Purple Silence || Book 3 of Red Whispers || W.M. x Reader

Chapter 6 || I Can't Feel You

*Play the song at your own expense :) *

Your POV

"Ahhh! Ahh!"

I snap my head when I hear Wanda's cries in my head.

Something's wrong.

"Did you hear that?" Other me asks and I turn to her, "You can hear her too?"

"We're connected, of course I can hear her. Something's wrong. We gotta find her."

Watching in amusement as my Wanda-made me walks forward, I cross my arms over my chest, waiting. She walks into a purple forcefield again and stumbles back, scrunching her face in annoyed confusion. Jesus, am I really this stupid?

"Good work, detective. Did you forget that we can't get into town?" The corners of my lip curls up into a cocky smirk as the other me grunts, balling her fists up in annoyance.

Well isn't this fun.

"Well we have to do something! My wife is in pain!" Other me cries, continuing to try and push through, but the forcefield is too strong. The word "wife" makes me stiffen, gulping as I look at her. She's been living as Wanda's wife. Glancing down, I see a wedding band around her finger, only causing my cheeks to burn red.

It's ridiculous but the idea of being married to Wanda just makes me feel so...giddy, almost. And the fact that she created a world where we are a married couple with kids? She saw all that with me. Her love for me could move mountains. That is why it's my turn.

My love for her destroyed me when she was gone, and it's been doing the same to her. She hasn't killed people but she is torturing them, making them wish they were just dead instead of living in these mental prisons they've been in.

"You're right. We do have to do something. Hold my hand," I reach out to her, she just frowns, staring down at the gesture.

"I know we are obsessed with ourselves and everything but actually doing myself in that way was never on my bucket list."

"Just take my hand, idiot."

Wanda POV

What the hell is Agnes-er...Agatha, talking about?

Runes? Spells? Chanting in latin? I've never...she keeps asking me how I did all this but I have no idea. I don't remember. I just remember the emotion.

Empty. Alone.

Endless nothingness as Agatha so kindly put.

I have no control here. Under her runes my powers are nothing. There's no way I can escape without her killing me or my children first.

With the door she has before us, I recognize it instantly. My body freezes up in shock mixed with fear. She used my memories to create this? I haven't seen that door since I was a kid...

Sokovia.

Home.

"All right, let's go." She says as she drops me carelessly from her magical hold. I fall to the ground in a clutter, grunting when I connect. I look up at her, nearly growling, "No."

"Oh, I'm sorry. Did you forget who's got your children stashed away in her bewitched basement?"

After that I hear Billy and Tommy crying out for me.

"Mom, Mom! Help, please. Mom!"

"Mom, help us!"

My heart rate picks up, eyes welling with tears as I hear their terrified voices crying out to me. My breathing quickens, shortening as I pull myself to my feat, giving into her little game.