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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 11: She’s Got This
The shattering explosion of Darkstar distracted everyone—including the demons that had been restraining Jackie, who used the opportunity to wrest her arms free of their grip. With both hands, the skater-girl grabbed the big arm of the demon that had been holding her from behind and threw the creature over her shoulder; it crashed into a fellow demon that was standing in front of her and both of them fell to the floor in a tangle of limbs.
Jackie put one foot on her dropped skateboard and kicked hard against the ground, racing away from her captors. She turned and sped toward the spot where Janna had been standing, deftly dodging the grabbing hands of various demons as she went, and snatched up Star’s wand from the floor.
“Star!” Jackie shouted, and hurled the wand to her. The Mewnian princess caught it handily. The wand instantly changed back into its colorful, winged form.
“Are you guys okay?” Star said, glancing from Jackie to Janna to the two boys.
“We’re good,” Marco replied, giving an irked look to the demons that were still holding him immobile.
“Crap,” Tom muttered as Star marched over to him. The crowd of demons and princesses watched with bated breath.
“Tom,” Star said firmly, “this whole thing isn’t about anybody but the two of us. So let’s settle it—just you and me.”
Tom’s eyebrows rose. “Look, Star, you’re great with that wand, but come on—you’re no match for me.”
“Oh yeah?” Marco cut in. “‘Cause I remember her freezing you into a block of ice with one shot.”
“That was a sucker punch!” Tom retorted angrily. “Taking me in a fair fight is a whole different thing.” He leered at Star as he added, “Especially with that wand of yours not working so well. You really want to take a chance on one of your spells fizzling at the wrong moment?”
“I’m only going to need one spell for this,” Star said soberly. Then, grasping the wand in both hands and holding it out in front of her, she said, “Rainbow blade.”
A shaft of light almost four feet long extended from the head of the wand. It solidified into a sharp-edged blade that shimmered with all the colors of the spectrum.
“It’s gonna be like that, huh?” Tom said.
“Yeah,” Star replied gravely. “It is.”
“Fine.”
Tom reached behind him and pulled out something that reminded Marco of a brass candlestick. He held it in both hands, and a blade of steel and flame sprang from its business end.
As Star raised her own weapon, everyone in the room moved back to give her and Tom space. The demons let go of the other teenagers, apparently too caught up in the excitement of watching the upcoming duel to pay attention to their captives.
Star took the initiative and attacked, leaping forward and slashing down at Tom’s shoulder. Tom quickly raised his sword diagonally above his head, with the handle up and the point down, causing Star’s blade to slide down and off his own like water off a roof, throwing off multicolored sparks as it went.
He circled his blade for a counterstrike at Star’s head, but Star knew it was coming and ducked, then kicked Tom in the stomach. The demon prince staggered back, and the watching princesses cheered, as did Star’s friends.
“Yeah!” Oskar shouted.
“Get ‘em, girl!” cried Ponyhead.
“Aim for his balls next time!“ Janna hollered.
Tom’s eyes momentarily darted around at his contingent of hench-demons. “I don’t hear anybody cheering for me!” he spat.
“Um, go Tom?” one of the demons ventured.
“Yeah,” said another. “Way to, you know, take that gut-kick without puking.”
Clearly angered by the feebleness of his minions’ support, Tom slashed at Star from the side. She blocked the attack with the base of her blade and countered with a thrust at his face, which the demon prince only barely managed to avoid by dodging to the side.
He quickly backed off, trying to give himself a moment to get his blade back up, but Star wasn’t having it: She surged forward and slashed at Tom again and again, driving him back as he hastily blocked or dodged each strike. One attack got past Tom’s blade and slashed his upper arm; a rough red line formed where blood oozed into the torn edges of his white shirt.
Tom’s three eyes glowed pink with anger, and the demon prince counterattacked in a rage. Star blocked one blow and then another, but as she brought her weapon around for a counterattack, the enraged Tom brought his blade down forcefully and knocked Star’s sword out of her hands, forcing her to the ground in the process.
