The Beast

It had only been five minutes since I had been trapped in this hellhole. My breaths were long and sharp, trying to calm myself down. There was a clattering sound outside and the door opened for me. I stood up slowly in case it was her again.

"Don't be scared, Red." A male voice said from outside, "I'm just here to take you to your room."

"My room?"

"Do you want to stay in here for the rest of your life?"

"No, not really."

I looked around for some sort of weapon but failed to see one. I tip-toed out of the cell and looked around for the source of the voice.

"Hey." A voice said behind me.

Startled, I punched the person in the gut. He fell to the ground then pulled himself up with great difficulty. I bit my lip, "Sorry."

He shook his head, "No problem. I shouldn't have freaked you out like that."

"Yeah, no shit." I rolled my eyes, "Who are you?"

"The name's Ty." He reached his hand out to me. It was then that I noticed something was wrong with it. It was a pale brown and very veiny. I looked up at him and saw the rest of it was the same. His fingers were chewed off to the nub, and he was a hunchback. In other words, he was very unattractive.

"Don't be scared." He thrusted his hand closer to me and I shook it with caution.

"Now, please follow me."

"Ty!" A voice shouted, and a brown-haired teenager walked up the stairs, "What do you think you're doing? Your sister will kill you if she saw all this!"

"Ah, cool it James."

"I will not. This is…this is…" He tapped his chin, searching for the right word. "This is a bad idea!"

"James, would you rather have your smarts back or be trapped here for the rest of your life?"

I watched the two go back and forth, until Ty motioned me to follow him. James looked appalled by the idea and stuttered.

"Don't worry." Ty assured, gently bumping him on the head.

They led me downstairs to the first floor. James was walking in front of me while Ty kept a steady pace next to me, "I hope we didn't scare you too much."

"Why would I be scared? I was only just trapped here for the rest of my life."

"I am here to help you anytime you need. This house is your home now, and you may go anywhere you like."

"Except the West Wing." James said.

Ty glared at the teenage boy, who put his hands over his mouth. He cursed himself and smiled at me, "Which we don't have."

"Why? What's in the West Wing?"

"Nothing." Ty said.

"Nothing." James aid.

"Bugs and dust."

"Bugs and dust."

"That's it."

"That's it."

"Now, if you'll follow me to the East Wing." James said, picking up the pace.

"The only wing." Ty said.

We reached the room quickly. The monstrous teenager opened the door for me and as I walked in, I thought I was in haven. The room was awfully dust but was still beautiful. There was a lovely wardrobe in the corner and a large stained-glass window next to a queen-sized bed.

"It's beautiful." I admired, looking up at the suns and moons that were painted on the ceiling.

"I'm glad you like it. My sister only wanted the best for you." He walked over to the bed and jumped onto it, which emitted a large cloud of dust.

"Sorry. We weren't exactly expecting guests."

I chuckled and seconds later, a teenage woman entered my room holding a broom and dustpan. She was wearing a torn mud brown dress and stained black flats. Her hair was up in a messy side bun.

"Hello there." She greeted in a foreign accent, "Forgive my appearance." She said, noticing my focus on her hideous outfit.

"Sorry." I apologized.

The girl ignored me and danced across the room, cleaning every inch of the place. When she was close enough to him Ty reached out and pulled the girl close.

"No, Ty." She said, turning away from him and covering her chest, "I look horrid."

"And so do I." He pointed out, "just look at me."

"No. I am too ashamed."

He grabbed her shoulders and spun her around, "Tinka, look at me. I am one ugly chunk of man, aren't I?"

She laughed, "Vell, yes."

"And you still love me?"


"Then that is how I feel about you." He leaned in to kiss her, but James cleared his throat. The two parted.

I looked around the room curiously, my eyes falling on the wardrobe.

"If I had the ability I vould dress you myself." Tinka said, following my gaze, "But I am too drab for this world."

She buried her head into Ty's chest.

"Would you like to be left alone, CeCe?" James asked.

"Yeah, actually."

The three nodded and shut the door quietly in my room. I sat down on my bed and frowned. Was this hopeless? That girl had given me a room now, so there must be some good in her. But what did a little bit of good do when you were trapped forever?

