The story has elements of both Dark War storyline and DemonxBunny's Masters of the Multiverse, so all credit goes to both Impact Wrestling and DemonxBunny. I do not own the characters, only the OCs. The story is entirely fictional.

Characters may look and act different than they do in real life. This was done intentionally, and things will change over time in this story, so please be patient.

Rating: M, for violence, coarse language, and mature themes/events that will appear throughout this story. Remember, this is Femslash, so if that's not your thing, you may not like this story.

Pairings: Allie/Rosemary (DemonxBunny), others over time.

Aftermath of the Dark War Chapter 41: Feuds and Perils by Jurassicfatt

Allie's Pov, Omni Sports Tournament, Observatory, Afternoon

Wow! Rebel and I walk around the grounds of the observatory, waiting for the hostess Vivian to arrive, but I can't help but notice how beautiful it is here. The observatory is a small tower, circular at the top and made of large white stone bricks, and covered in some sort of dried moss. Attached to it is a square building made of the same bricks, with tiny square windows and two white steps leading up to a brown double door. A few moss-covered benches can also be found around the weed-filled grassy terrain. A forest of trees, with black bark and blue leaves, surround the observatory grounds from all sides. Some trees are small and thin, while others are humungous, their thick trunks and large heights rivaling the observatory tower. Bushes of blue and red foliage paint the forest floor. Flowerbeds of yellow, orange and purple go as far as the eye can see. It's like we're walking in a massive, outdoor botanical garden encapsulated by a forest. It's quite hot out, even though the sun is blocked by dark gray clouds.

This morning, while Rebel and I were hanging out in her tent, some guards asked for entrance. They told me the hostess Vivian wanted to speak with me. Something about forgetting to give me a final reward for my performance in the Arena. I told them I had to tell Rosemary first, before I went anywhere. Some of the guards told me they'd take care of it. I waited in the tent until they came back. When they returned, the guards told me that Rosemary was still on shift, but was informed that we were headed to meet the hostess. They said the only thing I needed was my title, but I brought one of Rosemary's knives just in case, hiding it in a sheath in my boot. If there's I've learned in my brief time here, it's that the Undead Realm is as dangerous as it sounds, so I'd rather be safe than sorry.

Rebel insisted on coming. They told her she couldn't, but she wouldn't take no for an answer. Eventually, they just gave in. Advisor Mervin also used his 'authoritative powers' to force the guards to let him come with. He argued that he 'had to meet with the hostess, in order to beg for her forgiveness', as she had refused to speak with him these past few days. She was pretty angry with him after the tri-sports event. He shuffles his feet, looking around the area for her, before tripping on a branch.

"Ow! Damn these trees! Where is her highness? It is not like her to be this late." he questions, getting back to his feet. His tone is needy and almost the complete opposite of the 'salesman pitch' he used at the Colosseum.

"I'm sure she'll be here soon. Just calm yourself, advisor." Rebel says, eliciting a glare from the shorter man.

"How can you be so certain? We have been waiting here for ages! Where did that guard go? *Sigh*, I should have told Vivian about the replacement binding for the Sturvian seed. Perhaps she would not be so aggravated had I done so." Mervin puts his hands in front of his face, almost as if he's silently praying.

"I don't know if it's been that long. I am sure she's just busy with the Tournament. We're waiting for her too, after all." I tell him, placing my title belt on my shoulder, with a hand on top, giving my arms a break from holding it. The guards told me Miss Vivian wanted to see the belt when she arrived, so I should keep from attaching it to my waist.

"I tried to do everything as requested. I took certain actions concerning the event to prepare for it as quickly as possible, but I did not think it would lead to ostracization. I still do not comprehend how the summoning cauldron shut off during the Jungle Trek event?"

"Yeah, me neither." I say, rubbing my neck with my free hand and trying not to remember Mitchell's words.

"*Huff* How much longer must I wait? And where did the guards run off to?" he asks, completely ignoring what I just said. Actually, that is a good question: where are all the guards? On our way over to the observatory, there were at least six of them. There was one in the front, two on each side of us and one in the back. They told us to stay here, saying they needed to go to a guard station to complete their shifts. One guard was posted here to watch us. Then, another guard came and spoke to him a couple minutes ago. A few seconds later, he walked into the forest, and we haven't seen him since. I'm starting to feel uneasy about the whole thing.

