I loved it your stories they flow so naturally and you maintain my attention thorough you really connect with the characters being with them at all times even at events like shaving and you write a story to make such events entertaining takes real talent. I could read them all day it's so realistic so you feel as a reader more invested
I love the ending with Gren the most I like writers who take risks and it was fun to see how far you were going to take it, but you achieved it that event was beautifully written and described excellently without going overboard with being to graphic it was nice
Ethan sat in the bathtub, warm water dancing across his legs. The bubbles grew quickly and piled around his body. Ethan takes his index fing… moreer and begins poking the larger bubbles; the steam envelopes the bathroom and allowed Ethan to inhale and sink deeper into the water. It felt wonderful against his skin. Madame Butterfly plays softly from his ipod. Emily was right for once; taking the time for himself is indeed what he wanted and desperatly needed. He'd never admit it to Peter though.
Ethan grab a near by rag and gently presses it along his arm and legs.
"Ohhhh yeah...this is nice..."
Without warning, Peter runs into the bathroom. Wearing only his boxers, he frantically searches the medicine cabinet and nearby Whicker baskets. Glaring at his brother, Ethan watches the train wreck unfold before his very eyes. Peter grabs the ipod and examines the artist.
"You like this stuff, bro?"
Annoyed, Ethan throws the wet rag at Peter'… [view original content]
Now this made me smile you always write such romantic stories emmy I hope Roberts get the girl poor guy is so sad expertly written and beautifully told as always :'D
Robert sat impatiently on the edge of his messy bed with an empty notebook page in his hand.
"What should I say?" He said to himself out … moreloud. He tended to talk to himself when he was alone. Pulling the cap off of his pen, he began to doodle on the page for inspiration.
"I wish I could draw like Elora..." He said to himself. "Or play instruments like Ash, or sports like Noah. Damn it, I'm such a loser..."
The door pushed open widely and with out warning. "You're not a loser," Ash said, kicking debris out of the way as she stepped in his room. "You write fantastically."
"Then why can't I think of a single thing to say?" He asked her. He stopped draw and tore the page from his notebook out, crumpling it and throwing it into the abyss of garbage that was his room.
"Because you want your words to mean everything in the world," She responded, plopping down next to him on his bed. "You should probably start with 'Dear Beauty' or some… [view original content]
Thanks guys and gals for all the welcome back messages and all the nice things you said I missed this place and you guys plus your kindness just reminded me why thank you all so much :'D
My reaction when seeing your name on the thread again
1st off, nice to see you again, Mark. Wonderful to see a familiar face once mo… morere. 2nd, this had me cringing due to Bigby and him being so serious and against Christmas. Well, I would be to if Santa forgot me and my son was taken away. Plus, killer Elves, the snow...yeah...
I loved this. Can't wait to see about that whole trap door. Hopefully Bigby finds his Christmas spirit but, you know....it's Bigby. xD
Bigby dropped down into santaworkshop it was full of toy machines, candy, Christmas trees, decorations, beautiful Christmas music and jolly elves it fulfilled every sterotype you could imagine overlooking this childish heaven was a big fat man in red
Santa: Bigby HO HO HO MERRY CHRISTMAS
Bigby: Shut it fatty WHERE MY SON!!
Santa: Not a very Christmassy greeting why must you be the Grinch of this workshop
Bigby: NO MORE GAMES(sprints towards santa with his claws his animal instinct kicked in all he could see was the man who haunted his nightmares
Santa asked for the elves to move aside as he laughed an evil grin appeared across his face as he watched this beast jump towards him to rip him apart
Santa raises his hand and freezes bigby mid- air Bigby kicked frantically but was helpless elevated in the air as Santa watched with Glee
Santa: HO HO You think Santa survived all these years without some tricks we had some naughty fables before trying to steal our beloved presents I’m afraid no presents for you this year your going on the naughty list
Bigby: PUT ME DOWN!! you never gave me a present anyway but you took everything from ME!!
Santa: Naughty kids don’t deserve any presents silly
Bigby: OH you piece of sh*t every kid deserves a present at Christmas
Santa: Murderers, stealers, nasty kids are you a hambug?
Bigby: Have you ever asked why they act that way it’s people like you that create them you judge people at face value why not judge them from their experiences they had to deal with, maybe they act out because in their lives they never felt love just pain maybe another cold Christmas without a present again drove them mad as they watched other kids play together with their presents.
YOU COULD HAVE SAVED THEM give them a gift a small act in their miserable lives could change everything they always will be a second chance because there’s always be a tomorrow. There are no bad kids on Christmas day
Santa: I like you Bigby so I will not instantly kill you but explain why I kidnapped your brother and son.
Bigby: TELL ME
Santa: Look let’s just say we have developed technology which enables us to predict a kids future. You for example look even today you killed hundreds of polar bears and an elve look at your life as a fable you are invincible right now unstoppable at your peak.
Imagine if your circumstances as a kid changed and you turned evil nothing could stop you everyone would be dead so we must take necessary steps to nip potential evil fables in the bud contain them before they become unstoppable while they are still are kids and containable we are heroes.
Bigby: My son and brother are not evil LIES!!
Santa: Bigby they became some of the worst killers fable town has ever seen we seen it!!
Bigby: IMPOSSIBLE everyone deserves a chance being punished for mistakes we have yet to make crosses the line we are not gods
Santa: OK Did you finish that snowman with your son? Did you even buy him a present or were you too self-obsessed with your own problems with your bro? Aren’t you mad, violent and use bad language all the time not even Christmas cheers you up your work makes you nearly die everyday do you think your kid is blind to this and it doesn’t affect him? As for your bro your know what your childhood was like a filthy animal your lucky you turned out ok so I didn’t have to kidnap you too
Bigby(tears roll down his face but then a wry smile appears as he lights a cigarette and smokes still elevated) You f**ked up with me I am far from ok
Bigby Kicks off his boot still elevated it hits and cuts a wire in a toy machine which instantly shoots petrol straight in Santas face
Santa is blinded and Bigby drops to the floor released from the his mid-air prison
Bigby: SMOKING KILLS you know (Spits out his cigarette onto the petrol squirting out of the wire it follows the line into santa’s face then explodes instantly killing him)
Bigby then searches the top deck and finds a hidden hatch beneath which he opened and found dozens of kids including his brother and son
Bigby:(drops to his knees in tears) MY SON MY BRO
Wolverine: Every christmas I dreamed of this day(hugs)
Wolfy: DAD I knew you would save us(hugs)
Bigby: Wait here they are hundreds of elves blocking our escape I will take care of it get their attention and I want you to run ok?
Wolverine: But I want to help!!
Wolfy: Please me to you’ll die
Bigby; YOU need to protect my son and the others I need you to leave I beg you
Wolverine: Ok brother(hugs)
Bigby ran out to greet the elves awaiting him he could see their sharp teeth they were holding pocket knives to all the little eyes fixed on him they sensed fear and they wanted his blood some were waiting on higher floors with arrow rope guns to trap the beast if he turned into a wolf
Bigby: (tears in his eyes) RUN NOW!!
Bigby turned into a massive beast and ran at the elves instantly killing dozens but he grew tired the pocket knives cuts seemed to hurt more with each stab, the arrow guns they were hundreds filled his body he was trapped and at the mercy of the elves but that gave the wolverine and wolfy and the others enough time to escape.
But just before Wolverine closed the hatch being the last of the prisoners from escaping he saw his brothers last moments of life before him
Wolverine: OH F** K THIS
Wolverine dropped back down into Santa’s workshop the vibration from his landing knocked over the elves.
His metals claws ripped out of his hands and he roared running at the elves they froze out of pure fear of this beast running at them he ripped them apart like rag dolls the snipers tried the rope guns and he would just catch the bullet in his claws and dag them down Santa workshop became a pool of blood.
Suddenly the last elve appeared it had bombs strapped to its chest enough to take down the whole workshop killing everyone it was game over. Wolverine would be dead before he even reached him in seconds the place would be ash
Elve: YOU DESTROYED CHRISTMAS(Puts hand on trigger)
But like a Christmas miracle a massive unknown beast ripped apart the elve from behind his back he never saw it coming.
Wolverine: That’s my boy wolfy
Wolfy and Wolverine quickly cuts all the ropes off bigby but it was too late he has passed
Wolfy:(tears and hugs) DAD NOOOOOOOOOO
Wolverine: (A tear rolled down wolverines face and bows) He died a hero we need to leave this place NOW it’s going to collapse any second
Wolfy: I WANT TO DIE WITH HIM
Wolverine: Son you’re the only thing that keeps him alive in this world through you
Wolverine: (looks at a lifeless Santa) I wonder
Wolverine takes off Santa clothes and puts them on maybe his powers are derived from the suit he thought suddenly Wolverine felt a godlike power flow through him he was right. A smirk went across his face
Wolverine: Make a wish
Wolfy(ignorant to what just happened) I wish my dad was alive and I was home with my mom
Wolverine:(nods)
The whole room went black as if they were sucked into a black hole
They all awoke are a table full of Christmas dinner awaiting them it was Snow, Bigby, wolfy and Woverine together at the table.
They all just looked at each and smiled nothing needed to be said they got their christmas miracle
Wolverine: WHERE MY KNIFE AND FORK brother
Bigby: You Have metal claws
Wolfy: Can I?
Bigby: NO!!
Snow: Whatever it’s Christmas
Ever since that day the Wolverine became the new Santa and every kid got a toy on christmas day
Bigby new favourite day of the year was christmas because he always got what he wanted he saw his brother every year for dinner with the family
Wolfy the future killer future was changed forever that day bigby became the father he deserved and one day he would succeed him and become the best detective the town has ever seen just like his father his hero.
Mark! What a pleasant surprise. My eyes widen also at the sight of you and Joker with a Santa hat on. xD
Poor Bigby having his brother t… moreaken, and now his and Snow's son being taken! It surely can't be Santa that's been stealing them, can it? Either way, Bigby sure showed those polar bears who's boss; and he even got in on the Joker act himself with the joke at the end as he threw the Elve into all the snow.
Mark! I remember you! Although we knew one another for so little time, its nice to see you trollin' the threads once more. Welcome back and great story, btw.
Now this made me smile you always write such romantic stories emmy I hope Roberts get the girl poor guy is so sad expertly written and beautifully told as always :'D
My Reaction after finishing the final chapter of my story
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FONN-0uoTHI
Bigby dropped down into santawor… morekshop it was full of toy machines, candy, Christmas trees, decorations, beautiful Christmas music and jolly elves it fulfilled every sterotype you could imagine overlooking this childish heaven was a big fat man in red
Santa: Bigby HO HO HO MERRY CHRISTMAS
Bigby: Shut it fatty WHERE MY SON!!
Santa: Not a very Christmassy greeting why must you be the Grinch of this workshop
Bigby: NO MORE GAMES(sprints towards santa with his claws his animal instinct kicked in all he could see was the man who haunted his nightmares
Santa asked for the elves to move aside as he laughed an evil grin appeared across his face as he watched this beast jump towards him to rip him apart
Santa raises his hand and freezes bigby mid- air Bigby kicked frantically but was helpless elevated in the air as Santa wat… [view original content]
I loved everything about this. 1st off, I know have a better understanding of Ethan. I adore him with his Opera and bubble baths. :P And Pet… moreer just walking in; I thought it was funny when Peter returned with thse twenties and said they were for Ethan. XD
"Soooo....THIS is how you'd spend a relaxing day off? Shaving, walking around in your under garments and bothering me? You did this plenty of times during high school and the only difference NOW is mom isn't here to constantly pester you to put on pants."
XD XD Ethan indeed hase his comical moments. And I believe him when he states Peter did this in hs.
Ethan sighs. "Am I expecting Miss Holly to still BE here when I return?"
Peter laughs. "Weeeeell, if you DO hear the radio, than-"
"STOP!" Ethan holds up his hand. "Just....ewwww. Stop. Please."
These two together DO make quite a team; I can only imagine how the Business office is now and how Michelle… [view original content]
After all this time, I'm glad you still enjoy the stories I throw out there. I always try to aim for a topic and or lesson the stories are carried out in. And as a writer, I'm glad the readers are enjoying them, too.
Also, I have grown to Gren and felt like he needed more. Also happy the ending wasn't too bad; I know better than to flat out make it into porn. JJ said it better than I ever could: like those cheesy romance novels. xD Just enough description.
I loved it your stories they flow so naturally and you maintain my attention thorough you really connect with the characters being with them… more at all times even at events like shaving and you write a story to make such events entertaining takes real talent. I could read them all day it's so realistic so you feel as a reader more invested
I love the ending with Gren the most I like writers who take risks and it was fun to see how far you were going to take it, but you achieved it that event was beautifully written and described excellently without going overboard with being to graphic it was nice
Bigby: SMOKING KILLS you know (Spits out his cigarette onto the petrol squirting out of the wire it follows the line into santa’s face then explodes instantly killing him)
Like a true badass, Bigby. Like a true badass. I do have to agree with Stone before me. It does have The Sparks Among Us feel to it. Ahh, yes...so long ago. Also, enjoyed the Train music video. Did wonders!
My Reaction after finishing the final chapter of my story
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FONN-0uoTHI
Bigby dropped down into santawor… morekshop it was full of toy machines, candy, Christmas trees, decorations, beautiful Christmas music and jolly elves it fulfilled every sterotype you could imagine overlooking this childish heaven was a big fat man in red
Santa: Bigby HO HO HO MERRY CHRISTMAS
Bigby: Shut it fatty WHERE MY SON!!
Santa: Not a very Christmassy greeting why must you be the Grinch of this workshop
Bigby: NO MORE GAMES(sprints towards santa with his claws his animal instinct kicked in all he could see was the man who haunted his nightmares
Santa asked for the elves to move aside as he laughed an evil grin appeared across his face as he watched this beast jump towards him to rip him apart
Santa raises his hand and freezes bigby mid- air Bigby kicked frantically but was helpless elevated in the air as Santa wat… [view original content]
Her lips formed a straight line as she went through the seemingly endless stacks of paperwork before her. If one had told her that working alongside Medusa and would result in such vast amounts of paperwork Scarlett may had reconsidered. The papers mainly consisted of art and snakes Medusa had her eyes on, why this woman was so passionate about snakes was understandable, but art was another thing. Beauty was a fleeting thing, and spending thousands of dollars on something that would always fade seemed pointless to her... but perhaps this was where the hypocrite side of her shown, she did have a weakness for the finer things in life such as jewelry and clothing.
The building was silent, apart from the usual footsteps and faint gossip from incubuses and succubus about what they could possibly expect. Scarlett was well knew plenty about these demons and why Medusa usually hired these. Smart, sly, opened minded, all these traits were desired to work alongside Medusa. Creatures that could lure you in your sleep, when your most defenceless and use their stunningly gorgeous appearance to get one's guard down. Scarlett could most certainly not get into one's dreams, but Medusa had taken a liking to her. And she proved to have those traits and much more.
"Did you hear about Valora?"
"Yes, do you think it's true?"
The sudden mentioned of that name was enough to cause Scarlett to jerk her dead around, her amber eye glared daggers at the two incubuses, an eerie feeling filled the building. They all fell silent until the two gossipers noticed Scarlett's sharp glare.
"Get. Back. To. Work." she ordered, her fingers curling into fists, her eye brows knitted at the two as they quickly left. Letting out a heavy sigh she returned to the papers before her. "Now... where was I?" The sudden flicker of lights caused her brows to buckled once more in annoyance as the building darken and the noisy panic chatter of Medusa's fellow workers filled the air.
