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Her slender hand wrapped around Agatha's neck, giving it a light squeeze. And the sharp tip of a knife pressed lightly against her abdomen. Agatha's breath hitched. She found herself trapped between the bookshelf and her favorite nightmare. Her ex wife. The original green witch.
"Rio," Agatha hissed, lifting up her hand to wrap it around the one on her throat.
She was angry at herself for being so helpless against Rio. First she was imprisoned in a reality of the Scarlet Witch's making, and now she's pinned to the wall by the very being who put her in that situation.
Agatha harshly pulled onto Rio's hand in a futile attempt of getting it off her.
"Tsk. Tsk. Tsk," Rio's hand grips ever so slightly tighter, "right now, Agatha, I'm the one in charge."
She was weary of the purple witches' predicament. She even managed to slip into the false reality, albeit briefly.
'Do you remember why you hate me?'
'No.'
The uttered word unraveled every last bit resentment and anger towards her estranged wife. The only thing left was love, and longing. Ever since Agatha found the Darkhold, Rio had been lost. And now, she had Agatha, at her mercy, and powerless.
Agatha squeezed her wrist tighter, her eyes widen in panic. Stupid fucking heart, Rio thought.
She took a step back and let Agatha go, sheathing her knife back into it's hilt. Agatha, now finally free of Rio's grasp tilted her head back against the bookshelf, eyes closed. She softly rubbed against her throat in an effort to relieve the ache.
"What are you doing here?" Agatha questioned. Her eyes still closed.
"The Darkhold is gone." Rio folded her arms.
"I am aware." Agatha straightened herself and started walking towards the door, "I will locate it again. Now will you please leave-"
Rio grabbed Agatha's hand as she was walking, cutting her off, "It's gone, Agatha."
"It's gone," Rio repeated.
Agatha wrenched her hand out of Rio's grasp as realization dawned on her. The Darkhold is gone. The last chance I had at getting Nicky back, gone.
A pained gasp escaped her lips, "Nicky..."
Rio reached out to Agatha as her legs fell from underneath her.
Now, in the middle of her suburban living room, she was held in the arms of Rio. The grief of losing her son overwhelmed her once again.