Bad Ending (for La Fay)

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“Snow White still lives; the fairest in the land.

‘Tis the heart of a pig you hold in your hand.”

The Wicked Queen’s brow furled. Her lips quivered, furiously. Gazing upon the bloodied organ sat in the brown, decadent box the hunter had delivered to her, the unsightly truth revealed itself.

“...then, I’ve been TRICKED.” The Queen growled, an irate rage evident in her tone. She looked up, with eyes of fire, to the pale, expressionless face reflected in the magic mirror. One that stared back, almost teasingly, as it refused her the title of “Fairest in the Land” yet again, instead bestowing that title upon her filthy step-daughter, Snow White. The box dropped from her hands onto the floor, as her fists balled up, turning white with tension.

“I should have never trusted that crook. I should have known! But if he won’t have the girlie took, I’ll do it on my own!” She threatened, storming out of the room in a frenzied rage. Down the many winding steps of her tower, the Queen arrived in her cellar, where a hefty book of spells awaited her. She tore through the pages, looking for any recipies or disguises that could aid her quest.

But it was a fruitless venture. If she were to concoct a potion, she’d be doing so at the expense of her own health. Too many hours passed, trying to find the right spell, or recipe, that could transform her demeanor into one unrecognizable without long-lasting side effects.

None came. Cursing her own luck, the Queen cast her useless textbook off, and into an open fireplace, burning the spells into history, as punishment for their lacking servitude. The raven, who sat by her side, recoiled back, and across the room, at her fit of anger, the smoke billowing from the fireplace warding him away.

Curious, though, the bird watched as the Queen shook her head, clearly bent on one last idea, and took back up the winding, stone staircase, reapproaching her magic mirror.

After a long-winded resummoning, fire reflected off the mirror’s surface, and the white face reappeared. “What must thou know, my queen?”

“Magic Mirror, heed my plans…” The Queen opened, one hand crossing her chest as the other gestured forward. “Is there not one faithful hunter in this land?”

The face in the mirror scrunched up, reflexively, as if it wasn’t wanting to answer. After an uncharacteristic pause, it hesitantly muttered, “...no hunter in this land can be trusted.”

The Queen’s eyes narrowed, unconvinced. The face perked back up. “A hunter, nay… whom you seek is a huntress.”

The Queen’s shoulders bent back. Her eyes stayed as cut down as ever. She didn’t even think to hire a huntress, in fact, she didn’t even know such a thing existed in her kingdom. But she was past the point of caring for petty details; If she can carry out the job, then the Queen did not care of her character.

“...very well. Bring her to me.” The Queen beckoned. Turning back, the Queen waved a hand, and her raven flew off and out of the castle, carrying the message.

[La Fay]

In the infinite empty swirling mass that was the dimension between the dimensions floated a large craft of sorts, which seemed to be just idling in the vast space of empty dimension.

On the control deck of the craft was its single occupant, sat behind the main controls with her boots up on the edge of the console.

The young woman who looked to be in her late teens or early twenties, sported a lean figure that was evident by the tight clothing she wore, the green long leg pants that went below the heavy set, military styled, grey boots that went up to just below her knees, with her right one having a metal cap over her knee and a twelve inch combat blade in a sheath on its side.

She wore a jacket which was a lighter shade of green than her pants but had metal guards on her upper arms and forearms, and over her right arm was what looked to be a highly advanced piece of technical equipment in the form of a wristband with three touchscreens.

Under her jacket, she wore only a short cut top that showed a fair amount of her modest cleavage as well as her tones stomach.

Her hair was a mess, just long enough to touch her shoulders and mostly black, with neon blue streaks running through it along with a pair of technical looking goggles that were being used as a headband, the eyes of which were giving off a matching neon blue light.

This young woman’s name was Katlina Avery, or as those in her profession or in need of her know her better as “the Huntress”. She was a professional interdimensional bounty hunter who, by the age of just twenty-two had a reputation for being the best at doing what she did.

She had amassed her own little fortune over the four years she had been in business with her tech to aid her, she could actually retire whenever she wanted to settle down in any dimension, but she enjoyed the job and all its perks.