"For the love of God calm down, lousy power is on the fritz again. It will come back on in a moment... I swear I'm the only fucking man around here." Scarlett huffed rolling her eye, manicured nails drummed against the desk, awaiting for another flicker of light.
Thud....
Creak...
Thud...
Creak...
Raising a hand to signal the others to stay hushed she listened closely to the sound. True this building was old and almost as worthless as Bradwr, but Scarlett never recalled hearing something like that before. Her gaze shifted upwards, discovering the source was above her.
The air vents, of course! Reaching into the pocket of her jacket she retrieved her revolter.
"Nice try Wolf."
XXX
Jack tapped his foot as he impatiently awaited at the seemingly endless line of fellow Fables at business office. He's been here for what now... nearly an hour? He could have been at The Trip Trap getting happily drunk by now. The door behind him slowly creaked open, out rushed a short woman who tapped on his shoulder. She was a rather pretty girl, big blue doe-like eyes, medium length mousy brown hair, a very youthful appearance, could had easily been mistaken for a teenager if not for the white blouse and long navy blue skirt she wore.
"Excuse me..." she asked barely above a whisper. "Would you mind if I cut in front of you? I really need to get home soon..." slender fingers nervously tucked a lock of hair behind her ear.
Jack quickly eyed her up and down. Not bad, not bad at all. Cute enough face, in good shape, seemed meek but those are the ones who can surprise you.
"I don't mind at all." he stepped aside and made room for her. "After you."
"Thank you sir...."
"Horner, Jack Horner." he introduced shaking her hand.
"Nice to meet you, I'm Mouse!" she said, giving him a smile as sweet as sugar. "Thank you for giving me your spot in line, I been on my feet all morning. And on top of that I got a pile of paperwork waiting for me that's due tomorrow, guess putting it off last second wasn't the best idea. Whoops I'm rambling again, sorry."
"No need." Jack reassured. "Plus your quite cute when you ramble."
She open her mouth to speak but the office door open.
"Anyone know how to remove burrito stains?" Bradwr asked nervously, a noticeable bruise on his cheek.
Mouse's hand shot up, like a young child wanting to answer a question being asked by a teacher.
"I do!"
"Come right on in." Bradwr shut the door, Mouse quickly turned to Jack.
"Shall we continue this conversation elsewhere Miss Mouse?" Jack suggested, Mouse smiled sweetly.
"I would love too." she quickly dug into her purse and wrote down an address with a number. "Me and a few friends are planning to go here sometime, You ever been there?"
"The Trip Trap? Yeah I know that place." he chuckled merrily.
"Awesome, give me a call tomorrow night!" she waved to him as she left and entered the office.
Well Jack's day certainly took a turn for the better. He grinned happily to himself, perhaps karma was on his side for once.
XXX
Lyall crawled through the air vent, he could of sworn these things kept getting smaller... or maybe he just had to lay off the beef jerky. He sighed as he continued to crawl through the vent, what he was looking for was something... or anything that would predict Medusa's next move. She was unpredictable, first a fight club, now she just happened to own large buildings such as this. Clearly not linked to her fight club which was shit down... so just what was she planning?
His thoughts were cut short when a loud gunshot sound filled the area and a sheering pain slice through his hands. He let out a yelp and held his bleeding hand, another gunshot, barely missing him.
"Come out and fight me like a man!"
Oh just peachy, the ever so charming, trigger happy Scarlett noticed his presence in the vents. As if this wasn't hard enough... oh well, least this would prove to be one hell of an exciting time for them.
End of part two! And new Oc Mouse!
Mouse is from the fable "Cat and mouse in partnership." (Ironic given the story's name XD)
(From the wiki)
A cat and a mouse, contrary to the custom of their kinds, become friends, such good friends that they decide to share a home. That they might have something to fall back on in time of need, they buy a pot of fat and hide it away in a nook of a church for safekeeping. After a short time, the cat tells her housemate that one of her relations has given birth and that the mouse's friend has been asked to be godmother. Instead of going to a christening, though, the cat goes to the nook of the church and eats the top layer of the fat in the pot. When the cat returns home, the mouse asks the name of the kitten. The cat replies, "Top-off." The mouse remarks that she has never heard such a name.
Soon thereafter, the cat announces that she again has been invited to a christening. On the cat's return, the mouse asks what name was given to this kitten. "Half-gone," answers the cat. Again the mouse wonders aloud at the oddness of the name.
The cat goes a third time to the church, this time finishing off the fat. When the cat returns, the mouse asks the name given at this christening. "All-gone," answers the cat. Again the mouse shakes her head.
Winter arrives, and with it the lean times the friends had anticipated. The mouse proposes a trip to the church to retrieve the provisions stored there. When she beholds the empty pot, enlightenment dawns on the mouse: "First 'Top-off,' " she murmurs, "then 'Half-gone,' and then ..." The cat warns her to say no more, but the mouse persists. The cat pounces on the mouse and eats her up. "And that is the way of the world," the story closes.
Quick bio of Mouse.
Mouse is a shy and sweet girl, though very naïve and gullible. Although not the bright she is certainly not the dumbest. She hates stuff that involves harming others or causing suffering, she always willing to give someone a second chance no matter what they did. Mouse is rather cowardly and lacks the ability to stand up for herself. Most of that must fall on her friends and lovers to do for her. She also has a intense fear and dislike of cats, she currently works odd jobs as well as a waitress, but longs to be a nurse.
And as for the mentioned of Valora, we're find out later on.
And fun fact, Mouse used to be a Twdg Oc, but since I gotten more into Twau I changed her to fit the series. Plus I never got to write about her during my Twdg days.
Ethan, duffle bag in hand, walked into his tiny apartment kitchen. He was heading to Penny's house for the few hours his dear, sweet brother would need. He was even expecting to sleep over tonight; he'd text Peter and see if it was safe to return to his own apartment. But Ethan knew better. Holly was going to stay over and Ethan honestly did not want to hear his brother have sex. Even earbuds couldn't block out those noises.
Floating beside Peter, was Nick. Since their father gave the twins Nick as a birthday present, he and Peter grew very close. Their mother claimed the relationship was that of Georgie and Nick all those years ago. Their father even labled Nick as Peter's 'guidance' or conscience. Ethan used to let this bother him; he was given Nick as a present, too and yet he was always left out. But the years passed and Ethan felt his brother needed more of the guidance tha he did.
Ethan watched his brother turn the oven on and add pepper to the Steaks. The radio played an old country song by Shenandoah; music like that always brought the twin brothers to the summer days and nights they spent at their grandfather's manor. Nana would cook and bake pies while the children played outside among the wild flowers and tall weeds. The wind would blow through the trees and a blanket of clouds and blue above. Their papa John would be in the garage fixing on old cars or building Ships in bottles.
Ethan sighed. Now, here he and Peter were, in their mid twenties, dealing with a crime no one saw coming. Nick turned and noticed the John look-alike standing under the doorway.
"Hey, Ethan. Where you off to?"
Snapping his fingers, Peter whirled around and smiled. "Hey there, little brother-"
"By three minutes, you turd...."
"I'm still older. So, where you headin' to?"
Ethan rolls his eyes and grabs an umbrella. Although the rain had not fallen, the skies called for a storm. They were gray and the air was frigid.
"Penny's place. I figure I'd hang out there tonight. Gives me an excuse to see the boys, too."
Since the birth of the quads, Penny's hands were full and she felt overwhelmed. With Johann gone during the day, she was left with four newborns and a cranky one year old. Ethan felt this was also an excuse to give the poor woman a chance to sit and get off her feet. Maybe drink. Who knew.
"Penny, really?" Peter nearly runs into Nick, as he transfers the Steaks onto a plate. "Surprised you're not going to Junior's tonight."
"He and Mary are out on a date, too. Mom and dad are busy watching THEIR kids and I felt my presence would be a bit much for them."
Peter covers the plate with foil. "Well, tell her and Johann said hi."
Ethan nods. "I will surely do so, Peter. Call me if ANYTHING happens and you find out the results from Swineheart."
"I'm heading down there in the morning, so do I meet you there or are you coming back here?"
Ethan pauses to think. "I'll return to the apartment. Gives me a chance to shower and get ready. I KNOW we're going to have a shit ton of paperwork tomorrow."
"You think so, Ethan?"
Ethan glares at Peter just as his hand touches the door knob. "You know we will, Peter. When do we never have paperwork?"
"Yeah..." Peter grabs a towel. "You're right. I'll, uh, call you if anything happens sooner."
"Hopefully we can get answers or some clues from that evidence."
"What bothers me is that Kiwi smell I keep detecting around either the crime scene or the victim's bodies."
"We'll figure this out, Peter. Until than, relax tonight and have fun with Holly. TRY to forget about this all...."
"I'll try." Peter opens a Beer and drinks. "I can't make promises but I'll try."
"I'll take that, Peter. See you later."
"Be safe, bro."
Ethan smiles and waves. Closing the door behind, Peter reaches fr the radio and turns the knob. The country song continues to play, as he whirls around and snatches up a bottle of Wine. Taking the cork out, Nick flies beside Peter and eyes his triumph glory over the task of removing the cork.
"Holly like to drink Wine with her Steak?"
"Yeah and so do I. Get that from my mom."
Nick snorts. "Soooo, Peter...serious about Holly are you?"
"Yes. I've always found her irresistable and such a witty and foxy attitutde to top it off."
"Hmmm, yes. She DOES have a 'foxy' attitude about her."
Peter grabs forks, knives and two glass plates. He begins setting the table, Nick casually floating behind, leaving a trail of misty blue streaks. In the middle, Peter lights two candles and adds the bottle of Wine and Champagne.
"Whoa AND Champagne, too?"
"It will be a night of romance and celebration."
Nick seemed confused. "Celebration..."
Peter digs into his pant pocket and pulls out a little purple velvet box. He opens the top, showing Nick a beautiful two carat gold ring. The diamonds glistened in the light.
"Wow....you're going to ask Holly for her hand in marriage?"
"Yes." Peter shuts the top. "I'm loved Holly since the day I entered her bar on my twenty first birthday. Ever since than, her image haunts my dreams and they won't stop until I make her mine for eternity."
Nick sighs. "You DO know she's a TROLL, right?"
"Indeed I do." Peter leans on the table and winks at Nick. "Do YOU know I'm the bastard child of Bigby Wolf and Lyla Smith, the daughter of a once powerful Folker Council member?"
"Smart ass." Nick flies to the window and peers out. "I KNOW she had an idea about your, um, genetic makeup. I just never pictured you with a bar Troll is all...."
Peter adjusts his shirt collar and glances into a nearby mirror. He licks his index finger and glides it across both eybrows.
"What can I say-love crossing that Bridge."
"Ewww." Nick lands on the table. "That's, ummm, a nice image to picture."
"Well, no one is telling you to stay."
"Did you at LEAST make ME a Steak to chew on while you two are too busy exchanging saliva?"
"Burnt to a crisp, just how you like it. It's in the microwave."
Nick smiles. "Well, Big Bad Wolf....thank you and hopefully, all goes well tonight."
Peter flips Nick off. "Fuck off, Nicholas. Don't call me that and-"
"Never call me Nicholas again and we have a deal."
"Deal."
Holly arrived twenty minutes later. The Steaks were finished cooking and the remaining dishes sitting on the table. The radio played a soft melody and as Peter took one final look in the mirror, there was a knock on the door.
"Coming, coming!" Peter runs and opens the door. "Holly..."
Wearing a slender black dress with a slit on the side and black matching heels, Holly walked inside the apartment. She placed her clutch on a nearby table and sniffed the air.
"MMMM. It smells wonderful in here, Peter."
"Hope you like Steak and-"
Holly giggles. "You had me at Steak, Wolf."
Guiding Holly to the kitchen, he pours her a glass of Merlot. Holly and Peter clink glasses and sit. Holly swirls her Wine around in the glass and watches Peter. He looked different in his flannel shirt and blue jeans; he was usually in a black shirt, ties, slacks and trechcoat. Just like Bigby but she'd never tell Peter this. Ever.
"This is a nice choice, Peter."
"I remember you mentioning it awhile back."
Holly reaches over and gently touches Peter's hand. "Glad to know my stories don't bore you too much."
"I like your stories." Peter finishes off his Beer. "They are always so interesting and full of fun."
Smelling the cooked meat, Peter stands up and opens the oven. With the meal complete, Holly and Peter sit at the table. They both grab a plate and begin adding food.
"This looks wonderful, Peter. You didn't have to do all this."
"Well, I figured a change of scenery wuld be nice."
Holly grabs the Steak sauce and adds a dab onto the side. Cutting into his meat, Peter examines his Steak. Bloody and rare. Slighty cooked on the top and bottom. Just how he liked it. He watches as Holly places a piece of meat into her mouth.
"Good?"
"Very." Holly swallows and wipes her mouth. "I never took you as a cook."
"I only know SOME things. Ask me to do something else and forget it."
"It must be built into the male DNA. Anything with meat."
"Agree."
Holly and Peter sit hushed and eat their meal. Both were never much for conversation; one of the many reasons why they worked perfectly. Holly understood and never pushed Peter into a conversation he didn't want to speak about. Same with Holly. Peter made the mistake of inquiring about Lily, Holly's deceased sister. He knew some but not enough; he asked several years ago, as Holly closed up the bar and cleaned. Her reaction was not what he was expecting.
"So, Holly about your sister-"
"What ABOUT her, Peter?"
"I heard she was murdered and I was wondering-"
"I don't want to talk about that..."
Peter remembers egging her on until she could no longer take it; the once beauty with the striking white hair, was now a blood thirsty Troll and tossing glasses at Peter's direction. After his success in calming her down, she finally revealed to him the difficult truth. Peter never asked after that day.
Same applied to Peter. Holly knew better than to bring up Bigby Wolf. She made the mistake of saying HE was the father. Holly had never seen Peter so enraged. Now, she was careful and said Georgie. Not Bigby. Eventually, he'd be comfortable enough to discuss him. All it took was time.
"This was lovely, Peter. I enjoyed this meal...glad to know you CAN cook some things."
Peter giggles. "Well, looks like I'll be making MORE meals in the future."
Holly stood up and walked over to Peter. Standing behins him, she gently wraps her fingers along Peter's shoulder. Her grip tightens. Peter trembles beneath her touch.
"Ohhhh, yeah. Me likey."
Holly snickers. "I know you do, Wolf. You deserve it."
Peter grabs her hand. "Holly, I have to ask you something."
"Oh. What is it, Peter?"
"Close your eyes."
Holly did so, leaving Peter to fish out the box. From the corner, Nick watch in anticipation. Peter dropped to one knee and grabbed Holly's hand.
"Peter, I-"
"Okay. NOW open them."
When Holly noticed Peter on the floor, she was immediatly driven to tears. With her free hand, she cups her mouth.
"Peter...."
"Holly, for years now you and I have been together. You know what sets me off, calms me, my deepest secrets, fears and desires. Besides my family, you are the only one I can trust."
"Oh Peter...I love you so much."
"Holly, will you marry me?"
Holly leaps forward, pounces Peter and plants several kisses along his face. His scruffy hair brushes against Holly's face, as they twirl in place.
"Yes!" Holly was still stunned, as Peter slipped the ring onto her finger. "Yes, yes, yes, yes!"
Passionatly, Holly and Peter kiss. Nick grins, as the couple embrace.
Peter takes Holly's hand. "Ethan is gone for the night...let's celebrate while we have the place to ourselves."
