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Star's Crossed Lovers	By : GeorgeGlass Category: +S through Z > Star vs. The Forces of Evil Views: 22548 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 2
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Chapter 10: Bring Me the Head of Marco Diaz

“We’re gonna go get her, right?” Oskar asked.

“Yeah,” Marco replied. Then, not wanting to put Jackie on the spot, he added, “I mean, we don’t all have to-”

“Oh, I’m going,” Jackie cut in firmly.

Marco let out a breath. “Okay. You guys go grab whatever you need and meet me back here as soon as you can. I’m gonna make some calls.”

***

Tom and Darkstar leaned against the bar of the Six-Eyed Warthog, gazing around at the establishment’s rough-looking clientele. Tom was pleased to see the eager look in Darkstar’s eye and the shiny gloss on her skin, both of which suggested that the royal alchemist’s magic gel had almost fully set.

A gang of skin demons, distinguished by their copious, sagging flesh, lumbered through the Warthog’s spike-adorned front door. One of them caught sight of Darkstar, made an “I’ll be right back” gesture to his friends, and came over to stand in front of her.

“Hey,” the demon said, “I’ve been hoping to run into you. I just wanted to say I’m sorry about, you know, that time I tried to eat your face. I was going through an ugly divorce, I was in a really bad place emotionally, and when my blood sugar gets low, I don’t always make the best decisions. I know that’s no excuse, but-”

There was a cracking sound as Darkstar punched the skin demon in the jaw. The big horned humanoid stumbled back, stunned.

“Tell you what,” Darkstar said. “If you can still apologize when I’m finished with you, I’ll accept.”

***

No one had ever made Star as angry as Darkstar was making her now. Having to watch this horrible creature use her body to say and do one terrible thing after another was torture. And Star hated her for it.

She tried to use her anger to fight Darkstar, to keep herself from being washed away by her possessor’s powerful personality. But it seemed to make no difference. With every passing minute, there was a little less of Star left to resist her.

***

Within half an hour, Oskar and Jackie had both returned, and now the three of them stood in Star’s bedroom. Oskar had put on a leather jacket, heavy jeans, steel-toed boots, and spiked bracelets. Jackie was wearing all of her skating gear and had brought her board, which elicited a quizzical look from Marco.

“Hey,” she responded with a shrug, “go with your strengths, right?”

“So, uh,” Oskar said, “how do we get to the Underworld?”

“Don’t worry,” Marco said. “I’ve got that handled.”

From a side table, he picked up a little bell whose handle was topped with a symbol of the Blood Moon. Then, using a tiny hammer, he rang the bell.

***

“What is it, Boner?” Tom said into his phone as, in the background, skin demons staggered or flew backward from Darkstar’s blows. She was really laying into them.

“Sir,” Boner replied, “you asked me to let you know if the Earth boy summoned the elevator.”

“Oh, Marco,” Tom said with a faux sigh, “you’re so wonderfully predictable.”

“Is my name Marco now?” Boner asked. “I like it.”

“What? No! Now go polish up one of the silver trays.”

“Any tray in particular?”

Tom’s eyes narrowed as he replied, “Just make sure it’s the right size for a human head.”

***

Tom managed to pull Darkstar from the fight, promising her that there would be plenty of carnage where they were going: Tom’s expansive throne room. He had just had a side-throne installed for his new girlfriend, and now she was seated there, watching expectantly as Tom and six of his hench-demons, all armed with huge swords, waited while the wooden elevator was lowered to the floor by an exhausted-looking winged demon.

“All right, boys,” Tom said. “Time to give an old magic trick a new twist. Get ready.”

The six demons formed three sides of a square around the spot where the elevator was about to set down, leaving open the side where the doors were. Then all of the demons pulled their swords back, preparing for a mighty thrust.

***
No! Star screamed.

***

The elevator landed, and Tom shouted, “Now!”

All six demons thrust their swords into the boxy wooden elevator. The sound of metal punching through wood with great force drowned out anything else.

***

No…no…

***

“Open it up,” Tom commanded.

“Might wanna step back, Tomsy,” Darkstar said. “A lot of human blood is gonna spill out of that elevator, and it would be a shame to mess up your nice shoes.”

“Thanks, babe.”

***

I hate you…i hate you…i…

***

As two of the demons pulled the doors open, Tom took a few steps back. Then he looked into the interior of the elevator, and his eyes goggled such that his third one nearly fell out.

“What the-?” Tom exclaimed.

He had expected to find three dead bodies inside, run through by the broad blades of the demons’ swords. Instead, the swords had run through a whole lot of nothing.

“Um, Tomsy?” Darkstar said with audible annoyance. “This looks like the same old magic trick. With no twist.”

Suddenly, a portal opened directly behind Tom, and three teenagers leaped out. Oskar grabbed Tom from behind, pinning both of the demon prince’s arms against his sides. Marco and Jackie came around in front of him.

“You'd better undo what you did to Star,” Marco demanded, “or my friend here is gonna get pretty ticked off.”

