Alright, people and non-peoples, a swarm of plot-bunnies have attacked once again, so I've decided to get started on yet ANOTHER fic.
Just so you don't get your hopes up too high, I'd like to say that I'm still working on the plot of this story and this is more of a teaser. I won't update ASAP, for I'm going to be working on editing my other fics, fixing a few mistakes and what-not.
I hope you all enjoy, please read and review (don't flame unless you have a death-wish) and I shall update once I am done with my other works… or until the plot-bunnies break into my room in the dead of night and beat me with sledgehammers (for the 18th time this year…)
I am not a hero.
Now my cousins, THEY'RE heroes… in a way.
Red likes to fool around with every hot guy she met (decided to quit once she found out she was hitting on her own nephew), and I always classified her as a slut… But, at least she was never afraid to show her feelings.
I was always in denial.
Goldilocks has a knack for breaking into houses and eating you out of house and home. And when she asks for something but doesn't get it, she throws a tantrum until she gets it (or finds a way to steal it). …At least she always asks first.
I normally just swipe 'n' go.
Snow White is a saint. She tents to visit the homeless at least twice a week, lives in a beautiful palace which she and her prince rule wisely, and has never made a selfish act, always doing good for others. She's basically the nicest person you could ever meet (just as long as no one offers her an apple).
People are lucky if I give them the time of day.
Then there's my friends, Pin and Wolf.
Pin used to be a puppet until the Blue Fairy (who I should mention was my mom) changed him into a real boy. Now, he's a professional monster-hunter who also works in his dad's toy-shop. He and I have been friends since we were 14, and have strong feelings for each other… well, HE has strong feelings for me.
I normally just ignore mine.
Wolf is a creature that's half wolf, half werewolf (we call these creatures wolfians) and, after proving he's more human than beast, inherited my mother's fairy-powers after I passed them down to him, and is possibly the most powerful fairy-hybrid out there. He also has strong feelings for me, which I didn't notice until he took a bullet for me.
Now, if you've read my fairytale, A Blu Fairytale (it should be on a shelf at your local library or book store. If not, then their branches have crappy sources) you would probably guess that I'm some brave heroine (no, not the drug) who saved the world, found true love, and blah blah blah.
Well, that's what I figured as well, but you know what happened? I had to go through a frickin' SEQUEL! And if you've watched enough movies, you should learn that a LOT of sequels suck and pretty much ruin the first story. Well, that's what happened to me: A sequel ruined my life, forcing me to go on a trek to stop another psycho-villain and nearly get myself killed.
And if the sequel itself wasn't enough, get this: It coincided with an adventure with three boys with three problems of their own, the villain had a crush on me, and I didn't get a wink of sleep until the little quest was OVER!
Believe me, two weeks without sleep can really ruin the rest of your day.
Anyway, as I was saying, the sequel brought out the worst in me. Not only that, but after taking down a mad sorcerer, the most feared werewolf in all the land, and a corrupt rhyming mayor, everyone STILL found me to be nothing but trouble, as if I were the villain rather than a hero! What, all because I used to pick-pocket them for cash, shop-lifted from a few stores, and gave even my closest friends attitude, I have to do MORE than save the world TWICE to get them to see me differently?
…Oh, did I leave out my old criminal life? Allow me to explain: My parents died in a fire when I was five, I was forced to live with my cousins when they were at their brattiest and framed me for almost everything, causing my aunts and uncles to see me as a trouble-maker no matter how much I tried to convince them of my innocence and tried not to be too much of a burden, and the entire town saw me as a 'poor little girl'.
One day I got sick of it and decided to go down the wrong road that lead to the criminal life, though I avoided drinking, drugs, and smoking for my parent's sake. Because of this, I was excluded from my cousins' fairytales, even though I knew what REALLY happened, which only made my habits grow worse.
I suppose you could say my life is like that tale, 'Beauty and the Beast' (which is the tale of how my mom met my dad), only I'm not Belle or Mary (depending on which story you read, there's like, two different versions as I can tell…). Nope, as you can tell by now, I'm more of the beast (I suppose I get it from my dad's side). Short-tempered, ill-mannered, self-centered, and loathed by everyone.
But, every beast has a beauty, so perhaps I have one…
Just so you know, that last statement was sarcasm.
Well, enough of my life-story. I suppose you're expecting another tale full of adventures with twists and turns and all that shit, right? *sigh* Fine, but this is the LAST ONE. You ask for another, and I'm going to hunt you down and kick your ass.
It started the year I turned 21. My next biggest migraine came along when HE showed up…