Peter lifts Holly into his broad arms and carries her to the bedroom. Holly pins her face along Peter's neck.
Nick beams. "Congrats, Peter. You did good, kid."
The celebration would come to a hault as the sun rises over the sleeping city of Fabletown. In a puddle of blood, was the body of Jumbo Riley.
Any questions, let me know. Had time; back to the usual routine tomorrow. Need to make a pic of Ethan and Peter now.
After all of these months, I thought you were never going to come back to this thread! I'm super glad you came out of nowhere and proved me wrong though!
I'm going to have a go at writing a Christmas tale even though after seeing all the writers here and reading their stories I'm very intimida… moreted and feel completely out of my depth even attempting something tbh XD But I miss this place so why not
But it was was fun and warning their is some bad language in this sry I wanted to stay true to bigbys character
The Christmas Gift
It was Christmas eve in fabletown snow covered the ground and excited kids ran through the streets you could sense the Christmas spirit in the air.
Our story begins with Bigby and his son building a snowman in his yard deep down bigby hated the holiday but always drew a fake smile to compensate as he always wanted the best Christmas for his family.
Wolfy: What’s wrong Dad?
Bigby: Nothing lets finish this snowman son
Wolfy: Dad you’re always the same around Christmas ANSWER ME!!
Bigby: Look Santa never brought me any presents as a kid and stole my b… [view original content]
I love that picture! I can't wait to see Peter and Ethan. IF you have time, can you make one with Holly and Peter? I'll pay you because I know you are busy and these take a lot of time.
Anyway, I just love Ethan in this. His character is really booming and it suits him. Good luck going to Penny's place. But the way describe her situation, perhaps she could use the extra help.
And nick!! I was going to ask about him; I knew you'd add him sooner or later because you told me this will cover a lot that wasn't in your past stories. I love the dialogue between Peter and Ethan. It's hilarious.
Awwww! Holly and Peter are getting married!! Are we to expect little Wolf and Troll babies? glad he found someone. I can't wait to read more.
And oh crap...Jumbo is dead!? I bet this killer saw him speaking to Peter and Ethan. I wonder who will find him. This is all getting too real and very good. I'm still wondering about the Tailor and the victims from the club and now Jumbo. I can't wait to see what happens next and more about Gren and Emily, considering here will be baby or babies soon!!
Ethan, duffle bag in hand, walked into his tiny apartment kitchen. He was heading to Penny's house for the few hours his dear, sweet brother… more would need. He was even expecting to sleep over tonight; he'd text Peter and see if it was safe to return to his own apartment. But Ethan knew better. Holly was going to stay over and Ethan honestly did not want to hear his brother have sex. Even earbuds couldn't block out those noises.
Floating beside Peter, was Nick. Since their father gave the twins Nick as a birthday present, he and Peter grew very close. Their mother claimed the relationship was that of Georgie and Nick all those years ago. Their father even labled Nick as Peter's 'guidance' or conscience. Ethan used to let this bother him; he was given Nick as a present, too and yet he was always left out. But the years passed and Ethan felt his brother needed more of the guidance tha he did.
Ethan watched his brother turn the oven on and add… [view original content]
Getting pizza and playing video games. Boyfriend and I might go to a party my cousin is throwing. May hang out with Pie if he's not too busy. Ready for the new year!
Yay! I'm glad you liked it! When I posted it, was reconsidering it! XD They are too cute together. Will you explain more, considering he had issues with Georgie for so long? You don't have to say if it has spoilers.
I'm enjoying this and cant wait for more! You are doing an excellent job with the Porgie Clan. They have taken on so much more over the months you have been writing and creating drawings.
Gremily?! xD K actually like that name. Carry on, soilder. lol
I'm glad you liked it. And there shall be more to come; I don't want to say too much, as to avoid spoilers.
Sorry for the lack of posting. I would have one earlier but had to change a few things. Go back and read a few of Pie's notes; did not get some things right and had to rewrite it all. Felt like TTG with Willingham. XD
"Almost finished with the preperations, Kevin?"
"Almost, Decimus. We just need a sample of the girl's hair and it will be complete."
Surrounding a boiling pot of black liquid stood Amber, Decimus and his son Kevin. Decimus was the head leader of the Council. He kept a watchful eye over the Folker community and the reason why Fables were never allowed on their lands. Amber was his loyal help and keeper of the Folker's most treasured values and secrets. Kevin was simply there for looks and to one day take over his father's place. His mind, however, was corupted and full of hatred and despair.
Decimus circled the pot of black goo. Nearby, Malcom and Lyla's father John stood by ad awaited for their leader's approval. John feared for his daughter's safety; normally, the Council would banish any female Wolf that even touched a Fable and cast her off into the harsh Mundy world. Her family would be ridiculed and shame would be brought for many generations. John's only saving grace was his ranking in the Council.
"You're very lucky, Johnathan." Decimus takes a large, long branch and holds it above the pot. "Your daughter is one to dance to her own beat. I knew she'd give this Clan hell and would no doubt cause both you AND your wife countless sleepless nights."
"Lyla was always a wild one." John tried to avoid sounding desperate and afraid. "She's got the spirit of her grandfather."
Decimus twirls the stick around. "Ah yes. Your dear father, Raymond. He was a good man, bless his heart. He was a fighter, John but he KNEW when business was business and obeyed EVERY rule we laid out."
"I understand, sir. Lyla will be dealt with-"
"A Grendel is a beast no she Wolf like your own flesh and blood should EVER attempt to befriend."
John clears his throat. "If I MAY add, Decimus-Robert does not appear to be like the Grendels showcased in our books. Perhaps they COULD-"
"Are you CHALLENGING my authority, John?"
John backs into a corner. "No...sir...no, I-"
"Good." Decimus points the stick at John's chest. "Because like it or not, you KNOW the rules, John. I'd hate to send Lyla away and you lose your position on the Council. It's bad enough you and that flea bag Sheriff from Fabletown even communicate on a daily basis."
"Bigby is a dear friend. We can LEARN from the Fables, join as one and-"
"Enough, John. I shall not speak no more of this ridiculous plan you seem to have rambling in your brain. No Fable OR Folker can ever be one. It's immpossible!"
"But we CAN learn, Decimus. We are all against the mundy world and-"
"-Yet you lay down with one, John. I TURNED the other cheek when you brought that mundy woman into this community. It was hell protecting you and your rapidly growing family. I even GAVE you the mind erasing spell when Lyla nearly fell in love with that disgusting Georgie Porgie, yet another one of your dear Fables."
John hangs his head low. "Decimus-"
"You NEED to understand something, John. We can't associate with creatures like that. We just can't. This world must be protected and I need you to understand that. This world has to be what it once was. I allow THIS to continue and everything will be turned upside down and for what, John? All our hard work. Gone."
Malcom stands before John. The devestation growing in his eyes and face was too much for the Wolf to bare. He couldn't stand to see his dear friend in such pain.
"John understands, sir. We will continue with the cleansing and no more talk of Fables will spill from his lips again."
Decimus pats Malcom on the shoulder. "You're a good man, Malcom. You'll make Lyla a proud wife and bore you many strong Wolf cubs to come."
Malcom nods. "Yes sir."
Although Malcom was Lyla's 'coice' mate, according to the Council, he still believed deep down inside they were wrong. He'd never question them, however and like John, secretly tried to find an alternative route for their destiny. He was devestated when John agreed to wipe Lyla's mind of Georgie, for they ALL knew he was truly meant for the she wolf.
Decimus returned to the pot. He took the stick and dipped the front into the liquid. It rippled and began to shake. A cloud of white and gray rose from the darkness. It showed an image of both Robert and Lyla.
"Once the cleansing is complete, she will no longer have the desire to seek out this Grendel boy. He will eventually lose all hope and perish from a broken heart. After this has been done, Lyla will once again be free and handed over to Malcom. She will no longer wish to speak, think or hold a conversation with a Fable."
John was shocked. "Robert will perish? No! I don't want anyone to die-"
"You KNOW this is part of the process, John. The Grendel MUST vanish in order for Lyla to become free from the shackles of Fabletown. His broken spirit and anguish willfuel the power and the cleansing will be complete."
"There has to BE another way!"
"Another mind erasing bullshit spell will NOT work this time. The images on her SHOW he has the mark of love and desire. This must be done, John or the boy will continue to seek out Lyla. Are you ready for the final step?"
What choice did he have? With a heavy heart, John nods in agreement.
"Excellent. Find me a lock of Lyla's hair. Bring it to me and we will finish the process. Go forth and collect her hair."
John immediatly walks out of the room. Following behind, Malcom hears the eerie laughter of Kevin, Decimus and Amber. He tries to comfort his long time friend but the mighty Wolf can not bare it. He understood the rules, the ceremonies and the process it took to remove markings. He was ashamed for what he'd dne to Georgie. To his daughter. What WOULD happen to Robert.
Before Malcom could speak, John was in true Wolf form. The massive White Wolf leaned his head back and bellowed out a mournful cry. He jumped upon a large boulder and ran into the dark forest.
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Gren, lost in a sea of Jack Daniels and Midas Gold, spun on a nearby light post. His eyes were blood shot and his breath smelled heavily of alcohol. Robert and Lyla were tipsy but were able to control their behavior and motor skills. Gren, however, lost all ability to do so; he was now on the street corner, singing ranbom songs and humming certain tunes.
Robert chuckles. "God you're such a damn alcoholic."
Lyla, shivering from the cold, huddles closer to Robert. "He reminds me of my older sister Gina."
"Which one is Gina?"
"Tall, long brown hair, VERY loud. Dated Jack Horner for a bit. Parties all the time. Almost got arrested for starting a fight."
"Oh yeah. Gina."
Gren runs into a brick wall. Assuming it was a person, Gren rolls his fists up into balls and is prepared to fight.
"HEY! You.....yo-you...you fucking wanna go, you stupid fucking asshole. YOU don't fucking know me, bub!"
"EASY there, Tiger." Robert grabs his brother. "Say your sorry to the nice man."
Lyla tries not to laugh, as Gren smiles and pats the brick wall.
"It's alright there buddy youaregoing....to make a fine.....wealouthqlkj...."
Lyla bursts out in laughter. "What is he saying?"
Robert shakes his head. "I don't...let's just get him home and-"
"ROCKETS!" Gren points to the sky. "Robert, they are going to fucking send a Rocket, to the moon. Did....did hiccup....did you know that?"
Robet carries Gren over his shoulder. "Wow. I did not know that, Gren."
"Yeah..." Gren kicks his legs in mid air, nearly hitting Robert in the face. "They, ummm.....fuck, man.....they told me."
"The Rockets did?"
"NO, you fucking idiot...that Cactus....the one pretty Cactus told me...she, ummm....hiccups.....ummm....."
"Okay, Gren. The Cactus."
Lyla holds Gren's head up. His color indicated a possible regurgitation of the night's intake.
"Guess I'M the Cactus..."
"I guess so, Lyla. How's he doing back there?"
Gren had one eye open and the other partially closed; he was still mumbling to himself about Cactus, Rockets and the occasional breast talk. He tried touching Lyla's face.
"You...have the biggest....hiccups...fusking BIG ol' bitties there, umm....shit....fuck....your name is Lola, right?"
"No, Lyla."
"Oh.....that's too, ummmm, hard to remember. I'll, uhh.....shit...fucking call you Savage."
Robert nearly drops his brother. "The FUCK Gren-Savage?"
"Shut the fuck up, Tinkie or I'll cut ya with......mehgoingtoget....hiccups....following the Ducks in the pond and tonight is the carnival.....fucking idiots..."
Robert and Lyla burst into a laughing fit. Several mundies looked back at the delirious duo and their drunken sidekick. Reaching Gren's apartment, Robert finds the keys, takes them out and begins climbing the stairs.
Afterseveral grueling minutes, they reach Gren's apartment. Lyla finds a spot on the couch and throws herself into the cushions. Robert gently places his brother ont he floor and throws a blanket down. Gren does not stire and remains silent the rest of the night.
"Turn him on his belly."
"What?"
"His belly....so in case he throws up, it won't go back and choke him..."
"Eh, he'll be fine." Robert buries his face into the cushion. "He's....just...fine..."
"Robert, I'm sleepy. You think Gren will mind if we crash here? Robert? Robert?"
Lyla looks over and notices Robert's current state; fast asleep and breathing heavily, he snores into the cushion. Lyla pushes his face up, grabs a nearby blanket and covers them both up. A good night sleep is what they ALL needed. Closing her eyes, Lyla immediatly falls asleep in Robert's arms.
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Any questions or comments, leave them below. Couldn't sleep, so I decided to write. Again, would have posted sooner but needed to change some things up.
Oh wow. This is exactly what I'd expect from Decimus and the Council. You have indeed captured their character perfectly. That little section about TTG and Willingham made me laugh; I guess I understand now WHY he was so, oh how can I say it-'anal' about his characters and how they were portrayed in the game. Appreciate you taking my concern into consideration.
I loved this all. That section with Gren made me laugh so freaking hard. That bit with calling Lyla a Cactus, the Rockets in the sky. xD
"His belly....so in case he throws up, it won't go back and choke him..."
"Eh, he'll be fine." Robert buries his face into the cushion. "He's....just...fine..."
XD XD Typical Robert and Gren behavior.
Great work, dude. I'll say this again and again: your writing has improved and it shows. Keep up the fantastic job.
Sorry for the lack of posting. I would have one earlier but had to change a few things. Go back and read a few of Pie's notes; did not get s… moreome things right and had to rewrite it all. Felt like TTG with Willingham. XD
"Almost finished with the preperations, Kevin?"
"Almost, Decimus. We just need a sample of the girl's hair and it will be complete."
Surrounding a boiling pot of black liquid stood Amber, Decimus and his son Kevin. Decimus was the head leader of the Council. He kept a watchful eye over the Folker community and the reason why Fables were never allowed on their lands. Amber was his loyal help and keeper of the Folker's most treasured values and secrets. Kevin was simply there for looks and to one day take over his father's place. His mind, however, was corupted and full of hatred and despair.
Decimus circled the pot of black goo. Nearby, Malcom and Lyla's father John stood by ad awaited for their leader's approval. Joh… [view original content]
The sun rose over the towering buildings and peeked through the gaps. The sunshine flickered on the city below, illuminating the streets and the sky above. The mundies and Fables alike awoke from their slumber and began migrating to their next destination. Groups of civilians collected on the corners and waited for the lights to change color.
In an apartment, not too far from Central park, sat a woman glancing at her arm. Emily had a single thin sheet wrapped around her midsection. Quietly, she examined her arm; her tattoos could not hide her new found image, as her finger traced the fresh mark.
There, near her wrist, was a Lilypad. A simple green circle topped with a beautiful purple Lily. The marking. Gren had marked Emily Caitlynn Porgie as his own. She was surprised but was not bothered by it. In fact, despite her feelings for the barfly and notorious drunk, a large part of her was pleased to see it. Another, however, felt a strong sick feeling in her gut. Emily had the urge to vomit. Not out of disgust but for remorse.
Emily carefully eyed the marking. This was something she could never take back or even attempt to ignore. Gren's feelings for the young woman were no longer in the category of 'friend' or 'loved one.' Instead, his sexual attraction and desire to make Emily his for all eternity were his main goals in life now. When a Grendel marks you, it was set in stone; only way to erase the feelings was to remove the marking on either both parties or the person to have left the marking. This, however, was a painful process from what Emily had read about. Also, heard stories about.