Oskar, his voice unsteady, took a step in Star’s direction as he said, “Maybe...maybe we should...”
Reassuringly, Marco put a hand on the boy’s shoulder. “She’s got this.”
Standing over the prone Star with his sword raised high, eyes still glowing pink with rage, Tom growled, “Give up?”
“Giving up’s not really my thing,” Star replied, looking up at him defiantly. “If you want to win...you’re going to have to finish me.”
The pink glow faded from Tom’s eyes.
“So...that’s it,” Tom said wistfully. “I’m…I’m really never getting you back. Not with charm, not with magic...not with anything.“
“No, Tom,” Star answered. “Not ever.”
“Well,” Tom sighed, “I never thought I’d say something so trite, but…”
The pink glow returned to his eyes, growing bright with the demon prince’s fury, and he raised his sword high as he finished, “If I can’t have you...”
He swung his weapon down hard. At the last possible moment, Star rolled rapidly to the side, and the enraged demon’s blade bit deep into the stone floor. As Tom tried to pull the weapon free, Star pulled her legs back and then slammed both feet up into Tom’s solar plexus, sending him flying backward—sans sword—in a high arc.
Speedily, Star flipped up onto her feet, sprinted over to the spot where Tom was about to land, and smashed her two fists down on his upper back as he fell, slamming the demon prince headfirst into the ground.
Tom, stunned, barely managed to push himself up on his hands and knees. Star stood over him, breathing hard. Then Star raised up her elbow.
Marco remembered their sparring session in the back yard weeks ago, and he knew what Star was about to do.
“No!” he shouted. “Star, DON’T!”
She brought her arm down with maximum force. Marco shut his eyes against the sight, but he could hear a sickening crack as Star’s elbow struck its target.
After a moment, he forced himself to look. Star was still standing over Tom—who, contrary to Marco’s expectations, was still on his hands and knees. The demon stared blankly at something on the ground in front of him: one of his own horns, broken off at the base.
“I don’t hate you, Tom,” Star said soberly as she looked down at him. “At least, I’m trying not to. Because hating you would make me more like you, and that’s the last thing I want.”
Tom, still staring with empty eyes at his broken horn, said nothing.
“But I need to say this,” Star continued. “If you ever come to Earth or Mewni again...or send your flunkies...or even your flying eyeball...I will kill you. I don’t mean that I’ll yell at you, or beat you up, or whatever. I mean that I will end. Your. Life.
“Do you understand?”
Slowly, Tom nodded.
***
Star went to her group of friends and hugged them all—Janna included. Star thanked every one of them profusely for coming to help her.
“Hey, I’m always ready to bring the pain for my homegirl,” said Ponyhead. “But now I’ve gotta get to my appointment at the salon. Nobody can polish my horn like Antonio.”
“There’s a disturbing sex joke in there somewhere,” said Marco, “but I’m not gonna go looking for it.”
“Bye, Ponyhead!” Star shouted as her body-less friend vanished through a portal.
“So,” Jackie asked, slinging her skateboard onto her shoulder, “are we, like, Team Butterfly now?”
Marco replied, “If we are, I’d like to propose a name change.”
“I don’t know,” Oskar said. “I kinda like it.”
The demons, meanwhile, all seemed confused, talking in low voices among themselves. There seemed to be some question about whether Tom was still in charge.
From out of the crowd stepped a demon in a red corseted dress. She took Tom’s carving axe out of Boner’s hand and went to stand over the fallen demon prince.
“R- Ruby…” Tom said weakly.
Flatly, Ruby replied, “Your horns don’t match.”
She swung the axe and chopped off Tom’s other horn, millimeters from the root.
“There,” she said. “That’s a little more even.”
***
Janna was staring at the demon in the red dress when said demon suddenly turned and walked over to her.
