Wizard's Wish - (Kinda) Yandere SGE x reader

Chapter 74: The Meaning of Evil

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With the light of the black fairies and flaming arrows illuminating their path, Y/n and Agatha launched after Sophie, who was sprinting eastward towards the edge of the Stymph Forest. Sophie had a good thirty-yard lead on her, but the farther she ran, the more the lights receded from the Good-Evil war, and soon Sophie was stumbling through the dark in her black-leather catsuit, trying to find her way out of the Woods.

"Wait!" Y/n shouted, unable to see her anymore. If she lost Sophie here, she'd never find her before the sun set.
"Sophie–"
A pink blast of light blazed towards them and Agatha dove just in time. They looked up to see Sophie racing ahead.
"Where is she going?" Y/n questioned, helping Agatha up on her feet again, holding out her finger like a lantern.
"She's going to school," Agatha said, looking behind Y/n.
Y/n turned around and squinted, and then she saw it, through skeletal branches overhead... the outlines of the two school castles.
"Oh no..." Y/n said. Sophie was Queen of Evil. She could open and close the school gates now, like any of the teachers. Which meant if Sophie crossed before Y/n and Agatha caught her, she'd slam the gates shut.

Y/n and Agatha exploded forward, trying to make up ground, as the three of them broke out of the Woods and into a grove of purple, giant-thorned trees separating the Stymph Forest from the School for Good and Evil. The lethal-sharp thorns stirred languidly, as if woken from a deep sleep, and Y/n knew she only had seconds before they spotted her and Agatha. Ahead, Sophie was nearing the school gates, but Y/n couldn't see her anymore as deadly thorns started stabbing down in front of her like falling stalactites.
"Sophie!"

Y/n and Agatha hurdled and dodged thorns, feeling the ground caving in as more and more thorns smashed holes around them. A thorn sliced Y/n from the left and she slid beneath it, only to have one gash her arms from the right; Y/n bit back the pain and fumbled forward, Agatha seeing just as defeated as her legs were both bleeding, both of their eyes locked on Sophie, who looked back at Y/n. Seeming to think about saving her for at least a moment. Until the blond realized Y/n was immortal anyway with their rings and any injuries would surely heal. And so the gates opened for her and started slatting shut the second she surged through. Y/n and Agatha skidded towards them, still ten yards away, knowing they weren't going to make it. The gates was closing too fast–
Y/n glanced back and saw another thorn lashing down like a wave, about to impale them against the closing gates–
Only one play to make.

With a gasp, Y/n gripped Agatha's hand and turned towards the thorn. Just as it hit her heart, she skirted its edge and leapt onto its side, like a hapless Tarzan, as the thorn reared up in surprise over the school gates. Y/n clung to Agatha and the leathery purple thorn stem for dear life, swinging her legs through the air as she glanced down at the knife-edged gate spikes beneath her. The thorn coiled and flapped higher, about to shake them off. This was her last chance–
Y/n dug her nails into the stem, kicked her legs for momentum and flung herself and Agatha off the thorn, over the gates, and shielded the others head before she landed hard on her tailbone in a pine shrub. Any joy at getting over was scrubbed out by her throbbing backside. Agatha looked back outside the gate, like it had all happened so fast she could barely register it. Y/n lumbered to her feet to chase Sophie once more–

Y/n froze.
Sophie glared back at them from the shores of Halfway Bay. Before Y/n could move, a pink spell slammed into her and Agatha, flattening both to the ground.
The shock of being attacked with a stun spell by her crush and best friend gave her an onslaught of pain. It was as if she'd been stomped on by an elephant or bashed in the chest by a streaking comet. For a second she forgot who and where she was. All she could think about was air and finding a way to get inside of her, but her lungs still seemed empty, like any air she inhaled was fake. She tried to breath through her mouth and her ears started to ringing, in a tone quite pleasant but still unnerving. Everything felt like faith echoes, and she felt so tired. Like this state was so peaceful that she should give everything up now and just go to bed.