Snow: Capture

(For best effect, play the song "Hopeless" during this post. Also, there are some inappropriate sex words in this post, so if you are under the age of say, 13, don't read this post! I just realized this is a long post, so get ready to read for a while!)
 Snow was folding her clothes, preparing to move in with Vicky, when suddenly the door was kicked down!
"Vicky, for the last time, I don't want my door to be blasted down by lightning-"
A phantom curled its slimy tentacle around her neck, and her fur started to taint.
"Gaack!" cried Snow. Her headphones blared sonic waves, but the phantom wasn't even fazed.
The phantom held up the Purity Orb, the depths of it swirling with mist. It was the only thing that prevented Snow from becoming a dark shell again, given to her by Zios.
The phantom growled, and absorbed the large pearl, caging it.
"No! Drop it, now!" Snow cried, striking the phantom with a heavy glob of rain.
The phantom hissed as a wound opened up on it, but it was too late.
Snow had been corrupted.


Vicky was lying on a puffy, grey cloud three feet above the sparkling sand, drinking lemonade, wearing a bikini that made all of the surfer dudes stare at her tits, when a fresh wind barely missed her chest.
"Alfredo, I told you, your multi-elemental powers can't match my extremely potent electrokinetic powers.."
Trailing off, Vicky saw a dark shell coming towards her at a breakneck pace. Just when she thought Tempest was playing a prank again, this dark shell slashed her chest, claws crackling with electricity.
"Whu?"
Knocking her off the cloud, the dark shell started to look for a way to slit her throat.
Screaming, the other beach visitors scattered, some madly grabbing for their bows, crossbows, nunchucks, swords, dual swords, and a mess of weapons.
"I'm bored today! Light up my day with your body's combustion!" the dark shell growled. Vicky heard a familiar tone in that voice, but before she could pick it up and recognize it, the dark shell picked her up with its teeth and flung her onto the roof of the aquarium.
Blood trickling down her fur, and cuts criss-crossing her tits, Vicky growled.
"Jamaasian Heroes, come in!"
It was a powerful cry, so potent only Snowyclaw had mastered it, but it seemed to work.
Bloda came in, still gulping down a vanilla milkshake, but most of the others had been dragged here from the Alpha's Hut, ready for battle.
Frost's eyes widened as she saw the Dark Shell.
"Vicky, I hate to break it to you, but..."
Bloda was staring at Vicky's large breasts in the meantime, but Zion slapped him as if to say "Snap outta that!"
"...that Dark-Shell is Snow, your sister."
"Bu...But her orb is supposed to guard he...Oh.. no..."
Just then, the savage beast leaped at them again, and tore through Zion's fluffy coat, making the leopard yowl in pain.
The bells of hell toll...
Suddenly, Vicky had a flashback....

Once more, Vicky was staring up at the grand mask of Zios, smiling at her.
"Vicky... Snow... you are beautiful. I could have never imagined such beautiful children! Of course, Frost... never mind, you are too young to know about that. Tell your half-sister that I care about her, when you meet her."
A blue-green heron stepped onto the scene, nuzzling Zios.
"For now, we'll tell you this prophecy Tigris the oracle told us long ago:" said Mira.
"Pearls, hidden beneath the waves of diamond," said Zios.
"Darkness, run among us once more," continued Mira.
"The bells of hell toll," Zios said.
"Winter's forces combat," chimed Mira.
"All shall be lost, unless the pearls are redeemed," continued Zios,
"Sea turns black, sky turns purple." finished Mira.
Suddenly, the sky darkened outside, and a creeping ooze came into the mansion window.
"I'm sorry.. but we must leave."
Putting both of them down (Wait, I'm remembering being a baby? thought Vicky.), Zios and Mira turned into a warm summer breeze and left through the window. They both crawled away from the phantoms, only toddlers at the time. The world faded round her.
Author's Note: Awake and Alive seems to be a good song for Ledra and Drakus, the evil of the phantoms is stealing Jamaa from them.