Why did the guards leave? Did something happen? Is Rosemary okay?

The two of us haven't really seen each other much, with her guard duty and all. The date we had was really fun, and I'm looking forward to getting back to Kaduran so we can go on another one. Despite how busy she is, she still goes out of her way to get me my morning coffee. I always make sure to get dinner ready for her, to try and repay her kindness. She tells me not to, but I really don't mind. And I never let her sleep on the chairs. I have to admit I… kind of like cuddling with her at night. I always sleep better when she's nearby. I still have the nightmares from time to time, but she's always there for me and holds me close until I fall asleep. And I'll do the same if she ever has them, too. When she takes her paint off, and it's just Courtney and I, it just feels natural. I can be myself with her, and I really like that. Mervin stamps his foot before walking away from us.

"Oh, to the Guild with this! I see a bench under that tree. I must rest. This heat is unbearable! Call me when the great Vivian arrives." he mutters, walking away. Rebel and I stare at him, then look at each other.

"That damn salesman's freaking out!" Rebel states aloud.

"I know. He's really antsy to see Vivian. But, should we be concerned that she hasn't shown up too?" I ask.

"I'm not sure. It has been over two hours since we got here. And the humidity ain't doing us any good. If only we could get in that observatory to get cool, but it's locked. I'll go check and see if I can spot that guard. Maybe if Mervin ain't asking him questions every thirty seconds, he'll be more willing to talk, or at least give us the key. Stay in the shade. I'll be right back." Rebel then heads off in the direction the guard went.

I walk around a little bit more. My black shirt and shorts cling to me from the sweat. Wiping my brow, I stay in the shade and look at the title belt. It's quite beautiful in its own right. The middle piece is pure gold, shaped like a circle. Two smaller gold circles are positioned on either side of it. The words 'tri-sports champion' and 'OST LXII' are printed at the top of the middle piece. 'Allie the Bunny' has been placed right underneath. The belt itself is made of black stretchy wood, as they call it, with 6 holes at one end that clips to the other, so you can wrap it around someone's waist. It's pretty heavy, but I think I can handle it. Even Rosemary was impressed by the look of it. I wonder what she's up to now? They're making her run back and forth between areas, but she gets all her work done. It's amazing ho-

CRICK! Suddenly, the sound of twigs breaking comes from the forest. I freeze, looking at the sea of red and blue bushes.

"Hello?" I ask. "Is anyone there?" No answer. I look around, before making my way back to the flower gardens towards the middle of the area. The minute I do, I hear it again. CRICK! Swiftly turning around again, I still see no one. I walk, quicker than usual, towards the flowerbeds. Turning to check behind me, I walk right up to them, keeping vigilant. Light purple roses and orange sunflowers are all around. Just then, I hear a voice call out.

"Hey, you!" As I turn around, I see someone. Allysin Kay, this time decked in torn black jeans and a burgundy tank top. She scowls at me. Chelsea flanks behind her, in a simple white t-shirt and black pants. They both wear simple white shoes. Allysin walks right up to me. "What's this I hear that you'll be meeting with Vivian for more 'rewards'? You don't even deserve that belt on your shoulder! Chelsea's the better competitor, and if it hadn't been for that stupid hostess, she would have won." Chelsea looks at me, mouthing a silent apology.

"What is it your business? And why are you so mean all the time?" I ask, furrowing my brows in confusion.

"Simple: Chelsea deserves the belt, and all the rewards that come with it. She and I have been mistreated since we got here, and I don't like being mistreated."

"So, it's not okay for others to treat you badly, but you can do it to whoever you want? Why?"

"Because I can." she says simply.

"That's not a reason." I respond.

"Whatever. Just stay in your lane, why don't you."

"Hey, don't you be talking to my friend like that!" Rebel cuts in, coming to stand next to me.

"Who in the hell are you?" Allysin asks snarkily.

"I'm about to be your worst nightmare if ya don't back up off Allie, right now."