Currently, she was on looking through the recent bounties for her next hunt but nothing was catching her eye, all too small for her taste, when the sound of tapping caught her attention and she looked to the source and blinked in confusion for several seconds.

Outside of the craft on the window was a raven with a letter in its talons, pecking at the window to be let in.

Katlina blinked several time in completely disbelieve at what she was seeing, how was the thing breathing out there, there was no air outside of her craft.

Blinking away her confusion she frowned before sitting up and tapped several buttons on the console in front of her and watch as the raven disappeared in a flash and then the next second reappear inside the craft next to her.
The bird gave an indignant squawk as it dropped the letter it was holding which Katlina caught with her quick reflexes and with a flash of motion she cut the letter open with her combat knife before sheathing it in the same second.

She took out the parchment and read over the contents and her frown turned to a look of shock.
Now one thing that not many knew about the Huntress, was the fact that she grew up watching all the Disney Princess movies, and she never liked them, the fact that many of them had weak-willed girls in them along with the fact that the pussy princes always got the princess. Plus many of the newer princesses were mainly huge spoiled brats that needed a firm hand, which she bet none of those princes could give them.

Katlina knew, of course, the dimensions of the princesses could be travelled to, and this raven had obviously come from the world where the Snow White tale was being told, normally she wouldn’t dream about taking such a request. She hunted bounties not princesses after all, but there was nothing else that caught her eye on the listings, so shrugging her shoulders she stood up and pulled her goggles down over her eyes and tapped another screen on her wrist and several taps later the screen flashed and the air began to swirl several feet away from her and she stepped forward and into the swirling vortex and disappeared.

With a caw, the raven followed after her just as the vortex closed.

Black and purple drapes dragged across the floor as the Wicked Queen left her mirror to its business. She had no concerns of how the crow would direct her message to it’s mystery recipient; magic worked in ways she didn’t bother trying to understand. For now, all that could be done is wait patiently for her hired hit-woman’s response, and in the meantime, she’d busy herself making back-up plans.

Thrusting open the doors to her very own throne room, the wicked woman paced down the carpeted halls, illuminated by very little light. An ominous shadow led up to her peacock-themed throne, golden and silver, yet lacking it’s materials glow or warmth. The wicked Queen took her position in the weighted chair, leaning on one hand thoughtfully as she waited.

Just one look at the tyrant was enough to tell of her royalty; the outrageous collar, the masterfully precise make-up, the golden sceptre that sat comfortably atop a purple cushion. Many devious thoughts and ideas sat atop her menacing expression, as she thought of ways to off her step-daughter. Just like her father.

Such thoughts were interrupted by a large flash of light, one that lit up the hallways around her and caught the Queen off-guard. “Agh!” Her hands covered her face to block out the brightness, as a strange droning noise emitted from beyond the source. Peeking down just barely, she found some form of magic she had never seen before.

It was like looking at a tear in fabric. But instead of being ripped into clothe, it was like a hole in thin air itself; The inside reflected a dark and ominous void. And from this void, stepped a strangely-dressed woman, with even more questionable hair.

Following her came the Queen’s faithful avian friend, which swooped above the surprise visitor and made itself at home atop her chair’s arm-rest.

Seeing the new-comer, the Queen lowered her defense, and squinted, condescendingly. “Delightful light show.” She murmured, having dwindled enough in magic to not be easily phazed. It was this woman’s strange clothing that bothered her most of all. “If I may harbor a guess, you aren’t from around here.”

Pleasantries were the last thing on an impatient Queen’s mind. She didn’t await an answer. “Spare me your name, or origin. I have a job for you.”

[La Fay]

Katlina stepped through her dimensional vortex and onto the stone floor of the dark candlelit throne room. She didn’t bother looking around she knew the evil bitch of a queen wouldn’t have any taste if her throne was any example, over the top and unnecessary just like the woman herself.

As the queen spoke to her, though it couldn’t be seen under her goggles, Katlina rolled her eyes at the disrespect at the woman’s tone. Here was a bitch that just needed to die.

