…"

With grit and determination, not to mention a little primal rage, Marco pushed the pain to the back of his mind and forced himself back onto his feet. Then, with renewed vigor, he turned towards the punk rock chick and shot her a look that would make even Tom's blood turn cold.

"Oh~ Just look at you. You're all chock full of piss and vinegar." The wicked guitarist said cockily. "Okay, brat. Come and get me!"

Needing no further prompting, the young Latino did just that. With his trusty Stand at the ready, he lunged towards the vile villainess, bobbing and weaving as she shot wave after wave of atomizing sonic attacks. Eventually, either by luck or cosmic design, he got close enough and with one mighty swing he clocked the punk rock witch square on the jaw; rendering her out cold.

Now with two of the Diamond Dogs out of commission, the suffocating bloodlust that had blanketed the alley was significantly weakened. At last he could breathe. Now all he had to do was stay alive long enough to take out the other three and he could go get Jefferson to heal him.

Finally, things were starting to look up.

Or so he thought.

WHOOOM!

Suddenly the young god found himself slammed up against the wall. To his surprise, Cocky Dave had trapped him in yet another of his modified gravity fiends. Only this one was much larger and more powerful than the last. He was completely immobilized.

Not good.

"Okay, bro! Your turn!" the fat man called to his twin brother.

"Right!" replied Stu as he and his revolting yellow weasel Stand used their powers over electromagnetism to lift two long lead pipes and propel them at the young god at high speed.

SHING!

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!" Marco howled like an injured donkey as the pipes ran right through his shoulders; shattering both of his collarbones. He tried to summon his own Stand to pull them out, but it wasn't working. Presumably because he'd already lost too much blood.

Not good.

"Heh-Heh-Heh. Well, now. Looky what we got here." The hulking Australian said as he swaggered over to where the Latino had been impaled. "Looks like somebody's finally run outta steam. Here, let me give you a hand!"

With a mighty WHAM, Igloo delivered a powerful blow to Marco's stomach; forcing some of his lunch to leap up to the back of his throat.

"Oh dear, that looked like it hurt." He said condescendingly. "You know, I bet somewhere, way back in the recesses of your mind, you thought you'd never feel this kinda pain ever again. No, no, don't try denying it. Fats was the same way."

WHAM!

Another crushing blow; this time to the left kidney.

"Thing is though, Ol' Fats never had to work to get where he was. All that power was with him since birth. Never worked out a day in his life. But you probably figured that out just by looking at him."

WHAM!

To the face this time; both sides.

"Oh, he told everyone he went on these big secret training expeditions. Said he had his own little compound in the Congo. But it was all bull****. He was just trying to maintain his image. Keep his legend alive."

WHAM!

Stomach.

Face.

"He never tried to improve himself. He was just born the best. Probably why he didn't put up more of a fight against you."

WHAM!

Face.

"He instantly recognized the gap between his power and yours, and he accepted it. He accepted that his reign was over."

WHAM!

Stomach.

Face.

Kidney.

"And then there's me. The Underdog. The Runner-up. Nature never gave me a wining edge. Everything I have, including my Stand, I had to get the hard way."

WHAM!

Face.

Kidney.

"Oh, we were polar opposites, me and him. No wonder we never got along."

WHAM!

Face.

Stomach.

"But you know, as much as I hated that fat f***, I always kinda respected him as a fighter. He may not 've earned it the way I had to. But he was the best."

WHAM!

Face.

Stomach.

Face.

"Which is why…
WHAM!

Face.

"It pisses me off…"

WHAM!

Stomach.

"That he got taken out…"

WHAM!

Kidney.

"By a scrawny…"

WHAM!

Face.

"Little nobody…"

WHAM!

Face.

"Like you!"

CRUNCH!

By this point, Marco's eyes had all but swollen shut, so he couldn't see what had just happened.

And he was in so much pain he couldn't focus long enough to bring out Kung Fu Fighting.

All he could do was hang there and listen.

And what he heard wasn't good.

He heard something large and heavy fall limply to the ground.

He heard a woman shrieking in terror.

He heard some great animal give out a bone chilling cry.

He heard grown men scream as their limbs were being torn off.

He heard sharp teeth scraping against bone.

He heard a gut-wrenching sound that could only be described as a SKWAARP; followed by something warm and sticky splashing up against his face.

Then, all was silent.

For a moment, Marco thought he was safe.

Then he felt a tremendous pressure push up against him; a suffocating bloodlust a thousand times greater than that of the Diamond Dogs.

And then, from out of that pressure, came a voice.

"Jeez, Diaz. You look like hell." Said the voice in a whisper that was both soft and disturbing. "How could you let those chumps do this do you? I mean, that's just embarrassing."

"Wh-Who-Who… Cough. Cough. Who said that? Who's there?"

"Doesn't matter." The voice replied casually. "You won't be around much longer anyway."

Suddenly, Marco felt a hand riffling through his pocket.

"Ooo~ What's this?"

Snip.

"Oh, these are those magic scissor things Star's always playing with. The ones that take you to all those crazy magic places. No… these are different. And they've got your name on them. Ooo~ fancy."

"Geh… Give those… back… Cough. Cough. They're… mine…"

"Hey now, don't go straining yourself, Diaz. You'll be dead soon enough."

Marco strained himself to open one of his eyes; just so he could get a look at whoever he was talking to. But alas, his vision was so clouded that all he could see were two large, lamp like eyes staring at him through the darkness.

"And listen, don't you worry one bit about Star or that pretty little girlfriend of yours. I'm gonna take good care of them."

Then everything went black.

End Notes:

Joy to the World, and here's my last upload for the year. See you all in 2018 and have fun with whatever holiday you celebrate around this time.

See you when I see you.

Peace on Earth.