Hey!! It’s Hope/Wanda with my entry for #POTW15 . This is actually my first every entry for one of these things. I just really enjoyed this prompt and thought that I’d give it a go. The story I’ve written has 469 words, as according to Google Docs, which is the platform I wrote this flash fiction story on.
I decided to write a story for Wanda, involving MOM and Wandavision. But I don’t want to spoil what I wrote, so other than that, I’m not going to say anything about this story. It’s fittingly titled Revenge, and I hope you all enjoy it!
Revenge
Her magic flashed, illuminating the Scarlet Witch’s face. She hadn’t died like the rest of the world had thought. No, she had bided her time, waiting for the right moment to strike. Everything she had done, had been caused by Agatha Harkness. The wicked witch. The reason she had opened the darkhold. Wanda’s eyes flashed scarlet as she recalled everything she had done, the people she had hurt.
Her magic pushed out around her as she lowered herself to the ground, before storming forwards, using her magic to blast open Agatha’s door. She didn’t care that she had imprisoned the witch in her own mind. This had all happened because of her. Wanda’s hex had fallen apart because of Agatha. She had lost her children because of Agatha. The book she had taken from Agatha, the darkhold, had driven her crazy.
Turned her into a dark part of herself focused only on one goal. To reunite with her children. With no qualms, no morals, no fear of what would come next for her. “Wanda, darling!” Agnes, not Agatha, called out, causing Wanda to falter for a moment. She spun on her heel, locking eyes with the witch. Agnes straggled back, seeing Wanda’s expression..the fury emblazoned on her face. “What’s got you all wrapped up in a twist, doll?” Agatha asked her.
Wanda stared at the older female, her expression cold. “Agnes.” She said to her, the Sokovian accent back in her voice. “Loving the accent, dear.” Agnes said to Wanda, her eyes still wary of Wanda as she stood in front of her. Wanda didn’t say anything to Agnes, but auras of Scarlet Magic surrounded her hands. “This. Is all your fault.” She said to her, lip curling as she stared at Agnes with hate and loathing.
“Before we go all witchy, why don’t you tell me what I did?” Agnes asked, staring up at Wanda from her position on the floor. “I don’t think so.” Wanda responded, flicking her wrist as the mental hold she had on Agnes dropped. Agatha returned. “I’m going to make you pay for this!” The witch yelled, sending her hands flying at Wanda, before ing that Wanda had blocked her powers. Agatha gasped, staring up at Wanda. “Please. Please.” She begged.
Wanda shook her head. “I don’t think so.” Holding her hands out in front of her, she encased Agatha in scarlet magic as the witches power drained from her, flying into Wanda. Agatha’s hair turned white, her face wrinkling as she prematurely aged faster than should be possible. Once Wanda was done, Agatha stopped to the floor, her skin leathery and old. Wanda stalked out of the house before taking to the sky, her revenge complete. Maybe now, she could finally live her life her way. Alone. But still hers.
Anyway, that’s it for me. Hope you all enjoyed reading this story!!
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