Fairytale Gone Bad: Chapter 1

I ran to the Asylum door as fast as I can, Gilbert still in my arms.

My hair must’ve been sticking to my tear-and-sweat-stained cheeks, my brown eyes darting left and right.

Then I found it.

It was a silver door neatly placed on the hard-wood floor. It was about as big as half a normal door, the knob nowhere in sight.
Gramama told me a lot about the Asylum.

The Asylum used to be a library but they turned it into some sort of storm shelter.

Except it wasn’t for storms.

I put Gilbert down on the floor, but not without him meowing in complaint. I then tapped the door and it immediately swung open, almost whacking me upside the head.

“Gilbert” I motioned to the feline that was back in my arms.
He disdainfully looked up at me, as if saying ‘Why do I have to go first?’

But he still jumped out of my arms and into the darkness. I followed soon after.

My hand brushed the banister. It felt like Mahogany or Oak wood, I couldn’t tell. The steps, because of age, squealed in protest.
After a few 10 or more steps, I heard a loud bang followed closely by pitch-black darkness.

“Gilbert?” I yelled , desperately searching for something to hold on to in the dark.

I think I might have tripped on something because I fell.I was still on the stairs, most likely very near the bottom since I didn’t fall down very much.

Suddenly light flooded the room and the first thing I saw was Gilbert, a smirk plastered on his face.

“Please tell me you were the one that flicked it open...” I pleaded. If it weren’t him, someone else was in here.
Gilbert just nodded and licked me on the cheek, as if telling me to get the hell up.

“Okay! Okay! I’m up!” I dusted myself off and sat at the grey-blue ottoman nearest me.

I saw Gilbert shake his head. He then lifted a paw up to his furry cheek.

I tilted my head to the side in confusion, but mimicked his actions anyway.

He shook his head and pointed to the same cheek again, as if mocking me for not knowing.

It hit me!

I brushed my fingertips over my other cheek. Hot sticky liquid clung to my fingers.

Gilbert’s saliva?

I dabbed my cheek with my fingertips again and looked up at my hand.

Blood. Oozing red down my fingers. It sickened me, my stomach twisted, but I had to stay strong.

“I guess I cut my cheek falling down the steps!” I smiled nervously.

Gilbert shook his head.

“No?” I asked, confused.

Gilbert pointed to the side of his forehead.
I poked mine with my pointer finger.

A sudden surge of pain went through me “Guess I didn’t land too good, huh?” I giggled sadly.

Gilbert seemed to have sighed and left the room.

“Gilbert?” I blinked a few times before I stood up and followed suit.

Happily Ever After: Prologue

Flower petals momentarily swirled around the girl that suddenly appeared out of  nowhere, her white feline licking her paw.

The girl’s blue eyes seemed to widen when she looked around at her surroundings “UFU~! Primula~! Earth is so different from the books, huh?”

The trees had shades of red, orange and yellow. The leaves falling down gingerly, the birds chirping and flying around the park they were currently in.

The birds that interested her the most were the mocking jays that flew around. She whistled a tune that they copied easily, amusing the girl.

“You stupid idiot! We are not here for sight-seeing!” The cat snapped “We are here to get your wings and fast!”

The girl looked down in shame “Sorry...”

The brown cat just shook her head making the girl clutch the jar tighter.

The girl then sat on a swing and put the empty little jar on the floor.

“Fratello! Look it’s a Bella Signora!” a unfamiliar voice chirped “She looks lost, ve~! We should-a help!”

“Oi! You come back here!” Another voice, almost familiar to the first, yelled.

That’s when the girl looked up seeing a pair of twins, almost identical to each other

“Ve~! Bella Signora~! I’m-a Veneziano and this is-a Mio Fratello Romano~!” He held out his hand.

Veneziano seemed cheery and energetic, his eyes the same shade of brown as his hair. He wore a black vest over a white long sleeve button up shirt with a collar, a red tie around his neck and a waist apron tied around his waist(DUH!). His dress pants were black, matching his outfit, and were tucked into high combat boots.

Romano seemed less cheery and more grumpy, his white button up long sleeves rolled up to his elbows. He wore the same tie and vest, though, as well as the same pants and boots. He didn’t wear a waist apron though and his eyes were a green shade

The girl nodded “I’m Isabella de la Cruz!”

Farytale Gone Bad: Prologue

[3rd Person]

‘People never notice this road, much less walk down here…’ The tan-skinned girl thought, looking up from her small bouquet.

She watched the man in the expensive black suit walk, very casually, closer to her house.

She dropped all of her flowers and grabbed her binoculars that hung loosely around her neck.

From her perch on the lawn, Isabella could’ve seen anything.

She zoomed into the man and saw a flash of brown on the back of his hand.

She knew exactly what it was.

It was a quadruple Ouroboros. Four snakes eating each other’s tails.

Her chocolate-brown eyes widened. She dropped her binoculars on the green grass and ran to her cat.

“Gilbert! Um… U-uh… Qui…” She paused. How could she forget at a time like this?! “Man-man-manducat… cla-cauda.”

Gilbert, her snow-white feline, looked up from the water hose he was trying to capture in complete shock.

“Qui Manducat Caudia!” The girl yelled louder

Gilbert nodded and swiftly ran to the house.

Isabella followed suit but stopped mid-way.

Wind tussled her hair as she looked back at the stranger.

He was already halfway to her house

She tucked her black hair behind her ear and ran, catching up to her cat.


***

Isabella burst through the door “Bruder! Fratello! Ani!”

Her Gramama came through the kitchen door.

“Ah~! Fiorellino~! Your Fratello left! Mi dispiace... Perché? Why do you need him?” The old woman wiped her hands on her apron.

“Gramama! They’re here! It’s here!” Isabella panicked, picking Gilbert up from the floor and drawing him close to her.

Gramama dropped the apron she had just untied from her waist

“Fiorellino! Hide now!” Her Gramama yelled

“Stai Zitto! I’m not leaving without you, Gramama, and Fratello!” Isabella yelled, tears threatening to fall, as she held Gilbert closer.

She never thought this would happen.

“No-No, Fiorellino! Mi dispiace tanto...” Her Gramama muttered

She knelt down and put a hand on Isabella’s tear stained cheeks “We’ll a-find you, okay? After-a all of this we’ll a-find you! Mi dispiace, Fiorellino”

Isabella slowly nodded and held her hand out “Pinky swear?” She muttered as she stuck out her pinky.

“Mi Fiorellino! Aren’t you-“ Her Gramama started but she changed her mind “Sí! Pinky swear!”

They both intertwined each other’s pinkies together.

“Gramama... Be safe” She, Isabella, muttered as she dashed away.

Gilbert, who was still in her embrace, looked at the panicked girl. He was the only one that actually heard what Isabella said, the  look of worry was apparent in his gleaming red eyes.

Only one thought surged in each other’s brains.

Protect each other, no matter what and at any cost.