“That fact was made clear by your messenger,” Katlina stated plainly her tone hard as she looked at the woman on the thrown, “but before I hear it let me make one thing clear.” She said as she flexed her wrist with the wristband triggering one of the features on it as the screen lit up and filled the room with a flash, which when faded revealed everything in the room was still as if time had stopped, which was what had happened.

Katlina then casually took the knife from her boot and walked up and stood next to the queen who was still on her thrown frozen in time, Katlina just smiled as she took up a spot to her left and placed the sharp edge of the knife to the evil queen’s throat. Hey, when you want to make an intimidating introduction go big or go home.

And with a second flex of her wrist and another flash time resume and Katlina pressed the knife to her throat making the woman stiffen.

“I am not one for taking such disrespect likely,” Katlina spoke her voice cold as ice, “speak to me in such a manner again and it will be the last thing you ever do. I have no qualms about committing Regicide, a trait I know we both share.” She said in a clearly knowing tone.

The old crone turned a crooked eye to her newcomer assistant. Hitmen were always the feisty type, she had expected lip. No matter. If she didn’t care for them, she’d have them killed after completing their mission - a financial gain, at any rate.

The huntress’s opening request was met by a disinterested stare, and a slight turn of the wrist, to acknowledge her right to speak. Something the Queen was more than willing to revoke, once business was discussed, but for now, she’d play devil's advocate. What this woman thought she could get away with now would cost her later, but there would have to be an uneasy peace if it meant meeting her goal. Only her step-daughter’s extermination was enough to coerce the arrogant queen to meet her half-way.

With a blink of an eye, and what felt like no time at all, the Queen was caught off-guard as her assistant disappeared from behind her, an uncomfortable steel rod now pressed against her neck, threateningly. Her eyes widened. Tilting her head gently to the side, she listened to the oncoming threats with distracted ears. Her breathing turned funny, as her heart raced with fright.

It calmed soon after. Once her emotions collected, the Queen huffed. “Killing me would do you as much good as doing so to you would do for me. Let this be our meeting point.” She spat back, with a forked tongue. “A good assassin would know that a simple search would at least find you a price for my head.”

The slightest twitch of an eye betrayed her confidence. “Are you ready to speak, professionally, then?”

[La Fay]

Katlina let out a low chuckle as she heard the queen finish and with another flash, she appeared back where she had once been her knife back in its sheet as she kept her eyes on the queen and a smirk on her face.

“A good price for your head you say,” Katlina stated in amusement, “don’t insult my worth. All the combined coin that is offered for your head wouldn’t even come close to paying a tenth of the price that I would charge for my services for such a simple task as it would be.” She stated with plain amusement, “The simple fact is as you say. You simply aren’t worth the short time it would take for me to end your life.” She grinned knowing her words were no doubt pissing the bitch off but that nothing the queen could do would ever hope to touch her.

“Now that we’ve established that simple fact.” She said as she flexed her wrist again only this time in a different way activating another pre-set command as a large comfortable chair appeared behind her as she sat down on it, “we can talk business.”

As she watched the Queen’s response inside her head Katlina was laughing her head off, she had never liked this woman in the movie and to be honest she easily could have killed her but she was just having too much fun messing with her. She wanted to see just how much pressure it would take to make this woman snap and try something, though she suspected after her little demonstration that she would be reluctant to do so, but that only made the task more fun.

The Queen’s finicky temper raised with every petty insult, but she kept herself seated, an unblinking stare judging the assassin as she circled around her booth. Already, she was beginning to have second thoughts. But with the spell-book burned, and all other huntsman out of question, she had little choice but to cooperate. A deep breath served to calm her nerves, before she spoke, yet a guttural growl began as the girl’s initial response.

“Minutes of meeting her, and it’s already been more trouble than it’s worth. I should melt that mirror and reuse it for glass.” The Queen sighed to herself, internally monologuing to keep from mouthing off her subject again.

Venom-coated words found their way off her lips anyway. “Don’t waste my time with petty insults, rogue, I know your type! And I have more value in one finger than everyone of your occupation.” The Queen scowled, before catching herself, and relaxing back in her seat. “Let us put this drivel behind us, for now, and then we can do us both the favor of never crossing paths again.”