Back in Chicago, in a Pizza place called Crusty's a handsome young man was sipping soda while talking to his good friend Deuce.

"Just imagine it, Deuce. A romantic dinner at my apartment, my latest recipe cooking in the oven. Adorable children running around us in the future as I return home to my love and her freshly cooked meal. But what does CeCe say? I will never be your girlfriend, Logan!"

"There are other girls, you know." Deuce said, motioning to three richly dressed girls at the table next to them. They lifted their heads up in anticipation.

He shook his head, "No. I don't waste my time on basic girls like them."

They pouted and looked down at the table.

Ten minutes later Georgia Jones ran into the room, "Y-You have to help me." She stuttered, "It's CeCe! She's got…she's got CeCe. She's locked in a cell."

"Who's got her?" An employee asked.

"A beast!" She said.

"A huge, frightening beast!"

Everyone burst into laughter, Logan stared at my Mother with interest.

"My daughter's life is in danger, why are you laughing? This is no joke!" He heaved in for air, "Her house is at the edge of town."

Logan raised himself up in curiosity.

"Georgia, you're insane." A female employee commented.

"Listen to me!" She shouted, "The best is real. Don't you understand? Will anyone help me?"

"I'll help, Mrs. Jones." Logan said, standing up.

"You will?" Deuce asked, looking up at his friend strangely.

"Stop making fun of her at once!" He shouted.

"Thank you, Logan." My Mother said.

"Lead us to the beast."

My Mother nodded and guided him out the door to her Squad Car.

In the castle, everyone was hustling and bustling at the news of me being in the castle. Especially young Henry Miller, who was bursting with excitement. He ran through the halls over to his mother, "Mama! There's a girl in the house!"

Like everyone else in the house, a curse was on him. For the Enchantress hadn't only placed a curse on Rocky, but them too. Though they didn't know which was worse. The curse had caused all who lived there to lose an important part of themselves. For example, young Henry had once adored the use of long words. But now he could only speak with shorter ones.

"I know, Darling, I know." Answered young Mrs. Miller, who's once young nature had aged to ancient.

"What do you think she's like?" He asked eagerly, "I'm too excited!"

Rocky walked quietly into the dining room and sat herself down into the largest chair (she was awfully tall, after all). She looked up at the place set across the table. A long growl escaped her lips and she slammed her fists onto the table.

"Ty!" She shouted, bursting into the room, angrily stomping towards her brother.

James squeaked and hid behind Ty.

"Cool it dude, let me do the talking.

"You're making her dinner?"

"I thought you'd might like to have someone to talk to."

"I just want to tell you that I had no place in all this. Making dinner, giving her a bedroom."

"You gave her a bedroom?"

"No, no, no. He gave her a bedroom."

"True. But if this girl is the one who can break the spell, then maybe you could start by having dinner to flirt with her!" He turned to the teen beside him, "Good thinking James."


"That's the most ridiculous idea I have ever heard. Flirt with the prisoner, please!"

"You have to try. Everyday, our conditions get worse."

"She's the daughter of a robber. That makes her no different." Rocky said.

"Now, judging isn't going to do you any good, now is it?" Mrs. Miller pointed out.

Rocky growled and followed her brother to my room, knocking furiously against the door.

"Join me for dinner." She ordered.

"Gently, Ma'am." Mrs. Miller said.

Rocky sighed and knocked on the door quieter.

"Just a sec!" I called.

"See? She answered right away. Now remember, be gentle."

"Will you join me for dinner?" I heard her ask.

"Oh, so first you put me in jail and now you want to eat dinner with me? Are you insane?"

Rocky growled and banged so hard on the door I was surprised it didn't break.

"I told you to join me for dinner!"

"And I told you no!" I shouted back, "I'd rather starve than eat with you."

"Well be my guest!" She shouted in return, "Go ahead and starve. I don't care."

She turned to her brother, "If she won't eat with me, then she doesn't eat at all."

I heard the loud stomps of her feet echo in the hallways, until they disappeared out the door. I sighed and collapsed onto my bed.

What had I gotten myself into?