A/N: any and all characters of 'Anastasia' belong to Fox Animation Studios and 20th Century Fox, while I only own the original characters.
Braedey Martin stumbles across an interesting book in a library, one that seemed to catch his attention. Afte...
Anya was now trapped, boxed in by the hedges and topiary bushes. Pooka barked as the green creatures seemed ready to spring at her. Anya firmly grabbed her gown, and she began to make a run for it through a small opening in the hedges. Pooka followed on, barking at all sides. Anya pushed on through, now tripping over as she and Pooka come up upon..
The bridge. The Pont Alexandre III deck arched bridge. There was nobody else around the bridge, with a low mist surrounding the structure.
After tripping over, Anya got to her feet, cleaning up her gown, Pooka standing next to her, all the while with the two looking around at where they are. It was too quiet for the bridge, which didn't settle well for the two of them.
"Anastasia..." A voice called evilly in the fog.
Anya stopped herself, then she slowly turned herself to face...
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Rasputin. A silhouette in the moonlight, and a shadow within the fog, hunched over and atrophied, the glowing Reliquary hanging on its string. He stepped closer, and Rasputin bowed cynically, cruelly.
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"Your Imperial Highness. Look what ten years has done to us. You: a beautiful young flower. And me: a rotting corpse." Rasputin snarled, finally stepping out of the fog, letting Anya see his face.
"That face!" Anya gasped in shock seeing this horrid man standing before her.
"Last seen at a party like this one..." Rasputin continued.
"A curse...." Anya whispered.
Rasputin ominously raised the Reliquary. "Followed by a tragic... night on the ice, REMEMBER!" He snarled.
Rasputin fired a stream of crackling smoke from the Reliquary! It iced the bridge, and everything around all it! Anya was thrown to the ground by the blast. The stone Cherub faces twisted horribly, growing fangs, pointed ears; they become devilish imps! The water seemed to turn to ice, almost like time had stopped itself.
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