“My former huntsman failed his task. I ask that you finish it. In the nearest woods, hides a wench by the name of Snow White.” The Queen explained. “Find her. Kill her. If you are as talented as they say, it should be no struggle. If you are as cold-hearted as you act, it should come naturally.”

[La Fay]

Katlina gave another low chuckle, “Wench?” she mused, “That’s a rather colourful term to be calling your step-daughter.” She mused, “Though I suppose if I were the black widow that killed the girl’s father and before his body was even cold turned her into a servant I would as well.” she chuckled.

“Can’t have her get wind of that can you, what with her being the rightful heir to that throne you’re sitting on. Might just start a rebellion and we all know how bad one of those looks as well as how bad for the reigning monarch’s health they can be.” She smirked before rising from her seat.

“I will take care of your problem, and I always keep my word.” Katlina said with a smirk, “Snow White will be easily found through my own means, but the question is can you afford me. As I already stated I don’t come cheap, I am not some petty rogue, anyone can kill. It takes skill to do it without the target even knowing you're there.”

And with another flash, Katlina smirked as she held up her knife a small about of blood on its tip, just at that same time a thin, stinging, cut opened on the queen’s cheek as it began to bleed scarlet.

“That was for your comment of my worth,” Katlina sneered, “the next time I’ll remove that finger you claim is worth more than me or mine.” She said her tone matching her annoyance.

Hairs on the back of the Wicked Queen’s next stood up. No one should know about her “husband.” Especially no outsider. The mirror had not mentioned anything special about this huntress, besides her talents; Magic was one thing, dark arts and the occult were another. There were few other explanations the Queen could invent for her knowledge, and if it were the case, she’d rather be done with this deal as soon as possible.

“Don’t be foolish, girl, I own a kingdom. I own the banks, the economy. If your price still cannot be paid with that kind of money, then I’ll just as soon deny your help.” The Queen firmly asserted. Her patience was wearing thin. The only thing keeping her from removing this woman from her grounds, or having her executed on the spot, was the potential of her plans being seen through. The Queen breathed in, and rested back in her chair…

Only to recoil forward, as a sharp sting plagued her cheek. “Gah!” She grunted aloud, a hand quickly raising up to the source of her pain. Her hands were coated quick with black, malnourished blood that tipped off her fingers. Hatred flashed in the Queen’s eyes. She looked up, bearing teeth, as she gave the huntress a stare of daggers.

“All… the same tricks.” The Queen muttered, too prideful to try and give the woman any satisfaction from her strained cheek. Now, she was more than ready to have this woman killed. But scars could be healed through certain ointments and potions; This was not worth blowing just yet.

The Queen couldn’t hide her hate, but she at least held her comments to herself. “Spare me your trivial boasts, and leave my presence, then! Do not return without my Snow White’s very own heart.” She ordered, with an outstretched hand, falling back into her seat. “For as big as you’ve talked… if you fail, there WILL be consequences.”

[La Fay]

Katlina started chuckling at her final statement, and her laughter soon filled the stone halls and echoed all around as she all but cackled at the threat, putting on a very good wicked witch impersonation of her own.

“Consequences you say,” Katlina stated as she stopped laughing, “It seems the rumours of your arrogance hold true. That it really does know no bounds. That even with all my warnings you still fail to grasp just how small you are compared to some” she said with a smirk, “the fact that you think you pose any threat to me in the slightest is amusing in and of itself. Then, that you think you can order me speaks even less to your comprehension of the simple fact, that even a child could understand, that you don’t anger someone when they completely destroy you. Something I could easily accomplish and have so demonstrated twice now, but yet you have failed to grasp both times.”

Turning Katlina started to walk away and smirked as a final idea came to mind, “I will see your task done. But let this be your final warning, insult me upon my return and next time it will be your head I remove” she said and with a final flash of light, she was gone leaving the queen alone in her throne room.

The very next second two small black forms fell onto the queen’s lap, the body and the head of her raven, its head cleanly severed at the neck by a razor sharp blade.