“What you did for your friend there,” Ruby said, “was pretty cool. And gutsy.”
“Um...thanks.”
Boldly, Ruby put an arm around Janna’s shoulders. “Any chance you’re into girls?”
“I- I don’t know,” Janna stammered. “I guess...that’d depend on the girl.”
Ruby took her arm away, running her hand over Janna’s shoulder and down her upper arm as she did so. “Well, how about you call me some time, and we’ll talk about it?”
“I- I don’t have your number.”
“Yes, you do,” Ruby replied. “See you later.”
As Janna found herself staring at the departing Ruby’s shapely backside, she reflexively put her hands in her jacket pockets—and pulled out a cream-colored card that read, in metallic red lettering, “Ruby, Tormentor of the Wicked” and listed a phone number. Janna had never even felt Ruby put the card in her pocket.
She knew who she would be dreaming about tonight.
***
Star was just pulling out her dimensional scissors to take everyone home when Boner approached the group, carrying a silver tray.
“Excuse me,” the skeletal servant said to Marco. “Would you put your head on this platter? My master asked me to bring it to his trophy room.”
“Um,” Marco replied, “thing is, I’m kinda still using it. How about you check back in seventy or eighty years?”
“I’ll put it on the calendar,” Boner replied.
Star giggled. “You’re funny,” she said. “They should call you Humerus.”
The skeleton-man smiled, then bowed and departed.
***
The five teenagers emerged from the portal in Star’s room.
“Man, that Tom guy is a jerk,” Janna declared. “I was just sitting there in the kitchen, right about to get my pizza bagel out of the toaster oven when he- My pizza bagel!” she shouted, and ran downstairs and out the door.
Marco turned to Star. “You feeling okay? No aftereffects from the brainwashing?”
“Nope,” Star replied. Then, leering a bit at Oskar, she added, “My brain’s all dirty again.“ The boy smiled.
“Well,” Marco said, “we should celebrate!”
“Um, sure,” Jackie answered. “But I...really wanna go home and change first. Oskar, will you walk me?“
“No prob,” the fanged boy replied.
Marco raised an eyebrow at the notion of Jackie, who had just faced off with a bunch of demons down in the Underworld, being concerned about muggers or whatever. But he gave her a kiss and saw her and Oskar out the door.
“I’ve been meaning to ask you,” Star said as Marco re-entered her room. “How did you know it wasn’t me you were talking to earlier?”
“Grandpa Rogelio said friendship takes faith,” Marco replied. “And I realized that I had faith that my best friend—the person who destroyed the most precious thing she owned to stop Toffee from squishing me into juice—would never say those things to me.”
Suddenly, Star’s arms were around him, and her voice was muffled by the fabric of his hoodie as she said, “Never ever.”
***
About twenty minutes later, Jackie called and asked Marco and Star to come to her house. Both of them had showered—Star for a good while—and changed, so they agreed to come right over. They grabbed some grape soda and potato chips to take with them.
“I wonder if she’s thought up a good way to celebrate?” Star said excitedly as they walked. She took a swig of the grape soda from one of the plastic cups she had brought along.
“Could be,” Marco replied, grabbing a handful of potato chips out of the bag. “Her parents are out of town, and they do have a hot tub.”
“But then she would have told us to bring our bathing su- Ohhhh,” Star replied, her eyes and smile growing large.
Jackie let them in and led them up to her room. Oskar was there.
“So…what’s going on?” Star said, noticing the oddly serious look on Jackie’s face.
Jackie didn’t speak. She just went over to her dresser and picked up a tiny vial labeled with a pink heart.
“Hey, where did you get that?” Marco said with an excited look.
“The Chillaximus Spa,” Jackie replied with a gravity that struck Marco as odd. “There was a vending machine in the ladies’ room.”
“So, um, did you wanna use it now?” Marco asked.
“I...I didn’t get it out for you and me,” she said. Then she took a deep breath.
“It’s for you and Star.”
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