Gren's process of removing the mark in regards to Carla was difficult; the scar on his neck was his way of proving sometimes things can go sour and change your life. From what he states, even for the best.
Vivian sat beside Emily. Her finger traced the beautiful image. Her eyes lit like stars on a clear summer's night.
"It's beautiful, Emily."
"It fookin' is, ain't it Viv?"
Vivian leaned closer. Emily could feel the cool air brushing against her face. The sensation caused Emily to be fully alert and aware of her situation. Still on the floor, was a sleeping Gren. His snoring indicated to Emily how exhausted he truly was. Wrapped around his body, was a blanket provided by Emily.
The moment she woke up and came to her senses, she surprisingly did not regret it. Emily pulled strands of Gren's hair back and lovingly studied his face. It was like out of a Van Gogh painting; his jaw line was perfectly sculptured and his skin kissed by the sun. She outlined his scar under his left eye. She remembered being a little girl and asking Gren various questions about its origin. The stories always changed over the years but it never stopped her from asking. The different stories seemed to interest the young Emily.
As she continued to examine his face, the feelings intensified within. Her heart was racing the more her fingers felt Gren's flesh. Flashes of their passionate love making clouded her mind; Emily closed her eyes and felt Gren's bare body pinned against her own naked body. His tender kisses against her neck, his fingers entangled in her long black hair. Emily could still feel his powerful thrusts, as they made fervent love on the counter and kitchen floor.
"I love you so much, Emily."
"Oh Gren...I fookin' love ya', too...."
"I've always loved you, Emily...always...."
Always. Those words continued to swim in her mind, even as Emily continued to glare at the marking. Gren had always loved Emily. As a little girl, Gren always treated her differently than the other kids. Her parents always joked she was his favorite; Gren spoiled Emily and every Christmas, bought her the most lavish of gifts. He even snuck her fifteen year old self a six pack of Beer. She never placed too much thought into it. After tonight, however, her feelings drastically changed.
"Emily." Vivian's soothing voice brought her back from space. "Emily, sweetie....how do you-"
"I love him, Vivian."
Vivian beamed. Her hand gently caressed Emily's. "You....love him?"
Emily rubs her forehead. "Yes....I...I fookin' love him, Vivian. I have never bloody felt this way 'bout anyone. Not even..."
Felicia's image returned to his mind. Emily adored the girl; she was Emily's crutch and saving grace for several years. Sadly, Felicia also became Emily's medication and escape from the world around her. Emily thought it was love but looking back now and after the night she spent with Gren, she knew the sad truth. It was never love.
"I told you, Emily."
The day Vivian sat speaking to Emily while she was in the shower. She warned Emily about the 'lost soul' and becoming one.
"Ya' did, Vivian. Ya' did. I didn't want ta' fookin' believe it but...."
"You are more than what you allow yourself to be. THIS whole 'Georgie of Fabletown' crap was cute when you were a kid; nothing brightens a man's heart than to see his little girl acting and wishing to be close to him. You and your father were always so close. But as you aged....I worried. You took on HIS personality and past more than was recommended."
"I loved that club. He gave ME the club-"
"You know he regrets giving you that thing. I REGRET your father handing that filthy place over to you. It was nothing but trouble..."
Emily rubs her eyes. "I know he does....they all fookin' do."
"How do you feel right now, Emily? Do you think I'm insane now?"
Emily chuckles, looking up. There was a shimmer in her eyes. "I don't think you are, Viv. I...I love Gren. I bloody fookin'-"
Before Emily could finish, there was a light tapping on the door. Emily and Vivian quietly stood up and listened. Gren rolled over but never awoke from his slumber. Emily inched closer to the door and waited.
"Who is it?"
"Sssh....'old on."
Again, another faint TAP TAP on the door. Emily waited to see who it was this early in the morning. With the recent murders and the night she was nearly killed at the club, Emily remaind on her toes and waited.
"Emily-" That voice."Emily, are you there?"
Emily sighed in relief. She opened the door and grinned.
"Rosie, hey....what, uh, what are ya' doin' 'ere?"
Rosie stands under the doorway. She wears a black coat, knee high black boots and dark blue jeans. Upon her face, was a rather large smile.
"Is he, uh....in there, Emily?"
"Yeah but he's asleep."
Rosie examined Emily. She noticed the sheet wrapped around her body. Glaring to the side, was Gren on the floor and fast asleep.
"It's alright. This won't take long."
Emily stood to the side. "Well, uh, come on in then."
Removing her coat, Rosie looked around the tiny apartment. Vivian sat back on the couch. She was hushed.
"Ya' want Coffee or something, Rosie?"
"No, no. Thank you, though. I stopped by your parent's place and they told me you were here, so I wanted to see you before I headed to work. How are you feeling?"
"Alright. Me fookin' side 'urts and I lost my club and few dancers but otha' than that, been betta'."
"I'm sorry for your loss, Emily. You and Felicia were close and you loved that club. Perhaps it's for the best."
"Perhaps." Emily rubs her side. "Would 'ave liked it ta' fookin happen a different way but beggars can't be choosers, right?"
Rosie only nods. Emily's body becomes still. She tries to manueaver in her spot, hoping to find a comfortable place on the couch.
"Did Peter and Ethan ever find out who is doing this?"
"No, neva'....they are running some tests, I bloody guess."
"Scary, isn't it Emily?"
"Yeah....it fookin' is."
Rosie plays with her scarf. The apartment was cold and the air was still.
"Please be easy on him, Emily."
Emily was taken back by Rosie's words. "Woot did ya' say?"
"Be careful with him, Emily. I....I know you being here isn't JUST out of the kindness of his heart."
"How did you-"
"I'm a Grendel, Emily. We sense it. I can smell it on you. I also saw the mark....its quite lovely."
Emily tries to cover it with her hand. "I'd neva' 'urt him, Rosie."
"Please, Emily. For the sake of what he's got left of his heart. He REALLY loves you. I don't think he can handle another disappointment or heartache. He just can't, Ems. You're his last hope..."
"Wow, puttin' the fookin'-"
"I mean it, Emily. We ALL know the kind of woman you CAN be. If you're not serious, tell him now so we can remove those markings."
Emily holds out her wrist. "Apparently me own heart want's the same fookin' thing."
Rosie wipes away a tear. "I can never forgive my mother for what she's done to him. Our biological father is a wonderful man but it would have been nice to KNOW this years ago; I think he feels the same way and the blow wouldn't have been so bad, if she was just honest from the start. He felt foolish, Emily...so betrayed."
"I would too, Rosie. Me own mother won't speak ta' her right now."
"No one will. I was over at nana and papa's place yesterday. I've never heard them say such horrible things about my mother...."
"Can ya' blame them, Rosie?"
"Than my brothers acting all high and mighty, now that they learned who their real father is. Yes, Gren is NOT my biological father but fuck, man. He RAISED all of us as if we were. That knocked him WAY back, when the boys refused to visit or acknowledge him. That's all he's ever wanted, Emily. Please....keep all this in mind..."
Emily grabs Rosie's hand. "I'll neva' do those things ta' him, Rosie. I promise ya' this...."
Rosie gently kisses Emily's hand. "Thank you, Emily. I always knew there was something good inside of you...I wish you'd let it out more often."
"Maybe he's supposed ta' help me with that fookin' problem..."
Rosie stands up and grabs her coat. "I hope so, Emily. Tell him I stopped by and will calll later."
Rosie and Emily embrace. "I will, Rosie Posie."
"You always had a special place in his heart, Emily." Emily could feel Rosie's tears falling from her eyes. "He's always love you...."
With one last embrace, Rosie leaves the apartment building and out into the cold streets. Emily closes the door behind her; Vivian waits to see what emily's next move would be. Emily said not one word, as she walked across the wooden floors and stood beside Gren. All those years of lies and tourment. No wonder he drank so much.
Emily removed the sheet and carefully slipped under the blanket. Gren's bare body pressed against her own, as his arm wrapped around her torso. burying her face into his neck, Emily closed her eyes and slowly fell asleep beside Gren.
"I love ya, Gren." She whispered into his ear. "I fookin' love ya'...."
Vivian said not one word, as she allowed their connection to complete. They were one.
Any questions, you know the drill. Had time before work. Damn, it's so cold right now and of course the stupid heater goes out. Thank god the misses has a brother who KNOWS how to fix these things. xD
I'm still sick as a dog I don't think I'll post anything until I feel better, because it just hurts too much to do anything right now. I think it's the flu and I've been sick for about 3 days now and it sucks really bad. I'm going to go lie down now.
-sends virtual chicken soup- Hope you get better soon. It's no fun being sick. Rest, drink plenty of fluids and take it easy. Here is to a speedy recovery.
I'm still sick as a dog I don't think I'll post anything until I feel better, because it just hurts too much to do anything right now. I th… moreink it's the flu and I've been sick for about 3 days now and it sucks really bad. I'm going to go lie down now.
Oh wow. This is exactly what I'd expect from Decimus and the Council. You have indeed captured their character perfectly. That little section about TTG and Willingham made me laugh; I guess I understand now WHY he was so, oh how can I say it-'anal' about his characters and how they were portrayed in the game. Appreciate you taking my concern into consideration.
Well, half of these are YOU own personal ideas and I'd hate to mess up or make something randomly up that leaves the readers stuck and unsure.
Oh wow. This is exactly what I'd expect from Decimus and the Council. You have indeed captured their character perfectly. That little sectio… moren about TTG and Willingham made me laugh; I guess I understand now WHY he was so, oh how can I say it-'anal' about his characters and how they were portrayed in the game. Appreciate you taking my concern into consideration.
I loved this all. That section with Gren made me laugh so freaking hard. That bit with calling Lyla a Cactus, the Rockets in the sky. xD
"His belly....so in case he throws up, it won't go back and choke him..."
"Eh, he'll be fine." Robert buries his face into the cushion. "He's....just...fine..."
XD XD Typical Robert and Gren behavior.
Great work, dude. I'll say this again and again: your writing has improved and it shows. Keep up the fantastic job.
I loved the begining description. I just pictured the large city with a rising sun over the ocean and gliding over the buildings. If this teaching thing eventually bores you and iullustrating is a possibility, perhaps you should really consider writing. I'm impressed with your abilities and it shows how much you truly love not only TWAU characters but your own.
Also, its nice to see Emily's softer side. She has been holding back for so long and we don't see that until you sit and write about her; she was too lost in georgie's world, that she forgot she had HER own. I appreciate Vivian being so tough and sticking by Emily's side.
Also,Rosie. It sickens me to think the twin boys no longer consider Gren their 'father'; he did raise ALL three. Where the fuck was their biological father at this entire time? THAT'S what they should be considering and not attacking gren while he's face down in the dirt. At least Rosie comes around; it was nice to see her make a little visit to Emily and Gren.
"Be careful with him, Emily. I....I know you being here isn't JUST out of the kindness of his heart."
Feels heart breaking in two
"Please, Emily. For the sake of what he's got left of his heart. He REALLY loves you. I don't think he can handle another disappointment or heartache. He just can't, Ems. You're his last hope..."
Oh god! My feelings! That last part, pie! Shit...you sure know how to make people rethink a person and cheer them on for the best outcome. He seems truly in love with emily; not just the markings but from your past stories. He WAS always favored by Emily and they had a special bond; I can recall a section where she had an operation and he brought over "The Ninja Turtles" and lucky charms.
I love ya, Gren." She whispered into his ear. "I fookin' love ya'...."
Vivian said not one word, as she allowed their connection to complete. They were one.
Have you seen the Disney movie Hercules? Who am I kidding....course you have. XD Anyways, that song Megara sings, 'I won't say I'm in love' popped into my head while reading this.
The sun rose over the towering buildings and peeked through the gaps. The sunshine flickered on the city below, illuminating the streets and… more the sky above. The mundies and Fables alike awoke from their slumber and began migrating to their next destination. Groups of civilians collected on the corners and waited for the lights to change color.
In an apartment, not too far from Central park, sat a woman glancing at her arm. Emily had a single thin sheet wrapped around her midsection. Quietly, she examined her arm; her tattoos could not hide her new found image, as her finger traced the fresh mark.
There, near her wrist, was a Lilypad. A simple green circle topped with a beautiful purple Lily. The marking. Gren had marked Emily Caitlynn Porgie as his own. She was surprised but was not bothered by it. In fact, despite her feelings for the barfly and notorious drunk, a large part of her was pleased to see it. Another, however, felt a strong … [view original content]
I'm still sick as a dog I don't think I'll post anything until I feel better, because it just hurts too much to do anything right now. I th… moreink it's the flu and I've been sick for about 3 days now and it sucks really bad. I'm going to go lie down now.
I'll explain more; I don't want to focus too much on the situation Gren has with Carla and the boys. Right now, I want to cover Peter, Ethan and Emily's story; I'll jump around and TRY to have either the chapter solely focus on ONE, both or all three. Like I stated before, this is the last section to the Porgie Clan and I want it to be memorable and special.
WHAT I'll tackle next is still up in the air. I'll write more in regards to the murders and Emily's surprise she'll receive in a few weeks.
And Rosie can not understand but again, I'll cover SOME; what I'll write about should answer your questions. And yes, I've heard that song and agree. It does fit Miss Emily.
I loved the begining description. I just pictured the large city with a rising sun over the ocean and gliding over the buildings. If this te… moreaching thing eventually bores you and iullustrating is a possibility, perhaps you should really consider writing. I'm impressed with your abilities and it shows how much you truly love not only TWAU characters but your own.
Also, its nice to see Emily's softer side. She has been holding back for so long and we don't see that until you sit and write about her; she was too lost in georgie's world, that she forgot she had HER own. I appreciate Vivian being so tough and sticking by Emily's side.
Also,Rosie. It sickens me to think the twin boys no longer consider Gren their 'father'; he did raise ALL three. Where the fuck was their biological father at this entire time? THAT'S what they should be considering and not attacking gren while he's face down in the dirt. At least Rosie comes around; it was ni… [view original content]
I wasn't the original, my father was. He was the first sack man, bogeyman, monster under the bed. Me? Well I was his bastard child. His so called legacy after they boxed him for god knows how long. As for my mother, I didn't really know her well unfortunately as I spent so much time in the Dark Realm with all the other monsters that dwelled there as I aged and would of giving everything to see her again.
You are probably wondering how I became the mondern day Boogey Man? Well, let me put it like this. Boxers traps father for centuries, son takes father place temporary then decide to do something big, like bringing a realm of dark creatures to the mundane world and enslave it. Then son is defeated by a half human half dragon.
Extraordinary isn't it? Didn't think so. The son of a dark deity was defeated by a fucking half breed fable. All the time I spent trying to craft the perfect plan that would put my name in the books with the other big bads. I wanted to become more than my father's shadow, I wanted to become the true meaning of fear and not some tale that parents tell their children to frighten them.
After my terrible defeat, I walked the planes of my realm and quietly watch from the shadows of the mundy and fable worlds. Plotting and waited to make my next move there he came, a fable? No this...this being wasn't exactly a fable, he was something the mundies used to protect themselves from evil. A gargoyle if I recall.
Why would this thing want to be associated with the likes of me? Didn't he know who I was? But it didn't seem to care. He went on about reclaiming what is dear to me, and some how he knew what I wanted.
I took his nefarious hands and felt the power of a god flow through me. My power, the power of fear is returning to me. And it with Mundy, Fable or greater will know it's true we meaning. All thanks to this creature....Gargoth.
I have a feeling that he is using me, but I'll play along for now...