When Vicky awoke, Snow and Frost were fighting, jaw and blast combating each  other. Despite having great power, Frost was evenly matched by Snow's agility and savageness.
All of the other Jamaasian Heroes were struggling to get up, blood nearly painting them red. Because of their state, Jamaa was warping around them, fountains of phantoms erupting through the ground as the rift between the Vortex and Jamaa Prime started to grow weaker and weaker.
However, she was untouched except for some wounded breasts, which was embarrassing since all of the Jamaasian Heroes agreed to not show obscure body parts. Still, it was odd Snow seemed to hesitate to harm her.
Suddenly, just as Frost dug her claws into Snow's stomach to try to awaken their former ally, Snow hit her across the cheek and sent her flying into the trees.
"You cannot defy the Overlord without punishment!" growled Snow. A force from beyond told Vicky that was Snow, although the shaggy fur and red eyes made her seem alien.
Then, a few of their other allies came, not noticing that Vicky was the only one standing... probably summoned by the distortions happening. As Vicky stood, the ground beneath her seemed to rise and fall, and the other Jammers changing distances in seconds.
There was Pink standing there, Bunny (one of Frost's close friends), Ibp (another friend), an entire legion of rebels, and Raika.
"Allies, to me! Purify the shell!" growled Raika.
"Apophis shall get his sea back! We will all sink to the bottom of the ocean, but his allies will go to a haven the Overlord made for us!" screeched Snow, flailing and biting to get the others off.
Vicky, glaring at her corrupted sister, growled so deep down that it probably came from her heart.
Snow howled in pain as Raika's electrified claws dug into her spine.
Vicky took the opportunity to talk to her sister.
"Snow! Here!" cried Vicky.
Snow's head swiveled around like a spinny chair, and her mouth drooled with hatred. Hatred for everything that opposed Apophis. Fiery eyes that boiled with a longing to serve the "Overlord".
"My name is Zeppelin now. I do not know of this 'Snow' you speak of." growled the beast.
"Apophis does not care for anyone! He is sinking in his own greed for privacy! The chaos snake will devour the sun, then sink the world to make his world a reality!" Vicky cried. With her best voice, Vicky reached down into Snow's darkened heart.
Immediately she saw her sister's heart thumping, but slowed down by a poisonous muck that omitted fumes that made Vicky want to kill everyone in sight. Blood was pumped in and out, but this blood was slowly tainted by the ooze, crafted from the Chaos Serpent's very saliva, made to kill the victim after a set amount of Jammers were slayed. Apophis didn't care about who he killed to achieve his own greedy goals, and sunk himself in pleasure of other's terror and pain.
These hateful thoughts fueled Vicky's very actions, and drew her to unsheath her claws and look for the vein to cut to cut off the poison.
As she shrunk to be able to cut a vein, she felt the effort of being microscopic drain her, slowly eating away at her very own life force. If Vicky didn't retreat soon, Vicky would be stuck inside like a prisoner.
Blue and red blood thrummed like violin strings in the heart of Snow, blobs of blackness floating around. Inside, though, she felt a pure sensation: Snow's soul.
It was fighting its own hopeless war, resisting the forces of the poison as it overcame her body. There were only seconds left until Snow would be lost forever to the Phantoms.
"Which vein do I cut?" Vicky wailed desperately. She could feel the teeth of fatigue sinking into her maw, but her soul nobly resisted the inevitable. Vicky felt the pressure of flesh press down on her as she grew.
If the wrong vein was cut, Snow would perish. If she didn't cut one, though, a useful ally would forever be corrupted.. what she feared had already happened to Snowyclaw, their former leader.
Blood coated her fur, veins leaking onto her fur. Faintly, Vicky could hear the commotion of battle going on outside. Around her, like weak pipes, veins were cut as giant claws and teeth were sunk into Snow's body, looking for a way to purify her.
"Snow... if I make the wrong decision, please... forgive me. I cannot bear to live without you! Your headphones made the funkiest beat! Your warm body comforted me in this bitter winter age of this world! Help..."
Sobbing, Vicky slashed the darkest vein, and a sea of poison swamped her.

