Zadison one shots

Magic and Manipulation

"I was being mind controlled and now you're dying in my arms but you say it's not my fault."

It was the final showdown, the one both sides had been anticipating and preparing for for many many months, the Antichrist VS. the Coven. Zoe felt an intense feeling of dread wash over her lanky body as she faced off against her former lover, Madison, who stood proudly at Michael's side as she stared at her fellow witches with pure hate in her eyes. Zoe knew that the girl she loved was still buried inside of that cold interior, and she was going to bring that side out, even if it killed her.

"We've been preparing for this for a long while, so I hope you all are ready for what will be the hardest battle any of us ever have to face." Cordelia said softly, sharing glances with Mallory, Coco, Myrtle, and Queenie, who were all crowded so tightly around her that it was hard for her to breathe. She stepped back a tiny bit and she locked eyes with the blonde, whose face remained stoic, but something flashed in her green eyes briefly before they went cold again. She ducked her head to stare down at her shoes as she partially listened in on the mini speech her Supreme was giving to them. She didn't care about any of it though, she only cared about getting Madison back because she was the most important thing in the world to her and she was sure that would never change no matter what horrid things she did while under the control of the sadistic teenage boy, who gave her a wicked smirk before leaning towards the smaller blonde to whisper something she couldn't hear in her ear.

"Zoe? You with us?" She felt a feathery touch on her arm and she nearly jerked back at the contact, only to discover that it was merely one of their newer witches Mallory, who gave her a small smile before removing her hand from her slightly shaking forearm and turning her attention back to her sister witches, who thankfully didn't notice the exchange between the two teenage witches.

"Are you done with your bullshit? We have a war to win, bitches." The familiar voice she had heard so many times throughout her life sliced through the air and she avoided looking at her, knowing she would only lose concentration if she let herself get distracted by her former girlfriend.

"Okay." Was all the middle aged woman replied before all hell broke loose. Before any of them could realize it, Michael was standing inches from her, and he wrapped his hand tightly around her throat, tossing her roughly against one of the columns on the opposite side of the room. The wind was knocked out of her lungs as she made contact with the solid stone and ringing filled her ears as she laid there, trying to remain conscious through the pain. She felt a presence near her, but she couldn't move her head to identify them, so she laid there, praying that someone would save her. She felt an awful burn in her stomach and she moved her head enough to see the handle of the blade sticking from her fabric clad stomach. Green eyes locked with hazel ones, but the look remained the same. Madison still had her fingers wrapped firmly around the handle and she wedged it a little deeper into her body, which forced a sob of pain to burst from her parted lips.

"I like it when you scream, I love it." She said robotically, the whiteness of her teeth beginning to hurt her head. She turned her head and looked to the left of her, and she could barely see Coco's life being taken from her by one of the male's servants. She felt tears begin to wet her cheeks as she watched her fellow witches die in front of her, that is, until Cordelia began muttering words under her breath, and suddenly, he was gone. She collapsed to the floor in a heap, but she was powerless as she felt hands moving her into their arms, and she looked up through lidded eyes to see Madison's face, her Madison at last.

"Zoe I- I'm so sorry-" She sobbed, holding her body as gently as possible without disrupting the wound even more. She wanted to speak, but the blood was blocking her airway, so she just shook her head furiously, a blood stained hand reaching up to cup her cheek in her hand.