Ethan ran up the stairs and nearly crashed into an unsuspecting mundy heading to work. Running past the man with a heavy coat and umbrella, Ethan grabs the railing and pushes forward. His panting echoed the long halls. He reached the elevator and nearly flew into the tiny metal box. Ethan repeats the button pushing with force; the sweat on his brow dripped down his face and his hands continued to tremble.
He recieved the call at five this morning. Michelle, bless her heart, left a heart wrentching message about the passing of Jumbo. Ethan, waiting anxiously for his brother's stop to appear, thought of the gruesome details and his untimely death; Ethan was begining to think the killer was keeping tabs or sending someone to look out. Jumbo was safe. No one knew the Sheriff anf Deputy spoke to him and asked for answers. Or, at least Ethan THOUGHT.
When Peter's floor finally arrived and the metal doors opened wide, Ethan continued to dash until he reached Peter's apartment. He immediatly heard the romantic music echoing from behind the closed door; Jagged Edge 'Promise' played softly against the noisy streets of Fabletown. Ethan took his fist and pounded the door repeatedly. Within seconds, the heavy footsteps of his brother inched closer until two clicking noises and the turn of the door knob told Ethan he'd answer the door and not ignore it.
"You have a key, Ethan." Peter stood under the doorway in just his red boxers and slippers. "And besides, I-"
Peter noticed the extreme heavy panting, the pale color of Ethan's face and the troubled look brewing in his eyes. Peter stepped out of the apartment and closed the door behind him. Holly thankfully was still fast asleep; he didn't need her to see or worry about Ethan's current state. Peter took his mssive hand and cupped Ethan's face. Cold like ice.
"Ethan..." Peter leaned closer. "Ethan, what's going on?"
Suddenly, Ethan's facial expressions became distorted and turned sour. "I've been calling you...."
"What? No you didn't."
"YES I did!" Ethan angrily shouted, his voice bouncing off the walls. "YOU told me, if I EVER needed you, for ANY reason, you'd answer the phone."
"Ethan calm the fuck down! You'll wake someone up and REALLY cause a scene."
Ethan throws his hands in the air and paces in a large circle. "OH, yes! Ethan Porgie-always making a goddamn scene, eh Peter!?"
"That's enough, Ethan!" Peter grabs Ethan and pins his distraught brother against the door. "You need to stop, take a minute and breath! What is going one wi-"
Without any warning, Ethan hangs his head and weeps. He begins shaking his head in agony and disbelief.
"We were so careful, Peter. How....how could this have happened?"
"WHAT happened, Ethan!? For fuck's sake, is everyone alright? Emily, mom, dad-are they okay?"
"They're just fine, Peter...." Ethan covers his face and continues to cry. "They are all...."
"THEN what!?" Peter grabs Ethan's shoulders and shakes. "WHAT the fuck is wrong, Ethan?!"
Ethan peers up, his eyes red as Apples and tears staining his cheeks. "Jumbo Reily is dead, Peter."
"What?" Peter releases his grip on Ethan, allowing the wall to catch his brother. "No....how can-"
"I tried calling you, Peter. I got the call from Michelle early this morning. They found him....in a cold pool of blood...Peter-his throat was gashed open, like he was some kind of wild animal and just left there."
Peter paces around, rubbing his head. How could this have happened? No one knew Jumbo had any knowledge or idea about the recent murders; Fabletown KNEW about the victims and there was a killer but no idea one of their own may have known the victim or possible clues to WHO it was.
"FUCK!" Peter forcefully kicks the wall. "Fuck, fuck, fuck...no. No....how could this-someone knows, Ethan. This killer obviously knows Jumbo."
Ethan continues to shake his head. "No wonder he couldn't say anything. Why he kept beating around the bush and avoiding our questions. The last night we had with him, it seemed as if he WANTED to say something but couldn't...."
"This Folker is watching. KNOWS when we question and ask about the murder of the Tailor."
"It is ALL connected, Peter. The Folker did use the murder of the Tailor to grab our attention. This person WANTED us to find it; why else would he have ended up inJumbo's bathroom of all places? They KNEW he'd call us, we'd see the mess and it would create a vicious cycle of Cat and Mouse."
"Did you ever get back with Swineheart about the Braclet?" Peter takes out a cigarette. "Did he ever say he found fingerprints or some skin samples?"
Ethan takes out a tissue and wipes his eyes and nose. "I was going over there later until Michelle called me. Now my day is all over the place."
Peter inhales the cloud of smoke. Exhaling as he continues to pace the hallway, his mind is boggled and confused. Jumbo and the Tailor DID know one another; the Folker must have had a connection with the two and now Peter was back to square one. Why would a Fable become involved with a Folker, if it was not on a romantic level? Was it business gone wrong? Jumbo mentioned the Tailor was rich and went from peasent to wealthy. Was this Folker envious of his good riches and felt he DIDN'T deserve them? Did the Tailor OWE the Folker money?
"I'll wake Holly up and get dressed. You can either come inside or wait for me out here."
Ethan shoke his head in agreement. He remained still, leaning against the wall. Peter took this as his reponse, entered his apartment and prepared for the day. Meanwhile, Ethan continued to cover his eyes and cry. What were they going to do?
Holly left with Peter and Ethan; she was off that day but was expecting a large shipment of alcohol. She promised Peter she would keep a look out and contact him if anything went wrong. Kissing him goodbye and watching the brothers enter a cab, they headed down the street and back into Folker territory. Swineheart wanted to run a few more tests on the Braclet; seemed it belonged to one of the dancers but there was a tiny section of DNA that did not belong to her.
They crossed the old bridge once more; the foul stentch of old meat and anguish filled their nostrils. Several Folkers stopped in the midst of the cabs approach. It parked beside an old buliding. Ethan paid for the ride, while Peter stepped out and examined the area. The Folkers, upon noticing who it was, avoided any eye contact and remained in their position. A few sunk back into the shadows, while those in their apartments or businesses closed the doors and windows.
"Hmmm, what a lovely welcoming these people provide to their visitors."
"Oh hush, Peter." Ethan adjusts his coat. "God I hate coming here..."
"You and me both, Ethan. Just look at this dump. It's even worse during the day."
The brothers were in search of the second possible suspect; Tracy Finch was a Council member's wife who despised Folkers and could not understand why a beautiful Folker female would even DREAM of sleeping and producing children with a Fable man. She, along with so many others, were against Georgie and Lyla's relationship; during this time, they threw out countless petitions to either banish her, remove the Smith clan from Folker records or send the two to live at the Farm.
Peter couldn't wait to see her again. The brothers reached the apartment were Tracy and her husband stayed. Ethan could recall a time when the Finchs had money and lived not too far from his nana and papa's manor. After the war and the Council changing so many rules, they fell into dark and desperate times, causing the couple to downgrade and live among those lost and refused to change.
Peter took his fist and slammed it against the door. "Open up-it's the Deputy and Sheriff of Fabletown."
Silence. Ethan looked at a window. The curtains gently moved, as if someone was standing there and watching.
"Sheriff and Deputy Mayor. Open up, Tracy Finch. We have a few questions to ask."
Ethan taps Peter's shoulder and points to the window. "I just saw someone..."
"Stand back."
Peter lifts his shoe and slams it into the door. It flies off the hinges and crashes to the ground. Peter and Ethan step inside the tiny apartment. In the corner, covering her face and screaming, is Tracy finch.
"What the fuck is wrong with you monsters!? You can't just go breaking down doors and-"
Peter refuses to let the woman speak; he pins Tracy to the wall and scans her entire face. Her once elegant beauty and trademark dimples seem to be a memory of the past. Now, Tracy looked exhausted, defeated and strung out. Her hair was in a messy bun and her once expensive name brand clothes were nothing more than a baggy sweatshirt and pants.
"I KNOW you heard me the first time, Finch! Don't play games and stop fooling around!"
"You Halfers and Fables think you can just walk around here and act like you OWN the place? Just because YOUR sister is the main bitch, does not mean I have to like it or listen!"
"You always have some excuse, don't you Finch?"
Tracy struggles under Peter's grip. "This used to be a wholesome community with strict rules and boundaries. No Fable would even DARE cross over the bridge and not expect some trouble waiting for him."
"My God, do you EVER stop bitching?"
"We'll one day rise from the ashes, wolf and become what we used to be for centuries. You think a few pathetic rules can keep US down?"
Ethan clears his throat. "Where is your husband?"
"Out working! Since your sister took your grandfather's spot and Malcom became her little bitch, things have changed around that place. They let him GO, after centuries of dedicated work, all because he didn't AGREE on the rules...."
"Her goal is to keep the peace between the worlds, Tracy. But you're still stuck in the dark ages to realise this."
"And because of your sister and so many others, one of your own is dead."
Peter tosses Tracy to the ground. The frail woman backs into the corner.
"So, you DO know why we're here than?"
"I ain't got nothing for you two! I would NEVER be seen with a Fable, ESPECIALLY one like the Tailor. Fucking piece of shit...we all struggled and had to work countless hours but he had a few ideas and bullshit spewing from his lips, that he gained riches and an easy life-"
"Were you possibly covetous of the Tailor, Tracy?"
"Who WASN'T, Wolf? But it doesn't mean I killed him. Not worth going to jail over a Fable. TRUST me."
Ethan takes out a notepad. "What about your husband?"
"That's the ONE thing I can tell you about my dear sweet Hank-he and I could agree that mixing should not happen. Halfers should be drowned the minute they're born and Fables should remain in the shadows and away from us. But to murder? No. Never."
Ethan scribbles the information down. "How romantic."
"Did you know Jumbo or a possible connection between him and the Tailor?"
"I don't know anything about those two. For all I know, they could have been secret lovers."
Peter presses Tracy against the floor. "I'm being DEAD serious here, Tracy-you think this is a FUCKING joke?"
Tracy gags. "You need to REALLY calm down, Wolf! Nice to see you've kept the cycle going. Bet Bigby Wolf is proud of you-"
Peter releases his grasp. Bigby Wolf. Yeah, Peter thought, as he took out another cigarette. Just like that mother fucker. Ethan kneels beside Tracy. Although he was furious with the woman, this was still an investigation. Digging into his pocket, he pulls out a flask. He offers some to Tracy.
"Will THIS help you, Tracy?"
She snatches the flask and takes a long drink. "Thanks, Porgie. At least ONE of you knows how to treat a lady. And wouldn't you know it-its the one that sucks cock and prefers dudes."
"That's quite enough, Tracy. I'm here to ask you about Jumbo. Now, I KNOW you did not appreciate Fables and Folkers mixing; to be honest, I do not see a difference between the worlds but I suppose this is why you're here and I'm over there. The Sheriff has asked you numerous times and I hope we can cooperate and answer the questions."
"Don't speak to me like I'm a child, Ethan."
"If you must act like a toddler, than I shall treat you as such. Now, the Tailor and Jumbo. WHAT do you know?"
Tracy sighs. "I can't say much, Porgie. I really can't...."
"And why not?"
"She'll find out. I'll end up the SAME way ol' Jumbo did. But the way my life has been going, a sudden end does not seem too bad right about now."
Peter and Ethan's curiosity growing with each word that spewed from her lips.
"So, the killer IS indeed female?" Peter kneels beside Ethan. "Who is it, Tracy? You MUST know who it is?"
Tracy chuckles. "You have no idea, do you? Didn't she leave a message for you two?"
"Wait, how did you-"
Tracy cackles. "You'll never catch her, Peter. She's got the best of both worlds and the law to back it up. She's too clever for ya' two...Jumbo learned the hard way, the Tailor did and now, so will you two."
Ethan and Peter watched in horror, as Tracy reached into her pocket and pulls out a gun. She aims the front to her head and cocks in once.
"NO!" Ethan slowly reaches for Tracy. "Just....stop. Hand me the gun Tracy and-"
With a quick flick of her finger, Tracy pulls the trigger and her lifeless body falls to the floor.
"NO!" Peter turns around and pounds the wall. "No, no, no! God fucking damnit!"
Ethan stands up, grabs a nearby blanket and covers Tracy's corpse. Covering his mouth, Ethan runs to the sink; he had a strong urge to vomit and he simply needed to get away. He witnessed someone take their life. Something even the Business office could never prepare you with. As he ran over to the sink, Ethan noticed a long trail of blood. He followed the red smears along the floor and walls; Ethan touched a puddle and felt the texture. Still warm.
"Peter! You better get over here! There is blood!"
Ethan continued searching. The trail led to a room. Inhaling deeply, Ethan opens the door. Covering his mouth, Peter runs to his brother's side and peers inside; his eyes widen, mouth falls open and his head suddenly filled with worry.
There, on the bed, was Tracy Finch's husband Hank. His throat slit open and a message written in blood above the bed.
"Once upon a time, not so long ago...."
Any questions, you know the drill. Got home and can't sleep; going to finish this off, take a shower and go to sleep. It's so cold right now; thankfully the heater works now. Sorry for the long ass chapter. Something that came to me last night.
That picture....0.0 O that picture! Peter does look just like John; Peter is a spittin' image of the Sheriff. HOW they pulled that off....wow. He's good looking, though.
I loved this chapter. There is so much going on right now. The description of the Folker community was well done again. So, I have a question-is the entire community in shambles or is it certain parts of the Folker city? Seems like everywhere they go its a mess. At first, I thought it was Tracy but after reading this, now I'm back to the beginning.
"She'll find out. I'll end up the SAME way ol' Jumbo did. But the way my life has been going, a sudden end does not seem too bad right about now."
Seems like who ever this Folker is, WANTS Peter and Ethan to know; pretty much anyone that helps the Ethan and Peter out will eventually get killed. They keep mentioning the law; it must be someone from the Council. AND its female....I KNOW it's not Katie; she is considered a Halfer and not full on Folker. ARE there any other female members?
Ethan and Peter watched in horror, as Tracy reached into her pocket and pulls out a gun. She aims the front to her head and cocks in once.
Oh my god....
With a quick flick of her finger, Tracy pulls the trigger and her lifeless body falls to the floor.
Oh what the hell!? :O WTF? She just killed herself!? Damn! This folker must REALLY mean business if killing yourself is a better option than dealing with her! And that scene with the dead husband! And the message on the wall! Oh man, pie! This is so good!!!!
Ethan ran up the stairs and nearly crashed into an unsuspecting mundy heading to work. Running past the man with a heavy coat and umbrella, … moreEthan grabs the railing and pushes forward. His panting echoed the long halls. He reached the elevator and nearly flew into the tiny metal box. Ethan repeats the button pushing with force; the sweat on his brow dripped down his face and his hands continued to tremble.
He recieved the call at five this morning. Michelle, bless her heart, left a heart wrentching message about the passing of Jumbo. Ethan, waiting anxiously for his brother's stop to appear, thought of the gruesome details and his untimely death; Ethan was begining to think the killer was keeping tabs or sending someone to look out. Jumbo was safe. No one knew the Sheriff anf Deputy spoke to him and asked for answers. Or, at least Ethan THOUGHT.
When Peter's floor finally arrived and the metal doors opened wide, Ethan continued to dash u… [view original content]
Ethan ran up the stairs and nearly crashed into an unsuspecting mundy heading to work. Running past the man with a heavy coat and umbrella, … moreEthan grabs the railing and pushes forward. His panting echoed the long halls. He reached the elevator and nearly flew into the tiny metal box. Ethan repeats the button pushing with force; the sweat on his brow dripped down his face and his hands continued to tremble.