"Oh, I'm so scared! What are you going to do, blue hair, harass me with your horrible accent?" Allysin says, her voice laced with sarcasm, pretending to shiver. "Wait, I know who you are. You're that makeup girl, aren't you?"

"Aesthetician, thank you."

"Right, if I need someone to fix my eyeliner, I'll know who to call."

"There, that's exactly what I'm talking about. You know, being miserable and making everyone else feel like crap won't fix anything. I don't understand how you can be so mean after what that dickhead Alex did."

"What did you just say?!" Allysin yells, a look of shock on her face.

"I think what he and Miranda did to you and Chelsea was wrong. Horrible, actually. No one deserves to be treated the way you two were. But treating everyone else badly won't change that. Just because you are part Warlord, doesn't mean you-"

"How did you… You told her!" Allysin starts, before turning to Chelsea and screaming at her. Chelsea looks down, before looking back up again and nodding. "Why would you do that?"

"She didn't want to. I asked. It was after the tri-sports event. I was on my way back to my tent, when I overheard you two arguing. I saw Chelsea leave her tent and start to cry, so I went to see if she was okay." Allysin looks at me again, her blue eyes filled with fury.

"You, you were snooping on our business! What, so you could gossip about us with the assassin and Vivian!"

"No, I-" Slap! I feel the sting on my cheek as Allysin smacks me. I bring a hand to my face, as Rebel and Chelsea get in between us, pushing us away from each other.

"Don't you ever go snooping around our tent again! Stay out of our business!" Allysin gets out of Chelsea's grip and pushes Rebel out of the way.

"Hey! Stop! I never-" She cuts me off by trying to slap me again. I dodge it. She tries a third time. I block it and give her one of my own. SLAP! She holds her cheek, before growling and jumping me. I fall to the ground, dropping my title as my back slams against the dirt. Allysin throws punches, but I block most of them. I grab her arms, roll us around in the flowerbed, get on top and punch her back. I feel someone grab my arms and pull me off of her. I turn my head and see it's Rebel pulling me back. Allysin gets up and grabs for me, but I kick her away. She tries again, but Chelsea blocks her. Rebel lets go, but gets in front of me, watching Chelsea hold her back.

"Allysin stop!" she yells.

"I'll kill you, you bitch!" Allysin screams to me.

"What did I ever do to you!" I scream back.

"You don't deserve that title! Chelsea is the rightful winner!"

"Says the girl who had to bribe a judge to try to cheat her way to the top." Rebel responds.

"Shut up before I smack you too!"

"Try it! Ya'll be in for a rude surprise!"

"I'll tear that blue wig right off your head, you nose-powdering pig!"

"Oh hell nah! I'm not letting some skank call me that!" Rebel starts to walk forward, but I grab her arms to stop her.

"Skank?!"

"Look at yer hair!" Rebel remarks.

"You do kind of look like a she-skunk, with that white stripe." I tell her. "Why do you keep picking fights?"

"Stay out of our business!"

"I was just trying to be nice to Chelsea."

"I'll show you nice!" She pushes past Chelsea again. Chelsea grabs her shirt, but to no avail. Allysin walks right up to me and swings. I block it, and push her fist away.

"What is all this commotion!" Mervin yells, getting between the four of us. Allysin finally stops coming towards me. Still panting, she straightens her hair with her hands. Chelsea keeps her arms on her, as they both look at the advisor. Rebel and I look at him too. "Fighting in the flower fields? Have you all gone mad!"

"Allie doesn't deserve more titles!" Allysin says with venom, grabbing some broken flowers from her hair and throwing them down with force. "She doesn't even deserve that one. That was our only chance, and it's gone. Unrightfully taken from us." She points to the one a few feet away.

"Hey, I won that event fair and square!" I tell her.

"That's what you think."

"That's what I know." I say, using her own words against her. She glares at me again. "There are better ways to get what you want in this world, that doesn't involve insulting and attacking people."

"Even after you bribed a judge and Chelsea cheated multiple times, she still beat her." Rebel tells her.

"Do me a favor and shut up before I smack you."

