The Silent King (Au)

Singing a Cursed Lullaby

Macaque heaved, yelling out, "She got him!"

MK froze, stiffly turning around. Anger bubbled up inside of him, threatening to spill over in a volatile explosion. "She did what. She. Did. What." Macaque continued to pant, panicking as the sky darkened. Red Son's hair flared up in fear, "She found us!"

Ice erupted around them, encircling them.

Macaque swallowed roughly, "MK, where are the others?" The hero glared up at the sky, "They're at the mountain peak. We were going to reunite and plan our attack." The shadow user nodded, "Smart. That's good, MK, you need to take Mei and Red--"

A sudden crash sent debris flying as a figure emerged.

Wukong, tinted with blue. Wukong, with silver and blue armor symbolizing who he was fighting for. Wukong, with blue markings and pale eyes looking out in an unfocused haze. Wukong, opening his mouth and letting out a cracked voice.

"Surrender, Monkie Kid. And perhaps I may spare you." MK's eyes widened, staring intensely at the possessed king. His voice was rough and forced. It grated through the air in uneven tones, and blood dribbled down his chapped lips.

"You're hurting him." Magic vibrated underneath MK's skin. "You're hurting him."

Wukong's head tilted, "It is for a better world. Don't you want a world devoid of suffering? Of injustice?" His arms swayed as he flew forward, sending Macaque flying. The shadow user melted into the darkness before he could land roughly, flying through the shadows as he carefully moved the others back.

MK stomped his foot, screeching, "I'm going to destroy you! Stupid witch! You can't even fight for yourself, you--" Cold hands grabbed him roughly, "Seize your idle threats, boy." Wukong threw him, nearly sending him down the cliff. Macaque lurched forward, aiming for the young hero, but Wukong once again grabbed him.

Macaque screeched as claws dug into his arms, he retaliated with a punch to the face, sending the possessed king reeling. Wukong bloody lips parted in surprise, "Oh, so you aren't above hurting him." Mei yelped, "Stop it! I'll go, just don't hurt them!" Wukong turned to look at her, walking slowly over to her after casually dropping Macaque like a stone. He ignored Red Son, watching as ice surrounded the dragon girl.

She inhaled deeply, giving her friends a soft smile as ice encased her.

--

Red helped MK, pulling him up the cliffside.

"Fuck! She has Wukong, and now they took Mei!" Red Son sighed, "We need a plan, Noodle Boy." Macaque heaved, dumping himself from out of the shadows. "Fuck, we need to regroup." Red Son sighed, "Please seize your panic for now--" MK huffed in disbelief, "Don't tell him to calm down!"

The boy paced uselessly, "We need to regroup, and stop her. She's hurting him." MK was beyond aggravated. Wukong was actually speaking, and it wasn't even truly him! He'd spoken when he'd had amnesia, but his memories were set during his recession into mutism. And it was one word, not grilling sentences that caused warm crimson to leak from his mouth.

Macaque sighed, "We need a way to defeat that damn witch, okay? We just... Red Son's right. We can't panic, not now. He needs us, okay? So we need to calm down. Understood?"

MK nodded slowly, "I think... I have an idea."

--

Wukong coughed, watching the monochromatic liquid fall from his lips and into the abyss below him.

Wukong swallowed roughly, twisting his strung-up body to face the screen once more. Well, he called it a screen. A chuckle rang out, startling him.

"Hoping to see your little successor win?"