He recieved the call at five this morning. Michelle, bless her heart, left a heart wrentching message about the passing of Jumbo. Ethan, waiting anxiously for his brother's stop to appear, thought of the gruesome details and his untimely death; Ethan was begining to think the killer was keeping tabs or sending someone to look out. Jumbo was safe. No one knew the Sheriff anf Deputy spoke to him and asked for answers. Or, at least Ethan THOUGHT.
When Peter's floor finally arrived and the metal doors opened wide, Ethan continued to dash u… [view original content]
Tim's hand wrapped around a long list of things to do that day. His wife was sick with the flu, which meant that he was completely on his own to take care of their four bouncing babies and all the chores that need to get done in a single day. He was terrified, to say the least.
It had been so long since the last time he had to watch so many babies. Seventeen years, to be exact. His older children would be busy running in every which direction, whether it was finishing up Science Fair for school at the last minute, or hanging out at Central Park, window shopping with the last of the money they received for Christmas. School would be starting up in another three days for them. He prayed that Harmony wouldn't be sick for that long.
Dusting off the stroller that was custom made to fit five cubs, he strapped the four little car seats in to each spot. The next challenge would be to wrap his babies up in warm attire, hopefully not disturbing their slumbers in the process. A pink snowsuit for Jessamine; She seemed like she would be the girly type as she got older. He played her furry self down into the closest car seat. Blue on Jason, and green on Gabriel, to match his eyes. Lastly, Adeline got a purple outfit. He strapped each tiny baby in and headed toward the front door. He was taking them to their first doctor's appointment.
A diaper bag strapped across his chest, a mug of coffee in the cupholder, and his list in his hand, Tim began to read off out loud which things to do before the appointment.
"We need to go grocery shopping," He told his infants. "And then Mommy wanted to meet up with Aunt Mary to discuss birthday party plans for your cousin Rachel.....I guess I'm the substitute? Oh, she jotted her ideas down on the back. Right. Um...."
One of the babies, Jason, peaked open his eyes just as the elevator doors opened up and let some Fables in who were going down to the bottom floor. Tim gave a cordial smile as he made room for them, pushing the stroller out of the way.
"Oh, they're so precious!" One of them said looking over his shoulder.
"Thank you," Tim said shyly. The doors opened wide again and he stepped out first, zipping across the floor and out the front doors.
Stairs. Tim groaned, unlocking each car seat from it's spot. Two at a time, he set the seats down at the bottom of the stairs, and then he pulled the stroller down exasperatedly. Fixing the seats back on, he took off in the direction of Johann's deli to pick up the meats for the week.
The door made a bell sound as Tim pushed it open, easing the stroller in as carefully as he could. He locked the wheels as he approached the glass cases and stared intently at the different meats.
"Oh, they're born!" Johann exclaimed. Tim always liked him; He was never a violent or mean person by nature. His smile made his cheeks go red as Tim read out loud what he needed.
"A ham roast, various lunch meats, eight packages of chicken breasts, two packages of ground beef, and one package of chicken legs."
Johann smiled, entering the back room for a moment. He came out with exactly what Tim needed, plus a little extra.
"You always give us a little more than we ask for," Tim says. "I feel bad."
"No worries," Johann says. "I'm the only Fabletown Butcher in the area. I won't go out of business for handing out free 'samples'. Have you ever tried lamb? I put in enough for a small meal if you fancy."
Tim smiles,"Thanks man. You should stop by sometime, have some coffee and watch a game or something!"
"Will do. Have a good day, and take care of your little munchkins!"
Tim exits the Butcher, placing the meats down in the carrier under the stroller. The rest of the groceries were next, at Webb'n'Muffet Market. He nodded softly at Miss Muffet, who had her general 'unsatisfactory' look placed across her face. She lightened up though, seeing him enter with his newborns.
"Goodmorning, Timothy," She said softly as he entered the aisles to look for what he needed. He returned a gruff 'Goodmorning' back before escaping her gaze. She generally intimidated him, much like the dean of discipline would in a school setting. His hands wrapped around cans of veggies, though he figured the frozen ones were better for his family. Plus, they came with more per bag. He traded the cans out for those, stacking them proffessionally in the extra baby seat that was left open. Boxes of pasta, ranging from Penne to Rigatoni, some Kraft Mac'n'Cheese, various sauces, chicken soup (For the missus, of course.) and he even grabbed a gallon of ice cream while passing the milk.
He got up to the checkout counter just as Adeline started to cry. A poopy diaper, no doubt. How was he going to do this? Like lightning speed, he tossed each item on the conveyor belt and caught a glimpse of Muffet's annoyed expression. As she rang items up, with the help of her amateur bagger, Tim attempts to unzip his daughter's suit and pulls a diaper out from the bag around his shoulder. He sighs with relief that it was only pee, and quickly wipes her over once with a wet wipe before replacing her dirty diaper with a new one. She immediately calms as he lifts her in his arms and discards the mess in the nearest trash.
"97.81," Miss Muffet says, unamused.
He scoops the change from his pockets and hands her the cash. With bags hanging on each arm, he exits the room hastily and heads toward Edward Bear's Candy. That's where Harmony noted that she would be meeting Mary; He figured Mary could use her magic mirrors to teleport his groceries to his kitchen, where he was sure that Ashlyn was still pasting letters onto a tri-fold foam presentation board.
He swung open the door, to the warmly lit small spaced candy store, making his way to the little cafe seats near the front window. It overlooked all that Fabletown had to offer, from 'A Taste of the Homelands' to Cinderella's 'Glass Slipper Shoe Store'. Mary was sipping hot chocolate when she spotted him and smiled.
"If it isn't my second main man!" She exclaimed, placing her mug down.
"Who's the first one?"
"My husband. And Carter is like, 1.5. So really, you're the third, but I figured you would feel better if I called you second."
Tim laughed, sitting himself down after positioning the stroller to face him and Mary.
"You brought them!" She squealed, her hands reaching in to rub the nearest one's chin. Gabriel squirmed in his seat, tired of being in one position for too long.
"Yeah, I couldn't leave them with their mama when she's too sick to lift her own head," He told her. "Plus, I don't quite think Ash or any of the others would know how to change a diaper just yet. But we're working on it, slow and steady."
"Well at least they're around for a helping hand or two," She says. Mary reclines, looking out the window as people pass by. "So, you didn't have to meet me here and discuss women things with me. Unless you want to, I mean-"
"Well, Harm wrote down a few things on the back of this-" He handed her the paper. "-paper. Something about balloons and um...a clown. Some dolls. I don't know."
Mary studied the list carefully, and laughed. "Exactly what I was thinking! Thanks Tim, for handing me my exact plans for this weekend!"
Tim sighed. "You're welcome. By the way, can you do me a favor and drop my groceries off at home? I need to take the rugrats to their doctors appointment."
"No problem. Fifty bucks."
"What? Mary-"
"Just kidding. See ya, Tiny."
Tim frowned, handing her the bags and the meats respectively. She disappeared, into her mirror world without looking back once, and he was left alone with four sleeping babies to haul to Swineheart.
Maybe he would buy himself a bit of chocolate for the ride there. Popping a truffle in his mouth, he braced himself against the bitter cold and secured the blankets across each baby's legs. The walk to the hospital would be brief and uncomfortable, and Tim felt his nose start to turn red against the wind. He pushed past the crowds of Fables off of Bullfinch and down the street toward Knights of Malta Hospital. Met with a burst of warm air as he enters the front doors, Tim relaxes his stance and enters the elevator quickly. Only Fables can see the extra buttons on the top of the list, the top three floors of the hospital. He was going to the middle of the three, where the pediatric unit was situated.
Hospitals were always so quiet and sterile feeling. Tim scooted the stroller down the smooth floor, passing the window that held several other newborn babies. Tim paused a moment, straining to read the names on each label.
He saw a troll baby, a furry bear baby, and a few human looking ones, all with names that seemed fitting to them. Maria, Stan, Julie, Mark, and even one named Timothy.
Tim sighed, pushing passed the window and gazing down at his own newborns. They were all half asleep, occasionally batting an eye to look up at him and smile. He made it to the end of the hall and plopped down in the waiting room, signing in and listening for directions.
"Tim Cratchit?" The receptionist asked from her desk.
He stood, pushing his stroller over.
"Yes ma'am?"
"Swineheart will see you now. Oh, look how cute they are," She said, looking over at his children.
Tim smiled,"Thank you."
Tons of little cries and squirming and an hour passes later, and Tim is now holding two of the four babies in his arms. They're sleeping of course, but after such a harsh process of being stripped down to diapers, placed on a super cold metal scale, and measured beyond their comfort zone takes a ton out of the babies. Swineheart finishes writing down everthing, compiling it into one file until the quads are old enough to be treated on separate visits. Tim hastily redresses each baby into their jammies and then their snow outfits, placing a single kiss on each forehead.
"They're doing well," Swineheart tells him. "I think it's safe to say that Gabriel won't have anymore issues, and all four are growing at the expected rate. I'm sure you'll have fun teaching them to switch between their forms."
"Yeah, that's the first New Year's resolution on the list," Tim tells the doctor. He finishes tying the straps down in each seat. Gabriel starts crying again, and Tim realizes that it's about time for a feeding. He bids the doctor goodbye, and heads home as fast as he can. And then, he can finally rest.
The apartment is quiet when he steps in, and Gabriel is still fussing for dinner, while the rest of the babies are only starting to squirm uneasily. He takes them all out of their seats and their suits, placing each cub into their specified baby chairs that sit sprawled out on the carpet inbetween the television and the couch. Harmony is there, her eyes closed and millions of discarded tissues on the floor and the couch and the blanket that covers her body.
"I'm feeling a little better," She says groggily, her voice strained from a sore throat. She starts a bout of coughing and Tim hands her a brand new box of tissues he picked up from the grocery store as well.
"How was your time out?" She asks. "Any trouble?"
"No," He said,"It was good. A little boring, but good. The babies behaved, and they're starving now. I'll cook you some soup while you feed them?"
"Sounds like a plan," She says, sitting up and reaching for Gabriel first. Tim lingers a moment, watching his wife unbutton her shirt and latch the baby on so professionally.
He loves her. His feet take him to the kitchen, where he prepares the ingredients for a good batch of Chicken Noodle Soup. He might as well make it for dinner, considering it's nearly 5.
Still not quite better, but I'm well enough to sit up straight without dying So it's an improvement! It's just the flu or something, it's going away but I'm still very stuffy and coughing and sneezing. Thanks for the get well soons and such, it helps I went to my pediatrician today and he took a throat swab so the back of my throat feels like it was jabbed by a ninja but it was just the little thing that looks like an elongated ear swab and he said tomorrow we'll see if I have strep throat or not. I probably don't but better safe than sorry. Anyway, my head doesn't hurt anymore, and that's all that matters!
Alright! I am back to announce that the final Fable Storyteller Awards for this year will soon be available for all to see! (starting tomorrow)
So, yeah, not much of an announcement this time, but I guess you could consider it as an reminder for those of you who were looking forward to it! I can't wait to share it with you guys. Oh! And you can expect one of the awards to be 'Fable of the Year', in which one lucky Fable will be picked!
I know I'm looking forward to it and can't wait to see! Here is to the final awards for 2014! Congrats ahead to all these wonderful writers and their marvelous creations! -thumbs up and high fives-
Alright! I am back to announce that the final Fable Storyteller Awards for this year will soon be available for all to see! (starting tomorr… moreow)
So, yeah, not much of an announcement this time, but I guess you could consider it as an reminder for those of you who were looking forward to it! I can't wait to share it with you guys. Oh! And you can expect one of the awards to be 'Fable of the Year', in which one lucky Fable will be picked!
This is an introduction to the main antagonist of my story on FanFiction.net: The Devil Among Us; the story itself is WAAAY to long for this thread so if you want to read it, go to the site
He walks down the empty streets at the midnight hour, he's wearing his usual clothes:
A black t-shirt that hugs his torso enough to reveal his impossibly tough physique, it's like he was carved from solid rock, and anyone would wager he could lift a car with some ease; the shirt has an Ace of Spades on both sides of it (a reference to his favourite band) he's owned it for years, but it doesn't look old.
His jeans are a darker shade of denim and he's wearing a chain on the side, with a shark-tooth necklace around his neck; all for appearances sake mind you...
His boots are Army-issue, but they're dated at maybe 1940's, they have seen many scenarios but they still look good as the polish is just visible.
Over everything he wears a long black leather trench coat, it's real leather and has zero signs of abuse; it has a hood made of black velvet that covers his face with a dark shadow against the moonlight and the street lamps; the features of his face just appearing when he puffs on his Cuban cigar...
He stands at 6'3, his devilishly handsome features are enough to evoke attraction and fear from both parties, his ageless lines and scars of battle he has chosen not to heal make him look tough and intimidating, but his oddly coloured eyes, one sapphire blue, the other dark hazel, combined with his trimmed moustache/goatee and his wicked smile can evoke an entirely different reaction as well...
His jet black hair goes to his shoulders and sways as it pleases in the light breeze coming towards him.
His name is lost to history; thousands of years old but still looking as though he is in his mid-30's; he goes by the name of Nick...
He holds power that no Fable should ever wield, a power to rival the Gods themselves, but he has not earned them rightfully: the powers of chaos and destruction. Long ago he was known as the Harbinger of Doom.
He has come to destroy Fabletown... starting with the Big Bad Wolf.
So ppl... you interested in Nick? XD
I'm gonna add some more actually:
His voice is deep and gravelly, like he smokes and drinks too much, or maybe it's to make him even more of a presence; his thick Scottish accent like he's from Glasgow isn't his by nature, it belongs to the body he's using at this moment in time.
The body of a long dead pirate, their hearts were both filled with malice and pure evil, the pirate was dead and Nick needed a host to mingle with the Mundies...
His half form is scary enough, but his true form is a living nightmare: a giant stallion with a rider's torso attached behind it's neck, flesh and muscle are it's skin now, the yellow eyes of both heads, the horse has a beaked mouth and sharp bony hooves, the rider has an ear to ear smile and a mouth filled with sharp teeth and toxic green breath that turns people's insides to mush in seconds.
He has killed millions in his lifetime; from Ancient Egyptians all the way to WW2 Nazi's, he is the perfect monster... but he wants more, he always wants more.
He knows love with a kindred spirit, a mirror demon of some renown who has found love with him also; they are perfect for each other and if you were to say it to their faces, they would both agree.
He does as he pleases and requires no help; he killed his Masters for their power, the 4 Horsemen that ensure chaos remains in the world; he has become them now.
But Bigby.... he is a new goal before Fabletown is stripped of it's souls and returned to nothing.
The Mundies call it the Nuckelavee, his Masters named their messenger the Harbinger of Doom; but it/he goes by it's hosts name: Nick.
Still interested? Go to the TWAU page of FanFiction.net; the story begins with The Devil Among Us Act 1 and will continue for 2 more afterwards, plz enjoy...
How....freakin...cute...is Tim and Harmony....with these babies. UGH! My heart can't TAKE all this cuteness! I adore Tim and Harmony; they remind me of that cute couple who are always laughing and kissing and making goo goo faces at one another!
Time sure knows how to handle so many babies but he's had practice with the 1st. And Harm sounds like she needs some Vapor rub to take care of that cold!
Tim's hand wrapped around a long list of things to do that day. His wife was sick with the flu, which meant that he was completely on his ow… moren to take care of their four bouncing babies and all the chores that need to get done in a single day. He was terrified, to say the least.
