Smurfageddon
an excerpt

-PFASH- The illumination spell was childs play to even a novice magic-user, yet incredibly useful. Gargamel rather liked the results, as well.
The floating, glowing green ball of light he had just materialized gave off more than enough light to make his now upwards crawl easier.
The old wizard always thought it looked good, as well. Theatrics could add much to any spells effect, Gargamel had always believed.
Certainly his new friend agreed, with HIS background.
The ball of light was just starting to fade out when a strong hand suddenly burst through the ground above and violently grabbed a handful of what was left of Gargamels pitch black hair. The old wizards mouth was gagged before he was even fully pulled from the dark, muddy earth.
He knew he was in trouble.
No voice, no spells.
No spells, no magic.
Gargamel, the dark wizard of chaos, the murderer of a hundred Smurfs, was helpless.
A sharp, hard shot to the back of the neck had him close to unconsciousness when he felt them.
Dozens, maybe more, of tiny hands.
Grabbing, clutching, clawing, tearing at his robes, his flesh.
He faintly heard the rattle of chains and what sounded like laughter before the world went black.