“It’s been a while, hasn’t it?” Wendy said quietly, a smile that was an odd combination of love and loss on her face as two figures walked towards her.
“I graduated before I found out. Just like you always wanted me to.” her small fingers played nervously with her hair, pulled over her shoulder in a thick ponytail, a blue ribbon at the top to hold it in place, another in a bow near the bottom for styles sake. It was one of the ways her mother had shown her how to wear it, years and years ago when she was a child.
"I know you're probably disappointed that I'm not an author like I always said I would be. I haven't changed anyone's life with my words, I haven't inspired someone else to pick up a pen or sit in front of a keyboard. Well, maybe the pen part isn't true. I create crossword puzzles now." the two figures still advanced towards her as she spoke, the scene rather calm for the chaos that was surrounding them.
"I've often wondered what I'd say to you if you were in front of me again. If I could do or say anything that would give you comfort, or give me some sort of closure," she said, looking down at the ground as a few wet tears rolled down her cheeks. "but here we are and the only thing I can tell you is that I love you." she pulled the bow from the lower half of her hair, letting it hang loose in her right hand. "I love you so much..." she reached up, pulling the blue ribbon that was holding her ponytail in place, letting her hair fall freely.
Her eyes looked up again, as the figures of her mom and dad were just within lunging distance, trying to convince her to come with them and that everything was alright. This time, however, there were no more tears, there was no kindness in her gaze, no fondness for those that raised her, for those that she had just proclaimed her love for. Instead, they were the eyes of a killer. Cold eyes that felt nothing for the "people" in front of her. A flick of her wrists completed her transformation, the rings of fire changing her appearance and in the ribbon's place, two long musketed rifles, normally too big for a person to use one handed. But she was a magical girl.
They spouted off things that only her parents would know, things to try and convince her that she was the one in the wrong, trying to get her to question her decisions with a “Don’t you love us?” or “Listen to your mother and come along quietly.”, but Wendy, she wasn’t some rookie.
"I love them. You are not them. My parents are dead. Intelligent Monster 101 is trying to mess with your mind. You're gonna have to do better than that." she lifted the guns, placing the barrels at eye level for both manifestations. "All you've succeeded in doing is pissing me off."
And with that, two gunshots rang out into the air.