“Where the flaming Here did you get dimensional scissors!?” Tom blurted.

“What, these?” Marco said, holding an ugly green pair of scissors up to Tom’s eyes. “Star took them off Ludo right before she chucked him into Nowheresville.”

“Aw, crap,” said Darkstar. “I forgot about those.”

“Well, that’s a cute trick,” Tom replied with a sneer. “But you know, it's moments like this that make you realize how thin the line is between cute and pathetic.”

With minimal effort, Tom threw Oskar's arms off of him. Then the demon prince turned around, grabbed Oskar by the lapels, and hoisted him into the air.

Oskar, not at all intimidated, breathed fire right into Tom's face. Tom blinked, completely unharmed.

“Smooth move, half-breed-”

“Half half-breed,” Oskar corrected.

“-but I'm fireproof,” Tom finished.

“Huh,” Oskar said. Then, baring his fangs, he bit Tom's wrist hard.

“Ow!” Tom yelled, dropping the boy in surprise. Then he looked at his many hench-demons and barked, “Deal with them!”

Before Marco even knew what was happening, he, Oskar, and Jackie had been grabbed and immobilized by the horde of robed demons around them.

“Boner!” Tom shouted. “Bring that tray out here! And my carving axe!”

“Yes, sir,” the skeletal servant said, emerging from a doorway with a silver tray and a one-handed axe.

“Marco,” Tom said, “I don’t usually bother making trophies of human heads, but you’ve been such a supreme pain in the ass, I’m gonna make an exception.”

“Hey, no!” shouted Jackie. She tried to head-butt the demon that had grabbed her from behind, but the creature was so much taller than she that her helmeted head rebounded uselessly off its chest.

Tom took the axe from Boner, grinning. Then his smile faded.

“Oh, crap, I forgot about something. Hang on a sec.”

He snapped his fingers, and Janna appeared out of nowhere—and immediately fell down on her butt, apparently having been sitting down when she was teleported.

“What the heck?” the girl exclaimed.

“That gem I gave you,” Tom explained. “It lets me summon you.”

“I should’ve hocked that thing,” Janna groused.

“Oh, don’t be like that,” said Tom. “You’re about to get everything you want. I mean, we have a deal, right? And I always keep my end of a deal.”

He walked over next to Darkstar as he continued, “For one thing, I promised you a wand just like Star’s.” Tom leaned down to Darkstar and asked, “Babe, you don’t need that wand anymore, do you?”

“Nah, I like using my fists better than that busted-ass thing,” the girl replied.

She handed Tom her wand, and he presented it to Janna.

“See? As promised.”

Janna nodded slowly. Then she reached out and took hold of the wand, and it began to change. The gold star gave way to an angular black spider, and the white wings were replaced with spiderweb that ran between the upper part of the handle and the head of the wand. Janna’s eyes turned black, and she held the wand aloft, cackling with excitement, as the transformation was completed.

And then, without a moment’s hesitation, she turned and aimed the wand at Tom.

“Whatever you did to Star—undo it,” she commanded.

Tom’s three eyes narrowed. “You’re not serious.”

“You did something to her. Star loves this wand; she’d never just give it away unless you messed up her head somehow.”

***

Janna…helping me…?

***

“And I don’t know where you think I draw the line,” Janna went on, “but it’s way before mind control, kidnapping, and whatever creepy date-rape scenario you’ve got planned for Star. So unwash her brain, now, or I’ll blast you into an even nastier dimension than this one.”

Tom’s eyes began to glow pink with anger, but then the glow faded.

“Come on, now,” he said reasonably. “This is your chance to get everything you want, remember? Your wand was only half of the deal.” An orange flame dancing on his fingertips, he casually reached for Janna’s shoulder as he continued, “And now Marco can be yours, too, if you just-”

“Narwhal blast!” Janna shouted, pointing the wand at Tom’s feet. Tom leaped backward as the carpet in front of him was peppered with tiny, pointy-horned whales. He looked at Janna with shock.

“How did you know how to-?”

“I’ve read the instructions,” Janna growled. “Now let Star go.”

Hurriedly regaining his composure, Tom looked past Janna and said, “Take care of her.”

Janna wheeled around and saw two of the big demons approaching her. She pointed the wand at them.

“Crystal cupcake blast!”

A single crystal cupcake flew in a short, anemic arc from the head of the wand, then landed on the stone floor with a glassy thunk.

“Hey!” Janna shouted as one of the demons knocked the wand from her hand. The other demon’s big arms encircled her from behind and lifted her off the ground. Her legs flailing uselessly, Janna looked back over her shoulder at the big demon holding her and growled in helpless anger.

Tom looked back at Marco—who, oddly, was looking at his watch.

“All the time in the world won’t help you, kid,” Tom said. “Without the support of Star’s royal family on Mewni, you’re just a handful of helpless Earth kids.”

