Maximoff Anomalies

Billy VI

Charlie might have fallen asleep, but he woke up when Agatha screamed. "Bye-bye spell," Charlie whispered, a grin on his face. He wiped his face on his shoulder and the side of the tape that had peeled off stuck to his face again.

The sound of a door opening and shutting thudded, followed by loud cries of anger. Okay, Agatha probably has no idea he is here. Charlie began thumping his arm into the door, being as loud as possible. Eventually, footsteps came towards the door, and Charlie moved away as it opened, revealing Agatha, wearing nothing but a robe and holding a wooden spoon in her hand.

Agatha relaxed. "So that arrest was maybe more of a kidnapping," she shrugged before her face turned stony. "But if you're real and not a figment of my imprisoned mind, then that means-"

The front door exploded inward, and Agatha was thrown back by the force, hitting the wall. A woman waltzed in, before fighting Agatha. 

Mystery woman floated over to Agatha, launching towards her where Charlie couldn't see them.

He didn't need to be able to see to know the amount of sexual tension between those two. Like seriously, the flirting between the women was disgusting. From the tone, the two were jilted exes or something. He got that from the first two sentences alone ("I missed you" "I hate you"). 

"How long has it been, Agatha?" Mystery woman drawled.

"Not sure," Agatha grunted. So clearly she wasn't winning.

"Since you acquired the Darkhold, you hid behind all that dark power. But then you lost it. And now," there was the sound of flesh cutting, and Charlie winced. "-touch. You're vulnerable."

Agatha chuckled. "Only physically."

There was the sound of something slamming into the wall, before choking sounds, and Agatha appeared, being thrown into cabinets. She was bleeding from her chest. A blade launched towards her head, and Agatha raised a metal tray as a shield, bouncing the blade off and making it land in between them. Both witches lunged for the blade, the mystery woman grabbing it by the hilt, while Agatha clutched the blade end.

"Do you remember pain?" the mystery woman smirked. "kinda tickles, doesn't it?"

Agatha let go and used her other hand to smack the mystery woman to the ground. "Coochie coochie coo," she retorted.

The mystery women tried to slash Agatha with the blade repeatedly before Agatha tackled her to the ground, holding the other witch with one hand on her throat, the other hand keeping the hand with the blade pinned. 

"You can't kill me," the mystery woman chuckled.

"You can't kill me," Agatha replied. "it's not allowed."

The mystery woman shoved Agatha back, and levitated to a standing position. She threw her hands out and Agatha flew back into a cabinet. "Maybe I can't kill you, but I can make you wish you were dead," the mystery woman said, picking up her blade.

"Wait wait wait," Agatha interrupted. "This isn't what you want. Me without power." Agatha laughed as she got to her feet. "This is undignified. Don't you want me at my best? Admit it. You prefer me-"

"Horizontal?" There was a definite pause before the ex added, "In a grave?"

"Formidable," Agatha finished.

"So take my power," the other witch shrugged.

"That's cute. But you know that would kill me. Just let me get my purple back and then come find me," Agatha suggested.

"I am not the only one that wants to see you dead," Agatha's ex scoffed. "wants to see you burn. Or hang. or drowned."

"There are no new options?" Agatha tutted. Charlie saw her point, although his generation was more focused on coming up with insults, slurs, and joking about death than ways to kill people.