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Drabble #5
Prompt #98: Vulnerable
Fandom: Legend of Zelda: Twilight Princess
Genre: Horror/Suspence?
Rating: PG
Notes: This thing is fucking SCARY. I don't much like being in Zant's mindset. He's inconcistent and crazy enough even without trying to write about him @_@
Midna sighed as she reclined in her bath. She let herself almost float in the steaming water, feeling she well deserved to relax. It had been a long day with her royal duties, and not to mention preparations for her coming coronation.
And she’d had enough on her mind anyway. It had been two months since she and Link parted ways. She didn’t want to admit to herself how much she missed him. Alas, in the world she was in now, it was inevitable that she destroy the mirror. It was for the protection of both worlds.
Furthermore, ever since she fought against Zant and won, she had an uneasy feeling. His words still lingered in the back of her mind;
As long as my master, Ganon, survives, he will resurrect me without cease.
Even after Link killed Ganon, that uneasy feeling lingered. Against her will she’d frequently found herself looking over her shoulder. Something was in the air, and she didn’t like it.
She sighed again, slowly rising out of the water. She really didn’t like being so stressed. As she dried off, she looked forward to a much-needed sleep. She changed into her light, scant robe and padded into the bedchamber, stretching.
Then she froze. There was that feeling again. But it was worse. Closer
Stronger.
Midna’s red and yellow eyes scanned the room, searching for any immediate danger. They fell on the open window across the room. Wary that nobody had come in through said window, she strode to it, looking outside for any abnormalities before closing and locking it.
But before she could draw the curtains closed, a cold hand grabbed her wrist, wrenching her arm behind her back as she was yanked away from the window. Any sound she might have cried out was strangled by a second hand clutching her throat. A harsh voice hissed in her ear;
“Don’t you dare scream.”
Midna grasped at the hand strangling her, trying to pull away and relieve the pressure on her throat. Out of the corner of her eye a grey-skinned figure pressed close to her face, raspy breath against her ear. Suddenly she recognized that voice.
“Zant…” she choked, her tone still managing to be dark and accusative.
“Surprised, my princess?” the grip on her throat loosened just a little as he held her close, his pale face pressing against her hair “I told you before…my God will always revive me. I cannot be destroyed.”
Midna still somehow managed to glare, despite not being able to turn her head.
“Your God?” she scoffed, “Your ‘God’ is dead. He was nothing but a foolish man who--ggk!” Zant tightened his hold again.
“Shut up! A heathen like you wouldn’t understand! None of you understand!”
Midna bit her lip as the arm behind her back twisted more, her captor relentless in his grasp. She could feel him move behind her, rubbing his nose against her hair and breathing roughly on her neck. She shuddered in spite of herself.
“Midna…” he crooned, still breathing in the scent of her hair, “I’ve always told you how madly in love with you I am…I remember watching you…how beautiful you look in the Twilight…”
His voice suddenly darkened, a wild tone taking over as he dug his nails into her arm.
“I could have been yours, Midna…we could have stood side by side as the king and queen of Twilight. I could have been king!“
Next thing Midna knew she was spun and slammed against the wall, her hands pinned harshly. Now she could see his face, wild and furious as she remembered.
“Why?!” he wailed, “Why were you chosen as our ruler? Why was a cold bitch like you chosen?!?”
“The answer is simple, Zant.” Midna spat, “I was chosen because I’m better than you. I don’t need a pathetic man who calls himself a God to rule.”
That was answered with the back of his hand connecting harshly with her face. In the speed of the moment she was caught off guard and thrown to the floor. As she tried to stand back up, he was suddenly over her, straddling her waist, and his hands were wrapped around her neck.
“I’d sooner see you dead than as the queen of Twilight.” he hissed through bared teeth, squeezing her throat.
Midna gasped and choked, clawing at his arms in a few seconds of blind panic. Then as survival instincts kicked in, she growled and jabbed her thumbs at his eyes. They connected, and in wails of pain Zant pulled away, clawing at his face in agony. Midna scrambled away, rubbing at her reddened throat. A tendril of hair that she had tied back suddenly snaked out of its hold. Taking advantage of Zant’s panicked, pained state, it snapped itself around Zant’s neck, lifting him off the ground and throwing him against the wall, pinning him there, a few feet from the floor.
As the princess stood, she strode toward the flailing man, her eyes dark and biting.
“If you set foot in this palace again,” she snarled, the locked window suddenly flinging open, “You will wish that I had broken your neck here and now.”
Inevitably Zant was now reduced to a sputtering underling.
“P-p-p-princess…have mercy…you can’t do this! No! NOOOOOO!” his screams faded as the lock of hair holding him roughly threw him from the window, shutting closed after him.
With the threat gone, Midna’s legs suddenly gave out. She slumped shaking to the floor as a small squad of guards burst through the door.
