The White Phoenix 12: A Doctor Strange in the Multiverse of Madness Fanfiction

Chapter 4: The Scarlet Witch vs the White Phoenix

She stopped in her tracks and turned. Balls of white magic were ignited in my hands, and my wings were out, the metal shining in what little of the afternoon light was left. I removed my Asgardian katana and ran my hand over it, lighting it with my pyrokinesis and my light magic, making the blade swirl with white and gold energy, flames flickering in it every so often. 

'You have gone too far this time, sister! I will not allow you to take that child's life.' 

'You're a fool to think you can stop me,' she exclaimed, her fingers lighting up with her crimson red chaos magic. 

'No, I'm not. This is madness, and I will stand for it no longer. Please - cease and desist, before you force my hand.' 

'Then I'll take my chances... sister.' She stood in a defensive position, and I let out a yell and we charged each other, the both of us fighting with our magic. She soon gained the upper hand, as I was significantly inexperienced with my newfound magic, and slammed me into a wall, using some chains lying around to strangle me with her telekinesis. I managed to break the chains and fell from the wall, rolling to my feet. But she overpowered me again and sent a blast of her magic at my chest. I slammed into a pillar, and crumpled to the ground, knocked unconscious. Wanda stood, closing her eyes, and opened them seconds later to see Stephen standing there. 

'You want the girl, you're gonna have to go through me,' he said. 

'Fine.' She stepped into the building, and her feet landed on a tile, which began to spin. The room did too, and Stephen vanished. She looked around as the room began to move and change, the tiles on the wall and floor moving like gears in a machine. She walked forward to see mirrors, and her own reflection in them, clear as day. The more she looked, it was like a hall of mirrors. Throwing her hand up, the mirrors sent large shards like massive knives of glass against her, effectively trapping her. She sent a blast of her magic, but all it did was fruitlessly bounce against the glass spikes. She crouched to protect herself, staring at the reflections. Putting her hand forward to a small pane of clear glass, her hand went straight through as if she was dipping it in water. 

Elsewhere, Stephen and I came into one of the main rooms in the sanctuary of Kamar-Taj where they were holding America Chavez safe in the room. 

'We gotta get you out of here, now,' Stephen said. 

'Why? What's happened?' she asked worriedly. 

'Kamar-Taj has fallen,' Wong said gravely. Stephen attempted to create a portal with his sling ring but was fruitless. Just then, one door shut, and then another. We were trapped. Two of the guards in the room were suddenly sucked through puddles of water without even so much as a terrified scream. 

'Reflections,' I said slowly. 'She's using the reflections. Cover them!' We rushed around the room in a panic, throwing blankets and whatever else we could find over the puddles of water and the mirrors in the room. America ran, throwing a blanket on one of the puddles, then looked in another. She screamed in terror and jumped back, seeing the eye of the Scarlet Witch appear in the puddle of water. Then an arm coated in the red of a very familiar suit burst through a large gong behind her, and she screamed and barrelled straight into me. I grabbed her, putting her behind me for protection, pulling out my sword and doing the same thing to the metal that I'd done moments earlier to light the sword in flame. The Scarlet Witch crawled out of the gong onto the floor like some visage of a nightmare out of a horror movie. She stood, cracking her body back into place, the red that had been filling her face and body like a zombie closing up, revealing her real face. 

'You gave all those lives just to keep me from my children,' she growled, walking towards us with all the grace of a queen - and the power of an unhinged witch. 

'You took those lives,' Stephen shot back. 'You cannot be allowed to cross into the multiverse.' 

'I'm not a monster, Stephen,' she said, finally stopping to look at the four of us. 'I'm a mother.' 

'Wanda, you have no children,' he replied. 'They don't exist.' 

'Oh, but they do. In every other universe. I know they do. Because I dream of them... every night.' Moving her hands, she manifested the Darkhold, opening up the book and revealing strings of chaos magic from it, and in small bubbles, we saw two boys playing, laughing, and having a life. 'Of my boys. Of our life together. Every night, the same dream. Every morning, the same... nightmare.' 

'What happens if you reach them?' I asked. 'What happens to the other you? What happens to their mother?' She said nothing, and I noticed the change in her face. Wong looked at Stephen, and suddenly, he threw out his hand, and several snake-like beings came before it, screeching and screaming with an inhuman sound. She sliced the heads off of them, but still more came, writhing like large, angry snakes. With a large burst of her magic, she dissolved the snake-like illusion entirely and began to slowly levitate in the air. She threw Stephen into a wall, and he was knocked to the ground. Then America was wrapped in chaos magic and slowly raised off of the ground. The girl screamed. I tried to throw my sword at her, but she directed it back to me, and the blade grazed my side. 

Then she threw me into a wall, and I fell unconscious next to Stephen. Finally, Wong tried to stop her with magic ropes but was overpowered. America tried to struggle, but couldn't fight her power being sucked out of her. Stephen and I sat up, just in time to see a star-shaped portal form. Just like in the dream, I thought. We ran to the portal and before Wanda could stop us, we had flown through the portal.