It had been so long since the last time he had to watch so many babies. Seventeen years, to be exact. His older children would be busy running in every which direction, whether it was finishing up Science Fair for school at the last minute, or hanging out at Central Park, window shopping with the last of the money they received for Christmas. School would be starting up in another three days for them. He prayed that Harmony wouldn't be sick for that long.
Dusting off the stroller that was custom made to fit five cubs, he strapped the four little car seats in to each spot. The next challenge would be to wrap his babies up in warm attire, hopefully not disturbing t… [view original content]
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I loved it your stories they flow so naturally and you maintain my attention thorough you really connect with the characters being with them at all times even at events like shaving and you write a story to make such events entertaining takes real talent. I could read them all day it's so realistic so you feel as a reader more invested
I love the ending with Gren the most I like writers who take risks and it was fun to see how far you were going to take it, but you achieved it that event was beautifully written and described excellently without going overboard with being to graphic it was nice
Now this made me smile you always write such romantic stories emmy I hope Roberts get the girl poor guy is so sad expertly written and beautifully told as always :'D
Thanks guys and gals for all the welcome back messages and all the nice things you said I missed this place and you guys plus your kindness just reminded me why thank you all so much :'D
My Reaction after finishing the final chapter of my story
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FONN-0uoTHI
Bigby dropped down into santaworkshop it was full of toy machines, candy, Christmas trees, decorations, beautiful Christmas music and jolly elves it fulfilled every sterotype you could imagine overlooking this childish heaven was a big fat man in red
Santa: Bigby HO HO HO MERRY CHRISTMAS
Bigby: Shut it fatty WHERE MY SON!!
Santa: Not a very Christmassy greeting why must you be the Grinch of this workshop
Bigby: NO MORE GAMES(sprints towards santa with his claws his animal instinct kicked in all he could see was the man who haunted his nightmares
Santa asked for the elves to move aside as he laughed an evil grin appeared across his face as he watched this beast jump towards him to rip him apart
Santa raises his hand and freezes bigby mid- air Bigby kicked frantically but was helpless elevated in the air as Santa watched with Glee
Santa: HO HO You think Santa survived all these years without some tricks we had some naughty fables before trying to steal our beloved presents I’m afraid no presents for you this year your going on the naughty list
Bigby: PUT ME DOWN!! you never gave me a present anyway but you took everything from ME!!
Santa: Naughty kids don’t deserve any presents silly
Bigby: OH you piece of sh*t every kid deserves a present at Christmas
Santa: Murderers, stealers, nasty kids are you a hambug?
Bigby: Have you ever asked why they act that way it’s people like you that create them you judge people at face value why not judge them from their experiences they had to deal with, maybe they act out because in their lives they never felt love just pain maybe another cold Christmas without a present again drove them mad as they watched other kids play together with their presents.
YOU COULD HAVE SAVED THEM give them a gift a small act in their miserable lives could change everything they always will be a second chance because there’s always be a tomorrow. There are no bad kids on Christmas day
Santa: I like you Bigby so I will not instantly kill you but explain why I kidnapped your brother and son.
Bigby: TELL ME
Santa: Look let’s just say we have developed technology which enables us to predict a kids future. You for example look even today you killed hundreds of polar bears and an elve look at your life as a fable you are invincible right now unstoppable at your peak.
Imagine if your circumstances as a kid changed and you turned evil nothing could stop you everyone would be dead so we must take necessary steps to nip potential evil fables in the bud contain them before they become unstoppable while they are still are kids and containable we are heroes.
Bigby: My son and brother are not evil LIES!!
Santa: Bigby they became some of the worst killers fable town has ever seen we seen it!!
Bigby: IMPOSSIBLE everyone deserves a chance being punished for mistakes we have yet to make crosses the line we are not gods
Santa: OK Did you finish that snowman with your son? Did you even buy him a present or were you too self-obsessed with your own problems with your bro? Aren’t you mad, violent and use bad language all the time not even Christmas cheers you up your work makes you nearly die everyday do you think your kid is blind to this and it doesn’t affect him? As for your bro your know what your childhood was like a filthy animal your lucky you turned out ok so I didn’t have to kidnap you too
Bigby(tears roll down his face but then a wry smile appears as he lights a cigarette and smokes still elevated) You f**ked up with me I am far from ok
Bigby Kicks off his boot still elevated it hits and cuts a wire in a toy machine which instantly shoots petrol straight in Santas face
Santa is blinded and Bigby drops to the floor released from the his mid-air prison
Bigby: SMOKING KILLS you know (Spits out his cigarette onto the petrol squirting out of the wire it follows the line into santa’s face then explodes instantly killing him)
Bigby then searches the top deck and finds a hidden hatch beneath which he opened and found dozens of kids including his brother and son
Bigby:(drops to his knees in tears) MY SON MY BRO
Wolverine: Every christmas I dreamed of this day(hugs)
Wolfy: DAD I knew you would save us(hugs)
Bigby: Wait here they are hundreds of elves blocking our escape I will take care of it get their attention and I want you to run ok?
Wolverine: But I want to help!!
Wolfy: Please me to you’ll die
Bigby; YOU need to protect my son and the others I need you to leave I beg you
Wolverine: Ok brother(hugs)
Bigby ran out to greet the elves awaiting him he could see their sharp teeth they were holding pocket knives to all the little eyes fixed on him they sensed fear and they wanted his blood some were waiting on higher floors with arrow rope guns to trap the beast if he turned into a wolf
Bigby: (tears in his eyes) RUN NOW!!
Bigby turned into a massive beast and ran at the elves instantly killing dozens but he grew tired the pocket knives cuts seemed to hurt more with each stab, the arrow guns they were hundreds filled his body he was trapped and at the mercy of the elves but that gave the wolverine and wolfy and the others enough time to escape.
But just before Wolverine closed the hatch being the last of the prisoners from escaping he saw his brothers last moments of life before him
Wolverine: OH F** K THIS
Wolverine dropped back down into Santa’s workshop the vibration from his landing knocked over the elves.
His metals claws ripped out of his hands and he roared running at the elves they froze out of pure fear of this beast running at them he ripped them apart like rag dolls the snipers tried the rope guns and he would just catch the bullet in his claws and dag them down Santa workshop became a pool of blood.
Suddenly the last elve appeared it had bombs strapped to its chest enough to take down the whole workshop killing everyone it was game over. Wolverine would be dead before he even reached him in seconds the place would be ash
Elve: YOU DESTROYED CHRISTMAS(Puts hand on trigger)
But like a Christmas miracle a massive unknown beast ripped apart the elve from behind his back he never saw it coming.
Wolverine: That’s my boy wolfy
Wolfy and Wolverine quickly cuts all the ropes off bigby but it was too late he has passed
Wolfy:(tears and hugs) DAD NOOOOOOOOOO
Wolverine: (A tear rolled down wolverines face and bows) He died a hero we need to leave this place NOW it’s going to collapse any second
Wolfy: I WANT TO DIE WITH HIM
Wolverine: Son you’re the only thing that keeps him alive in this world through you
Wolverine: (looks at a lifeless Santa) I wonder
Wolverine takes off Santa clothes and puts them on maybe his powers are derived from the suit he thought suddenly Wolverine felt a godlike power flow through him he was right. A smirk went across his face
Wolverine: Make a wish
Wolfy(ignorant to what just happened) I wish my dad was alive and I was home with my mom
Wolverine:(nods)
The whole room went black as if they were sucked into a black hole
They all awoke are a table full of Christmas dinner awaiting them it was Snow, Bigby, wolfy and Woverine together at the table.
They all just looked at each and smiled nothing needed to be said they got their christmas miracle
Wolverine: WHERE MY KNIFE AND FORK brother
Bigby: You Have metal claws
Wolfy: Can I?
Bigby: NO!!
Snow: Whatever it’s Christmas
Ever since that day the Wolverine became the new Santa and every kid got a toy on christmas day
Bigby new favourite day of the year was christmas because he always got what he wanted he saw his brother every year for dinner with the family
Wolfy the future killer future was changed forever that day bigby became the father he deserved and one day he would succeed him and become the best detective the town has ever seen just like his father his hero.
The end
MERRY CHRISTMAS!!
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=J-8VCL4uSUc
Hey bro
Thanks great to see you again
aww Thank you
Thanks man
Also, great to see you around and about! I will certainly get around to reading your newest chapters as soon as I can!
Whats everyone doing for newyears?
This somehow reminds me of that one story you did, The Spark Amung Us.
YOU REMEMBERED that was months ago dayum that makes me so happy wow
Probably because the petrol and fire kill was similar to the dragons death with a petrol tank and his flames
Gremily?! xD K actually like that name. Carry on, soilder. lol
I'm glad you liked it. And there shall be more to come; I don't want to say too much, as to avoid spoilers.
After all this time, I'm glad you still enjoy the stories I throw out there. I always try to aim for a topic and or lesson the stories are carried out in. And as a writer, I'm glad the readers are enjoying them, too.
Also, I have grown to Gren and felt like he needed more. Also happy the ending wasn't too bad; I know better than to flat out make it into porn. JJ said it better than I ever could: like those cheesy romance novels. xD Just enough description.
Like a true badass, Bigby. Like a true badass. I do have to agree with Stone before me. It does have The Sparks Among Us feel to it. Ahh, yes...so long ago.
Also, enjoyed the Train music video. Did wonders! 
Gosh....in just a few days. Wow...:)
Me and my fiancee are probably going out to eat, catch a movie and just watch the countdown at our place. That and lots and lots of Sparkling Cider.
Next part of Cat and Mouse, enjoy!
Cat and mouse
Let's play
Chapter 2
Her lips formed a straight line as she went through the seemingly endless stacks of paperwork before her. If one had told her that working alongside Medusa and would result in such vast amounts of paperwork Scarlett may had reconsidered. The papers mainly consisted of art and snakes Medusa had her eyes on, why this woman was so passionate about snakes was understandable, but art was another thing. Beauty was a fleeting thing, and spending thousands of dollars on something that would always fade seemed pointless to her... but perhaps this was where the hypocrite side of her shown, she did have a weakness for the finer things in life such as jewelry and clothing.
The building was silent, apart from the usual footsteps and faint gossip from incubuses and succubus about what they could possibly expect. Scarlett was well knew plenty about these demons and why Medusa usually hired these. Smart, sly, opened minded, all these traits were desired to work alongside Medusa. Creatures that could lure you in your sleep, when your most defenceless and use their stunningly gorgeous appearance to get one's guard down. Scarlett could most certainly not get into one's dreams, but Medusa had taken a liking to her. And she proved to have those traits and much more.
"Did you hear about Valora?"
"Yes, do you think it's true?"
The sudden mentioned of that name was enough to cause Scarlett to jerk her dead around, her amber eye glared daggers at the two incubuses, an eerie feeling filled the building. They all fell silent until the two gossipers noticed Scarlett's sharp glare.
"Get. Back. To. Work." she ordered, her fingers curling into fists, her eye brows knitted at the two as they quickly left. Letting out a heavy sigh she returned to the papers before her. "Now... where was I?" The sudden flicker of lights caused her brows to buckled once more in annoyance as the building darken and the noisy panic chatter of Medusa's fellow workers filled the air.
"For the love of God calm down, lousy power is on the fritz again. It will come back on in a moment... I swear I'm the only fucking man around here." Scarlett huffed rolling her eye, manicured nails drummed against the desk, awaiting for another flicker of light.
Thud....
Creak...
Thud...
Creak...
Raising a hand to signal the others to stay hushed she listened closely to the sound. True this building was old and almost as worthless as Bradwr, but Scarlett never recalled hearing something like that before. Her gaze shifted upwards, discovering the source was above her.
The air vents, of course! Reaching into the pocket of her jacket she retrieved her revolter.
"Nice try Wolf."
XXX
Jack tapped his foot as he impatiently awaited at the seemingly endless line of fellow Fables at business office. He's been here for what now... nearly an hour? He could have been at The Trip Trap getting happily drunk by now. The door behind him slowly creaked open, out rushed a short woman who tapped on his shoulder. She was a rather pretty girl, big blue doe-like eyes, medium length mousy brown hair, a very youthful appearance, could had easily been mistaken for a teenager if not for the white blouse and long navy blue skirt she wore.
"Excuse me..." she asked barely above a whisper. "Would you mind if I cut in front of you? I really need to get home soon..." slender fingers nervously tucked a lock of hair behind her ear.
Jack quickly eyed her up and down. Not bad, not bad at all. Cute enough face, in good shape, seemed meek but those are the ones who can surprise you.
"I don't mind at all." he stepped aside and made room for her. "After you."
"Thank you sir...."
"Horner, Jack Horner." he introduced shaking her hand.
"Nice to meet you, I'm Mouse!" she said, giving him a smile as sweet as sugar. "Thank you for giving me your spot in line, I been on my feet all morning. And on top of that I got a pile of paperwork waiting for me that's due tomorrow, guess putting it off last second wasn't the best idea. Whoops I'm rambling again, sorry."
"No need." Jack reassured. "Plus your quite cute when you ramble."
She open her mouth to speak but the office door open.
"Anyone know how to remove burrito stains?" Bradwr asked nervously, a noticeable bruise on his cheek.
Mouse's hand shot up, like a young child wanting to answer a question being asked by a teacher.
"I do!"
"Come right on in." Bradwr shut the door, Mouse quickly turned to Jack.
"Shall we continue this conversation elsewhere Miss Mouse?" Jack suggested, Mouse smiled sweetly.
"I would love too." she quickly dug into her purse and wrote down an address with a number. "Me and a few friends are planning to go here sometime, You ever been there?"
"The Trip Trap? Yeah I know that place." he chuckled merrily.
"Awesome, give me a call tomorrow night!" she waved to him as she left and entered the office.
Well Jack's day certainly took a turn for the better. He grinned happily to himself, perhaps karma was on his side for once.
XXX
Lyall crawled through the air vent, he could of sworn these things kept getting smaller... or maybe he just had to lay off the beef jerky. He sighed as he continued to crawl through the vent, what he was looking for was something... or anything that would predict Medusa's next move. She was unpredictable, first a fight club, now she just happened to own large buildings such as this. Clearly not linked to her fight club which was shit down... so just what was she planning?
His thoughts were cut short when a loud gunshot sound filled the area and a sheering pain slice through his hands. He let out a yelp and held his bleeding hand, another gunshot, barely missing him.
"Come out and fight me like a man!"
Oh just peachy, the ever so charming, trigger happy Scarlett noticed his presence in the vents. As if this wasn't hard enough... oh well, least this would prove to be one hell of an exciting time for them.
End of part two! And new Oc Mouse!
Mouse is from the fable "Cat and mouse in partnership." (Ironic given the story's name XD)
(From the wiki)
A cat and a mouse, contrary to the custom of their kinds, become friends, such good friends that they decide to share a home. That they might have something to fall back on in time of need, they buy a pot of fat and hide it away in a nook of a church for safekeeping. After a short time, the cat tells her housemate that one of her relations has given birth and that the mouse's friend has been asked to be godmother. Instead of going to a christening, though, the cat goes to the nook of the church and eats the top layer of the fat in the pot. When the cat returns home, the mouse asks the name of the kitten. The cat replies, "Top-off." The mouse remarks that she has never heard such a name.
Soon thereafter, the cat announces that she again has been invited to a christening. On the cat's return, the mouse asks what name was given to this kitten. "Half-gone," answers the cat. Again the mouse wonders aloud at the oddness of the name.
The cat goes a third time to the church, this time finishing off the fat. When the cat returns, the mouse asks the name given at this christening. "All-gone," answers the cat. Again the mouse shakes her head.
