[b]Title:[/b] Ignis' Demise

[b]Characters:[/b] Ignis Fatuus and Audrey M. Jones, with Kalas and Jack Skellington at the end.

[b]Summary:[/b] Ignis finally gets what's coming for him. This scrap was written by Gregzilla; editted and put up by me.


Darkness. Darkness and pain. That was all that came to the perceptions of Ignis Fatuus. Well, that and a somewhat slippery, firm floor. He stood, wondering where he was as his mismatched eyes opened. Then it came to him again.

Audrey. Audrey Marianna Jones had been fighting him, fighting to free his precious crow. There was pain in the back of his head at one point, and then....nothing.

Rage boiled in his blood. "Audrey, where are you?" No response in the darkness. He felt for a wall, and touched it, allowing him to gain his balance better. [i]"Audrey!"[/i]

"Shut up." The female voice made him turn. There she was, in her blue and black clothing and short brown hair, eyes burning into him. "You caused so much pain. You deserve every second of what I'm gonna do to you."

The illusionist scowled, and a spear wrought of black flames was in his right hand in an instant. The surroundings were lit up, but he paid them no mind. The reflected flames were nothing to think of with her there. He threw the weapon as hard as he could, aiming right for her abdomen.

The blazing weapon seared the air between them, going right for her, and its mark. Finally, she was a non-issue.

Or not. On contact, the former aeromancer ceased to exist. There was no flash, nothing. The spear just kept moving, and hit a wall, the young woman no longer there.

That wasn't to say that her voice was not there any longer. It still spoke as if from nothing, near him. Again, it was just out of sight, until he turned to her on his right. "My brother. He'll be happy about what happens to you."

"Explain yourself!"

"I don't think I need to. Nor any need to explain a thing anymore. Don't even think about seeing Kalas. You'll never hurt him ever again."

"As if you have any say in the matter!"

This time, she went on as if he had not spoken at all. "And for Sorin. My Sorin. You'll never touch him ever again, in life or death. You deserve this, you sick bastard."

It was then that Fatuus decided to use his other skill, aside from his dark pyromancy. He raised a hand to his hair over his red eye, moving the bangs to the side and staring into her eyes. Make her feel untold pain, see horrible nightmares the likes of which she could scarcely even imagine. The eye flashed.

And he screamed, falling to the ground. The hands, grabbing at him, pulling from all sides. "Stop it, stop!" She wasn't there anymore.

"No." Only then did it register.

Mirrors. Countless mirrors reaching off endlessly in all directions. Floors, ceilings, walls. Impossible geometry used to amplify every image, enhance him again and again. "How are you doing this? [i]How?!"[/i] The terror gripped him as the illusory limbs did, even as he curls his legs inward. He was too scared to keep his eyes open, yet terrified to close them.

"You gave us all so many nightmares. Now I will be here with you, yet not. Fight me all you want, monster. Try to kill me, to take me like you try to take so many others. It won't ever work. I'll be here, telling you all of this. Forever."

"Please, I'll do anything. Just make it stop."

Silence. Nothing but the terror, the pain and the silence.

[i]"MAKE IT STOP!"[/i]

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Kalas looked down at the comatose form of Ignis Fatuus, the bloody rock still next to his head from the bashing. Jack Skellington was beside him, seeming a little disgusted with what was happening, no matter who it was to.

Audrey stood up, the pink lights no longer coming from her body into the ex-counterpart's. She was expressionless as she walked away.

The Pumpkin King looked to her retreating form. "Don't you think that was cold?"

The Dream Mage didn't look back. "Tell it to someone who cares. If you can find someone else."

Kalas raised his sword, still fixing his shirt. He could kill this immoral creature here and now. But he lowered it. Death would be too easy. Instead, he also walked away.

Jack sighed, also moving away from the ex-counterpart of Stephan Shepherds.

He was no longer a problem to anyone ever again.