“Yeah,” Marco agreed. “And it’s not like there are a bunch of people in other dimensions who owe me and Star a favor.” Then, his voice dripping with irony, Marco added, “Oh, wait…”

As if on cue, dozens of portals began to open all around Marco, Jackie, and Oskar. Out of the portals leaped about three dozen young women, all of whom Star and Marco had liberated from St. Olga’s School for Wayward Princesses months earlier. Each of them was armed and armored for battle, from the red-skinned, two-headed princess wielding a massive two-handed mace to the tiny, flying pixie princess with her needle-like rapier. And one princess had a built-in weapon—on her head.

“Wassup, homeslice?” Ponyhead shouted to Marco.

“Ponyhead! Glad you could make it,” the boy replied.

“You kiddin’? Wouldn’t miss it.” She glanced at Tom. “I oughta tear this Underworld he-bitch a third nostril for messin’ with my girl Star.”

Tom glanced around at the horde of princesses, clearly making an effort to look unimpressed.

“Cute idea, Earth Boy,” Tom sneered. “But my troops are completely expendable-”

“Hey!” one of the demons shouted indignantly.

Tom continued, “-and how many of these girls are you prepared to send home to their royal parents in body bags?”

Not missing a beat, Marco replied, “I guess that depends on how many dimensions you want to go to war with.”

Tom blinked. He clearly hadn’t thought about that. Seemingly stumped, he took a different tack.

“Why are you even trying to get Star back?” Tom demanded. “I mean, you and her? It doesn’t even make sense! She’s special, one of a kind, and you’re just…some Earth kid! There are a billion more where you came from! How could she ever care about someone who’s so completely ordinary? What could someone like you possibly be to her?”

“I’m something you’ll never be,” Marco growled. “I’m her friend.”

“We’re all her friends,” Jackie added. “Now let her go!”

“Friends…” Darkstar murmured. Then she slapped a hand over her own mouth.

“Darkstar?” Tom said. “You okay, babe?”

Oskar chimed in, “We liked her better the way she was before. Also, I liked it better when she was dating me, and not you.”

“Yeah,” Marco said. “I liked that better, too.”

***

Star had felt like a dying candle flame, on the verge of going out forever. But now she felt that tiny flame growing a little brighter somehow. And she realized that it wasn’t just Janna’s help, or Marco and Jackie and Oskar’s words, or even their friendship. It was something they were helping her realize...something important.

I’ve been so stupid, Star thought. I let Darkstar make me hate her. But all I was doing was making her stronger and me weaker.

***

“Wait—dating you?” Tom said, looking at Oskar with puzzlement. Then understanding dawned on the demon prince’s face, and a soft chuckle escaped Tom that grew until he was laughing uproariously.

“Wow, I did not see this coming! So Star was dating Fangs here, and Marco...” His three eyes widened with a second realization, and he pointed at Jackie. “Omigosh, Marco’s dating you! Oh, man!”

Looking back and forth between Oskar and Jackie, Tom continued, “You guys didn’t realize that your relationships were doomed from the start? I mean, Star and Marco danced together under the Blood Moon! Their souls are bound together for all eternity! You really thought they could ever be with you?”

“What’s he talking about?” Oskar asked.

“What is he talking about?” Jackie said.

“What are you talking about?” Marco demanded.

***

I can’t beat her by being like her—I have to beat her by being like me!

***

“Stop it,” Darkstar muttered angrily.

Tom gave her a look. “Who are you talking to?”

From deep beneath her skin, Darkstar began to glow. And at the same time, the gloss on her skin began to darken and harden, as though it were solidifying into smoked glass.

***

Because hate isn’t what I’m about. I’m about…having fun, and kicking butt, Star thought. I’m about magic, and adventure, and fighting monsters, and riding wild unicorns!

***

Darkstar stood up from her chair. “I said, stop it!” she shouted. “You don’t get to come back!”

“Darkstar, what’s happening?” Tom demanded. Then he shouted “What the Here!?” as the burnt-glass surface of Darkstar’s skin began to crack, light streaming out of every fissure that formed.

***

I love hugs and laser puppies and flying kicks! I love dancing and rainbows and parties and even school, because that’s where all my friends are! My awesome, awesome friends!

***

Darkstar clutched her head, staggering, and cried, “You can’t beat me! You’re weak, and soft, and stupid!”

“Darkstar!” Tom shouted as the cracks in her skin broadened, light pouring out of them.

***

I’m not about what I hate—I’m about what I love! That’s what makes me strong! That’s what makes me me!

***

“No!” Darkstar screamed, looking up at the red Underworld sky. “No no no no NO!”

***

I!

Am!

Star!

BUTTERFLY!

***

The light streaming from the cracks in Darkstar’s veneer grew blindingly bright, and then Darkstar exploded. Fragments of her petrified surface burst out in all directions, making everyone in the chamber cover their faces.

When they looked up again, they saw a glowing figure standing in Darkstar’s place. The glow faded, and there stood Star.

“And I’m back.”

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