[ WP ] A story where the villain/antagonist wins .

Plague smiled as the blade slipped inside the Majicman. The unearthly squish as the blade came back out from the other side, interestingly not as bloodied as she hoped. But there were some spurts from the wound. She had definitely hit an artery. 
 
 The Majicman fell. Plague kept hold of the blade so it would slip back out as he dropped. This time, the blade was pleasingly bloody. Plague took the blade to her face and sniffed it. Then, licked it. And felt the metallic tang of the iron in it electrify her own blood. She looked up towards the sky and closed her eyes. It was done. Her rival lay dead at her feet. There was no more Majicman. There was no one else to stop her. 
 
 She sat down heavily, her thoughts in shambles. And she saw the Majicman stir. Plague readied her blade for a quick thrust to the neck, but she heard him speak. `` Was it all business, or was it personal?'' he asked, struggling to form the words. 
 
 She could only stare in confusion. `` You took my daughter away from me.'' she said, fighting back tears. She could n't bare to think what was going through her daughter's mind. She would be so afraid and alone. `` You took away people's daughters, too. And their husbands and wives. You took so many people away from their loved ones. You're insane. You could n't take care of your daughter-'' that was about as far as the Majicman got before Plague struck him on the neck, letting out a shrill scream.
