Disclaimer: Toy Story does not belong to me, unfortunately. If it did, the ending to the last would be just ever so different.
A/N So...I've had this idea in my head for a while and I've just decided to write in down. A/N
The everlasting sunlight easily nestled on above the bungallow of Katrielle Hay, reflecting off the slick surface of the bedded roof.
The light autumn breeze sent leaves of all colours to bristle through the winds, only to pile up at the first sign of a stubborn tree that stood along the roadside in the familiar neighbourhood, bracing themselves for the cold winter that lay ahead.
As the nights were becoming darker and much colder, Katrielle found herself on the front porch much earlier in the afternoon.
Even though she was well into her seventies by now, she was still able to scowl at the youth. The way they acted like they ruled the world irritated her; how they took everything for granted annoyed her; just kids in general made her skin crawl in a sick mannered way.
That was why she scared them away; no-one ever dared to enter her garden.
Stood at the front of her garden were four wooden planks. All four were for a purpose and each held a rag doll strapped onto the suface. The two planks that stood next to each other in the middle both held a rag doll of the same size, but the figures of the dolls were different, as if they were made for different genders. However, the rag dolls that stood on the outside were of different sizes and figures, even though both were different from the ones in the middle. The fabrics of the rag dolls were just colourless cloth and there heads were made of plastic, but no features on the faces were visable. The limbs were floppy at the sides, as if they were just waiting for the feautures to be drawn into them.
For Katrielle Hay, this was normal for her.
For all the passerby's, it showed that the old woman was plain crazy. If only they knew what she could really do...
But it was lucky that she knew who and what the rag dolls were for; she was soon to be staring at them.
Her attention was abruptly caught by a set of four children in the distance as she gently moved forwards and backwards on her rocking chair. A wild mass of white hair scattered itself upon the base of her head and her bottom lip always stuck out abnormally: Just one more thing to add to the list of why everyone avoided her.
It wasn't long before the kids ran up to the pavement in front of her desolate garden.
"Peter!" Jessica Jane exclaimed. "Don't mess with that!"
Peter and Petunia Mason were two of a set of triplets. Their sister, Pertrand, was home sick with Influenza.
The forth kid was Woody Pride, the oldest of the four, older than Jessie by a few months. The four of them had all at one point lived at the local orphanage, but the triplets had been adopted by Mr and Mrs Mason, who had a set of strangled obedient triplets already; it was like a phase.
But at eight-years-old, Woody and Jessie had yet to come across adoptive parents. They were both older that the other two by at least two years,
"Peter don't!" Woody demanded as Peter struck the match alight. God knows where he found them, but Woody and Jessie didn't care about that. It was the fact that he had them that mattered. It could cause some serious trouble.
"Gimme that," Jessie ordered as she attempted to snatch the match from the boys hand. But this proved unsuccessful when she accidentally knocked it out of his hand and onto the grass.
Mrs Hay fiddled with a silver ring in her weak hands. The ring glowed a strange tone of scarlet red.
Jessie's eyes widened as the fire from the match spread itself like a fire through dense woods, over the grass. The whole garden was being set alight in flames.
However, Mrs Hay just sat there. No scowl appeared on her lips. But it sure did radiate within her.
Woody gasped as he took hold of Jessie's hand. They didn't allow themselves to observe the damage, as the two of them fled the scene abruptly.
"Get outta here!" Woody ordered, indicating Pete and Pertrand.
However, Peter and Pertrand did observe the damage. The fire had already engulfed the two middle planks, incinerating the rag dolls, but it didn't dare threaten the other two.
Mrs Hay grimaced as she sent a mental message to the other two.
'I'll get you later. You'll pay. That I swear.'
It was a case of forgetfulness as they grew up that made Woody and Jessie forget that message. In fact, they didn't remember why they hated her in the first place.
But Katrielle Hay never forgot.
She had a grudge to keep.
Peter and Pertrand were never seen alive by Woody and Jessie again.
A/N So, this is the first chapter, I had told myself that I wasn't going to write this down, but I had it on my mind for too long to help myself. But I still hope you enjoyed it!
The inspiration for this idea actually came to me whilst I went to visit my Grand-dad in his retirement home and there was this woman, bless her, that really creeped me out...lol.
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