"Enough! The lot of you! This is completely undignified!" He looks at the four of us, before continuing. "Despite my ostracization, I am still advisor of this Omni Sports Tournament. Must I recite the rules to you again, so the four of you understand that you must abide by them?"

"Oh no." I murmur.

"Please don't." Chelsea mutters

"For the love of-" Allysin says before being cut off.

"Article 6.1 of the Tournament guidelines specifically states that no fighting, among competitors, vendors, guests, or any combination of the three, is to take place beyond the Colosseum events that require it. This is beyond the walls of the Colosseum, therefore all of you are in the wrong! As advisor, I am ashamed of your behaviour."

"Oh boy." Allysin says sarcastically, rolling her eyes before dusting dirt off her chest.

"Furthermore, I feel it is my duty to point out that, according to Article 4.8 of the guidelines, a competitor mu-" Splat! Mervin suddenly stops speaking, gurgling replacing his words, as he grabs at his neck with one hand. He pulls his robe slightly down, revealing a puncture wound in the side of his neck, blood trickling from it. He falls to the ground, his blood soaking into his robe and leaking onto the dirt. His eyes are dark, and his body lays motionless before our feet. Oh my God! He's dead!

I feel something wet on my face. Bringing a hand to my cheek, I feel droplets on my skin. When I go to check, I see they're red. Blood. Mervin's blood. I look at Rebel, Allysin and Chelsea, the latter two both having blood on them. Rebel has fewer droplets on her than us, given she was behind me. The four of us haven't moved, shaken to our core. Chelsea spots something in the distance, before nudging Allysin to look too. Allysin stares in front of her. Her eyes widen, and I feel my head turn to check.

About 30 yards from us, Sergeant Keeril and the guards who escorted us earlier can be seen. Most have spears, but a few hold crossbows in hand as well. With their weapons drawn, they surround the area. The guards walk towards us, but they are not alone. Coming out of the sea of trees are a group of women. They all vary in sizes and hair colors, although most of them are brunettes. They wear black and white dresses, formal, almost as if they were going to a wedding. Some are short, with a skirt, while others flow behind them in a more traditional style. Their faces are covered in thick white face paint, with blackish red eyeshadow and lipstick. Wait, what? Just like in my dream! Their eyes are blank, as they slowly drag their feet around. I hear someone scream in an unknown language, as they move out of the way. Four new figures walk in front of them.

The figure on the right is a woman, 5 ft.5, with flowing black hair. She wears a mostly white dress, with black accents around the neck and arms. Her white face paint is contrasted by her deep black lips, and a red paint line goes from under her nose down to the middle of her neck. She carries a black club, slightly curved at its black-ball end, with a white handle. Next to her is another unknown person. This person is wearing black leggings, thigh-high boots and a black and red robe. I have to say that the person is kind of curvy, and with that attire, it could be a woman. The hood of the robe hides their face from view, and they seem to be fiddling with something in their hands. They trail behind the other two figures. When I see them, I feel my blood run cold and my breath catch in my throat.

The middle figure is a woman. About 5 ft.6, wearing a wedding dress, stained pink and red with blood. She has black boots that go up to her knees, with thick red ribbons wrapped all around them. On her head is a bloody veil that looks like red hair, and what seems to be a crown of thorns on top of it. On her left hip is a black sheath, and a katana sword handle, red velvet with blue trimmings, sticks out. Her face also has thick white face paint, blackish-red eyeshadow and lipstick. Each side of her mouth has dark sharp lines pointing away from her lips. The left figure is a bald man with a dark brown pointed beard. He wears a red jacket, pants, and a red and black clerical collar shirt. He has black dress shoes, and holds a black cane, with a curved silver wolf head at the top. It glows green and is pointed in front of him. Eyebrows in the shape of devil horns, he has a smirk on his face, his eyes pointed in my direction. Dear God, no…

To be continued!

Author's Note: Hey everyone. Hope you're doing well. And holy smokes, this are looking bad! First the attack on the guards, and now Allie is in imminent danger! What will happen when the ones Allie and Rosemary have been running from suddenly reappear before them? Do the authorities know who's here? Where is Rosemary? Find out next time. Remember to follow and favorite if you enjoyed, and feel free to review. It's always appreciated. And enjoy your day!