When she awoke, she lay on bloody sand, the water black with poison and the sky filled with purple fumes. Snow was now nearly purified, but her orb's protection was needed.
"Vicky... The pearl is in the Phantom Reef..." choked Raika. All of the combatants, once strong, were now lying on the sand like filthy rag dolls.
Reaching out, Mia's paw grasped her.
"For the sake of us... Zion's voice sounded like... something hellish... But pretty, like bells.... Go."
Her last word was solid, commanding, even.
Then, Mia went limp, slowly dying from blood loss.
Tears still stung Vicky's eyes, as she comprehended what she had to do.
Snow had somehow been strengthened to near-invincibility by the phantom that captured her, and now Jamaa was on the brink of extinction. All because she hadn't guarded her well!
"Only Frost is up to this, and she *sob* failed! I have no idea where our idol is! I need to do it... I hope it isn't too late... *huck*" Vicky howled, her own body in desperation, jittering like a three-legged table in an earthquake. Pink was in orb form, slowly dying, all of the Jamaasian Heroes were near death, if not already claimed by Zios, and all of their allies had died to give Vicky more time! Her life was now herby ruined, nobody had to tell her that.
"Maybe... maybe I can find a new home... Somewhere more peaceful like Blankworld or the 'real world'..."
Before she could think more, another geyser of phantoms erupted from the ground near her paw, and Vicky yelped.
"Its all up to me now.."

Diving into the sea, she saw the beautiful corals and residents were slowly being overwhelmed by the tide of darkness, bleaching the coral and turning the residents into deadly Water Troopers. (Those phantoms are deadly, finned phantoms, always made from the soul of an underwater resident, and a single shock can electrocute the entire region of the sea. Deadly, huh?) Vicky struggled to find air bubbles and go through the various caves to beat the poison to the reef where phantoms dwelled.
"If you are watching, Father.. please bless me. I need it." bubbled Vicky. It came out as "Moog off sljff gooja pteja ksfjskp yara", but it seemed as if the Sky Father understood.
A shield of light coated her, and the poison slid over it like it was solid metal. She even could breathe now. Saying her silent thanks and further prayers, Vicky managed to get some soda, and even make the light bubble faster.
Wiping the tears from her snout, Vicky managed to think that at least Zios serviced her. Maybe she could live with her father, watching the demise of the world as if it were an IMAX movie.
Sliding out, she found a vast reef of wonderful corals, jellyfish and marine life. There was only one problem: there were about a trillion clams there, and about 100 acres of sand to search, not counting deeper sand. It would take a lifetime to search it all for a particular pearl, let alone a single fish. Vicky had no idea how fish mated so quickly here.
Here and there, finned phantoms glanced at the brilliant-scaled fish as if they were walking hamburgers, but she had no time to wonder about that.
The fate of Jamaa depended on her finding Snow's orb, but that was hidden somewhere in this city of coral, and that would hinder her more than she anticipated.
The only way to get the pearl was to summon it.
Wait... she was kin to Snow, so she could do it! That was the best revelation she'd had in a long time, though Vicky.
Shutting her eyes, Vicky thought of all of the good times she had with her sibling. All of those times playing with Tinker Tots, all of those times later on racing through the fields, ignoring the icky black creatures pursing them several hundred yards back. Everything that they did, ignoring their heritage that would make them deities.
Laughing about that, she thought that they could have their own elite priests, bowing down to ivory statues of them in a marble temple with Pine-Sol polished pillars and the scent of burning incense carried on the summer breeze.
A golden aura surrounded each coral, as if they each were a miniature sun, and the sand shifted as if a serpent were burrowing at top speed through them, kicking up a musty cloud of sand.
Shaking her paws as the effort drained her, Vicky thought she saw the glimmer of a rainbow pearl lift up from the sand, startling a sleeping eel.
As if she had rehearsed all her life for this moment, Vicky said:
"O holy pearl, guardian of the legendary Snow, goddess of wintertime and impurity, purify the very deity and lift thee curse of slumber from the Sacred Heroes, I command you!" cried Vicky.
Obedient as a timid maid, the orb floated up, breaking the surface and bobbing like a buoy. Instantly, Vicky felt a tugging sensation in her gut as she felt Jamaa purify.
Her gaze broken by a fuzzy outline, Vicky felt her life slipping away.
"One last wish, Zios the genie (hee hee, thought Vicky), restore me to full health and bring me to see my sister!" mumbled Vicky. A moment passed and Vicky thought that-
A POP broke her thought, and she was sprawled on the sand, staring at her sister, tickling her with a feather.
"Good old days," she said to herself, and lay down, smiling.