“Princess, are you alright? What was that noise?”
Fandom: Legend of Zelda: Twilight Princess
Genre: Horror/Suspence?
Rating: PG
Notes: This thing is fucking SCARY. I don't much like being in Zant's mindset. He's inconcistent and crazy enough even without trying to write about him @_@
Midna sighed as she reclined in her bath. She let herself almost float in the steaming water, feeling she well deserved to relax. It had been a long day with her royal duties, and not to mention preparations for her coming coronation.
And she’d had enough on her mind anyway. It had been two months since she and Link parted ways. She didn’t want to admit to herself how much she missed him. Alas, in the world she was in now, it was inevitable that she destroy the mirror. It was for the protection of both worlds.
Furthermore, ever since she fought against Zant and won, she had an uneasy feeling. His words still lingered in the back of her mind;
As long as my master, Ganon, survives, he will resurrect me without cease.
Even after Link killed Ganon, that uneasy feeling lingered. Against her will she’d frequently found herself looking over her shoulder. Something was in the air, and she didn’t like it.
She sighed again, slowly rising out of the water. She really didn’t like being so stressed. As she dried off, she looked forward to a much-needed sleep. She changed into her light, scant robe and padded into the bedchamber, stretching.
Then she froze. There was that feeling again. But it was worse. Closer
Stronger.
Midna’s red and yellow eyes scanned the room, searching for any immediate danger. They fell on the open window across the room. Wary that nobody had come in through said window, she strode to it, looking outside for any abnormalities before closing and locking it.
But before she could draw the curtains closed, a cold hand grabbed her wrist, wrenching her arm behind her back as she was yanked away from the window. Any sound she might have cried out was strangled by a second hand clutching her throat. A harsh voice hissed in her ear;
“Don’t you dare scream.”
Midna grasped at the hand strangling her, trying to pull away and relieve the pressure on her throat. Out of the corner of her eye a grey-skinned figure pressed close to her face, raspy breath against her ear. Suddenly she recognized that voice.
“Zant…” she choked, her tone still managing to be dark and accusative.
“Surprised, my princess?” the grip on her throat loosened just a little as he held her close, his pale face pressing against her hair “I told you before…my God will always revive me. I cannot be destroyed.”
Midna still somehow managed to glare, despite not being able to turn her head.
“Your God?” she scoffed, “Your ‘God’ is dead. He was nothing but a foolish man who--ggk!” Zant tightened his hold again.
“Shut up! A heathen like you wouldn’t understand! None of you understand!”
Midna bit her lip as the arm behind her back twisted more, her captor relentless in his grasp. She could feel him move behind her, rubbing his nose against her hair and breathing roughly on her neck. She shuddered in spite of herself.
“Midna…” he crooned, still breathing in the scent of her hair, “I’ve always told you how madly in love with you I am…I remember watching you…how beautiful you look in the Twilight…”
His voice suddenly darkened, a wild tone taking over as he dug his nails into her arm.
“I could have been yours, Midna…we could have stood side by side as the king and queen of Twilight. I could have been king!“
Next thing Midna knew she was spun and slammed against the wall, her hands pinned harshly. Now she could see his face, wild and furious as she remembered.
“Why?!” he wailed, “Why were you chosen as our ruler? Why was a cold bitch like you chosen?!?”
“The answer is simple, Zant.” Midna spat, “I was chosen because I’m better than you. I don’t need a pathetic man who calls himself a God to rule.”
That was answered with the back of his hand connecting harshly with her face. In the speed of the moment she was caught off guard and thrown to the floor. As she tried to stand back up, he was suddenly over her, straddling her waist, and his hands were wrapped around her neck.
“I’d sooner see you dead than as the queen of Twilight.” he hissed through bared teeth, squeezing her throat.
Midna gasped and choked, clawing at his arms in a few seconds of blind panic. Then as survival instincts kicked in, she growled and jabbed her thumbs at his eyes. They connected, and in wails of pain Zant pulled away, clawing at his face in agony. Midna scrambled away, rubbing at her reddened throat. A tendril of hair that she had tied back suddenly snaked out of its hold. Taking advantage of Zant’s panicked, pained state, it snapped itself around Zant’s neck, lifting him off the ground and throwing him against the wall, pinning him there, a few feet from the floor.
As the princess stood, she strode toward the flailing man, her eyes dark and biting.
“If you set foot in this palace again,” she snarled, the locked window suddenly flinging open, “You will wish that I had broken your neck here and now.”
Inevitably Zant was now reduced to a sputtering underling.
“P-p-p-princess…have mercy…you can’t do this! No! NOOOOOO!” his screams faded as the lock of hair holding him roughly threw him from the window, shutting closed after him.
With the threat gone, Midna’s legs suddenly gave out. She slumped shaking to the floor as a small squad of guards burst through the door.
“Princess, are you alright? What was that noise?”