Winter arrives, and with it the lean times the friends had anticipated. The mouse proposes a trip to the church to retrieve the provisions stored there. When she beholds the empty pot, enlightenment dawns on the mouse: "First 'Top-off,' " she murmurs, "then 'Half-gone,' and then ..." The cat warns her to say no more, but the mouse persists. The cat pounces on the mouse and eats her up. "And that is the way of the world," the story closes.
Quick bio of Mouse.
Mouse is a shy and sweet girl, though very naïve and gullible. Although not the bright she is certainly not the dumbest. She hates stuff that involves harming others or causing suffering, she always willing to give someone a second chance no matter what they did. Mouse is rather cowardly and lacks the ability to stand up for herself. Most of that must fall on her friends and lovers to do for her. She also has a intense fear and dislike of cats, she currently works odd jobs as well as a waitress, but longs to be a nurse.
And as for the mentioned of Valora, we're find out later on.
And fun fact, Mouse used to be a Twdg Oc, but since I gotten more into Twau I changed her to fit the series. Plus I never got to write about her during my Twdg days.
Ethan, duffle bag in hand, walked into his tiny apartment kitchen. He was heading to Penny's house for the few hours his dear, sweet brother would need. He was even expecting to sleep over tonight; he'd text Peter and see if it was safe to return to his own apartment. But Ethan knew better. Holly was going to stay over and Ethan honestly did not want to hear his brother have sex. Even earbuds couldn't block out those noises.
Floating beside Peter, was Nick. Since their father gave the twins Nick as a birthday present, he and Peter grew very close. Their mother claimed the relationship was that of Georgie and Nick all those years ago. Their father even labled Nick as Peter's 'guidance' or conscience. Ethan used to let this bother him; he was given Nick as a present, too and yet he was always left out. But the years passed and Ethan felt his brother needed more of the guidance tha he did.
Ethan watched his brother turn the oven on and add pepper to the Steaks. The radio played an old country song by Shenandoah; music like that always brought the twin brothers to the summer days and nights they spent at their grandfather's manor. Nana would cook and bake pies while the children played outside among the wild flowers and tall weeds. The wind would blow through the trees and a blanket of clouds and blue above. Their papa John would be in the garage fixing on old cars or building Ships in bottles.
Ethan sighed. Now, here he and Peter were, in their mid twenties, dealing with a crime no one saw coming. Nick turned and noticed the John look-alike standing under the doorway.
"Hey, Ethan. Where you off to?"
Snapping his fingers, Peter whirled around and smiled. "Hey there, little brother-"
"By three minutes, you turd...."
"I'm still older. So, where you headin' to?"
Ethan rolls his eyes and grabs an umbrella. Although the rain had not fallen, the skies called for a storm. They were gray and the air was frigid.
"Penny's place. I figure I'd hang out there tonight. Gives me an excuse to see the boys, too."
Since the birth of the quads, Penny's hands were full and she felt overwhelmed. With Johann gone during the day, she was left with four newborns and a cranky one year old. Ethan felt this was also an excuse to give the poor woman a chance to sit and get off her feet. Maybe drink. Who knew.
"Penny, really?" Peter nearly runs into Nick, as he transfers the Steaks onto a plate. "Surprised you're not going to Junior's tonight."
"He and Mary are out on a date, too. Mom and dad are busy watching THEIR kids and I felt my presence would be a bit much for them."
Peter covers the plate with foil. "Well, tell her and Johann said hi."
Ethan nods. "I will surely do so, Peter. Call me if ANYTHING happens and you find out the results from Swineheart."
"I'm heading down there in the morning, so do I meet you there or are you coming back here?"
Ethan pauses to think. "I'll return to the apartment. Gives me a chance to shower and get ready. I KNOW we're going to have a shit ton of paperwork tomorrow."
"You think so, Ethan?"
Ethan glares at Peter just as his hand touches the door knob. "You know we will, Peter. When do we never have paperwork?"
"Yeah..." Peter grabs a towel. "You're right. I'll, uh, call you if anything happens sooner."
"Hopefully we can get answers or some clues from that evidence."
"What bothers me is that Kiwi smell I keep detecting around either the crime scene or the victim's bodies."
"We'll figure this out, Peter. Until than, relax tonight and have fun with Holly. TRY to forget about this all...."
"I'll try." Peter opens a Beer and drinks. "I can't make promises but I'll try."
"I'll take that, Peter. See you later."
"Be safe, bro."
Ethan smiles and waves. Closing the door behind, Peter reaches fr the radio and turns the knob. The country song continues to play, as he whirls around and snatches up a bottle of Wine. Taking the cork out, Nick flies beside Peter and eyes his triumph glory over the task of removing the cork.
"Holly like to drink Wine with her Steak?"
"Yeah and so do I. Get that from my mom."
Nick snorts. "Soooo, Peter...serious about Holly are you?"
"Yes. I've always found her irresistable and such a witty and foxy attitutde to top it off."
"Hmmm, yes. She DOES have a 'foxy' attitude about her."
Peter grabs forks, knives and two glass plates. He begins setting the table, Nick casually floating behind, leaving a trail of misty blue streaks. In the middle, Peter lights two candles and adds the bottle of Wine and Champagne.
"Whoa AND Champagne, too?"
"It will be a night of romance and celebration."
Nick seemed confused. "Celebration..."
Peter digs into his pant pocket and pulls out a little purple velvet box. He opens the top, showing Nick a beautiful two carat gold ring. The diamonds glistened in the light.
"Wow....you're going to ask Holly for her hand in marriage?"
"Yes." Peter shuts the top. "I'm loved Holly since the day I entered her bar on my twenty first birthday. Ever since than, her image haunts my dreams and they won't stop until I make her mine for eternity."
Nick sighs. "You DO know she's a TROLL, right?"
"Indeed I do." Peter leans on the table and winks at Nick. "Do YOU know I'm the bastard child of Bigby Wolf and Lyla Smith, the daughter of a once powerful Folker Council member?"
"Smart ass." Nick flies to the window and peers out. "I KNOW she had an idea about your, um, genetic makeup. I just never pictured you with a bar Troll is all...."
Peter adjusts his shirt collar and glances into a nearby mirror. He licks his index finger and glides it across both eybrows.
"What can I say-love crossing that Bridge."
"Ewww." Nick lands on the table. "That's, ummm, a nice image to picture."
"Well, no one is telling you to stay."
"Did you at LEAST make ME a Steak to chew on while you two are too busy exchanging saliva?"
"Burnt to a crisp, just how you like it. It's in the microwave."
Nick smiles. "Well, Big Bad Wolf....thank you and hopefully, all goes well tonight."
Peter flips Nick off. "Fuck off, Nicholas. Don't call me that and-"
"Never call me Nicholas again and we have a deal."
"Deal."
Holly arrived twenty minutes later. The Steaks were finished cooking and the remaining dishes sitting on the table. The radio played a soft melody and as Peter took one final look in the mirror, there was a knock on the door.
"Coming, coming!" Peter runs and opens the door. "Holly..."
Wearing a slender black dress with a slit on the side and black matching heels, Holly walked inside the apartment. She placed her clutch on a nearby table and sniffed the air.
"MMMM. It smells wonderful in here, Peter."
"Hope you like Steak and-"
Holly giggles. "You had me at Steak, Wolf."
Guiding Holly to the kitchen, he pours her a glass of Merlot. Holly and Peter clink glasses and sit. Holly swirls her Wine around in the glass and watches Peter. He looked different in his flannel shirt and blue jeans; he was usually in a black shirt, ties, slacks and trechcoat. Just like Bigby but she'd never tell Peter this. Ever.
"This is a nice choice, Peter."
"I remember you mentioning it awhile back."
Holly reaches over and gently touches Peter's hand. "Glad to know my stories don't bore you too much."
"I like your stories." Peter finishes off his Beer. "They are always so interesting and full of fun."
Smelling the cooked meat, Peter stands up and opens the oven. With the meal complete, Holly and Peter sit at the table. They both grab a plate and begin adding food.
"This looks wonderful, Peter. You didn't have to do all this."
"Well, I figured a change of scenery wuld be nice."
Holly grabs the Steak sauce and adds a dab onto the side. Cutting into his meat, Peter examines his Steak. Bloody and rare. Slighty cooked on the top and bottom. Just how he liked it. He watches as Holly places a piece of meat into her mouth.
"Good?"
"Very." Holly swallows and wipes her mouth. "I never took you as a cook."
"I only know SOME things. Ask me to do something else and forget it."
"It must be built into the male DNA. Anything with meat."
"Agree."
Holly and Peter sit hushed and eat their meal. Both were never much for conversation; one of the many reasons why they worked perfectly. Holly understood and never pushed Peter into a conversation he didn't want to speak about. Same with Holly. Peter made the mistake of inquiring about Lily, Holly's deceased sister. He knew some but not enough; he asked several years ago, as Holly closed up the bar and cleaned. Her reaction was not what he was expecting.
"So, Holly about your sister-"
"What ABOUT her, Peter?"
"I heard she was murdered and I was wondering-"
"I don't want to talk about that..."
Peter remembers egging her on until she could no longer take it; the once beauty with the striking white hair, was now a blood thirsty Troll and tossing glasses at Peter's direction. After his success in calming her down, she finally revealed to him the difficult truth. Peter never asked after that day.
Same applied to Peter. Holly knew better than to bring up Bigby Wolf. She made the mistake of saying HE was the father. Holly had never seen Peter so enraged. Now, she was careful and said Georgie. Not Bigby. Eventually, he'd be comfortable enough to discuss him. All it took was time.
"This was lovely, Peter. I enjoyed this meal...glad to know you CAN cook some things."
Peter giggles. "Well, looks like I'll be making MORE meals in the future."
Holly stood up and walked over to Peter. Standing behins him, she gently wraps her fingers along Peter's shoulder. Her grip tightens. Peter trembles beneath her touch.
"Ohhhh, yeah. Me likey."
Holly snickers. "I know you do, Wolf. You deserve it."
Peter grabs her hand. "Holly, I have to ask you something."
"Oh. What is it, Peter?"
"Close your eyes."
Holly did so, leaving Peter to fish out the box. From the corner, Nick watch in anticipation. Peter dropped to one knee and grabbed Holly's hand.
"Peter, I-"
"Okay. NOW open them."
When Holly noticed Peter on the floor, she was immediatly driven to tears. With her free hand, she cups her mouth.
"Peter...."
"Holly, for years now you and I have been together. You know what sets me off, calms me, my deepest secrets, fears and desires. Besides my family, you are the only one I can trust."
"Oh Peter...I love you so much."
"Holly, will you marry me?"
Holly leaps forward, pounces Peter and plants several kisses along his face. His scruffy hair brushes against Holly's face, as they twirl in place.
"Yes!" Holly was still stunned, as Peter slipped the ring onto her finger. "Yes, yes, yes, yes!"
Passionatly, Holly and Peter kiss. Nick grins, as the couple embrace.
Peter takes Holly's hand. "Ethan is gone for the night...let's celebrate while we have the place to ourselves."
Peter lifts Holly into his broad arms and carries her to the bedroom. Holly pins her face along Peter's neck.
Nick beams. "Congrats, Peter. You did good, kid."
The celebration would come to a hault as the sun rises over the sleeping city of Fabletown. In a puddle of blood, was the body of Jumbo Riley.
Any questions, let me know. Had time; back to the usual routine tomorrow.
Need to make a pic of Ethan and Peter now.
After all of these months, I thought you were never going to come back to this thread! I'm super glad you came out of nowhere and proved me wrong though!
I love that picture! I can't wait to see Peter and Ethan. IF you have time, can you make one with Holly and Peter? I'll pay you because I know you are busy and these take a lot of time.
Anyway, I just love Ethan in this. His character is really booming and it suits him. Good luck going to Penny's place. But the way describe her situation, perhaps she could use the extra help.
And nick!! I was going to ask about him; I knew you'd add him sooner or later because you told me this will cover a lot that wasn't in your past stories. I love the dialogue between Peter and Ethan. It's hilarious.
Awwww! Holly and Peter are getting married!! Are we to expect little Wolf and Troll babies?
glad he found someone. I can't wait to read more.
And oh crap...Jumbo is dead!? I bet this killer saw him speaking to Peter and Ethan. I wonder who will find him. This is all getting too real and very good. I'm still wondering about the Tailor and the victims from the club and now Jumbo. I can't wait to see what happens next and more about Gren and Emily, considering here will be baby or babies soon!!
Getting pizza and playing video games. Boyfriend and I might go to a party my cousin is throwing. May hang out with Pie if he's not too busy. Ready for the new year!
Yay! I'm glad you liked it! When I posted it, was reconsidering it! XD They are too cute together. Will you explain more, considering he had issues with Georgie for so long? You don't have to say if it has spoilers.
I'm enjoying this and cant wait for more! You are doing an excellent job with the Porgie Clan. They have taken on so much more over the months you have been writing and creating drawings.
I always look forward to more.
Sorry for the lack of posting. I would have one earlier but had to change a few things. Go back and read a few of Pie's notes; did not get some things right and had to rewrite it all. Felt like TTG with Willingham. XD
"Almost finished with the preperations, Kevin?"
"Almost, Decimus. We just need a sample of the girl's hair and it will be complete."
Surrounding a boiling pot of black liquid stood Amber, Decimus and his son Kevin. Decimus was the head leader of the Council. He kept a watchful eye over the Folker community and the reason why Fables were never allowed on their lands. Amber was his loyal help and keeper of the Folker's most treasured values and secrets. Kevin was simply there for looks and to one day take over his father's place. His mind, however, was corupted and full of hatred and despair.
Decimus circled the pot of black goo. Nearby, Malcom and Lyla's father John stood by ad awaited for their leader's approval. John feared for his daughter's safety; normally, the Council would banish any female Wolf that even touched a Fable and cast her off into the harsh Mundy world. Her family would be ridiculed and shame would be brought for many generations. John's only saving grace was his ranking in the Council.
"You're very lucky, Johnathan." Decimus takes a large, long branch and holds it above the pot. "Your daughter is one to dance to her own beat. I knew she'd give this Clan hell and would no doubt cause both you AND your wife countless sleepless nights."
"Lyla was always a wild one." John tried to avoid sounding desperate and afraid. "She's got the spirit of her grandfather."
Decimus twirls the stick around. "Ah yes. Your dear father, Raymond. He was a good man, bless his heart. He was a fighter, John but he KNEW when business was business and obeyed EVERY rule we laid out."
"I understand, sir. Lyla will be dealt with-"
"A Grendel is a beast no she Wolf like your own flesh and blood should EVER attempt to befriend."
John clears his throat. "If I MAY add, Decimus-Robert does not appear to be like the Grendels showcased in our books. Perhaps they COULD-"
"Are you CHALLENGING my authority, John?"
John backs into a corner. "No...sir...no, I-"
"Good." Decimus points the stick at John's chest. "Because like it or not, you KNOW the rules, John. I'd hate to send Lyla away and you lose your position on the Council. It's bad enough you and that flea bag Sheriff from Fabletown even communicate on a daily basis."
"Bigby is a dear friend. We can LEARN from the Fables, join as one and-"
"Enough, John. I shall not speak no more of this ridiculous plan you seem to have rambling in your brain. No Fable OR Folker can ever be one. It's immpossible!"
"But we CAN learn, Decimus. We are all against the mundy world and-"
"-Yet you lay down with one, John. I TURNED the other cheek when you brought that mundy woman into this community. It was hell protecting you and your rapidly growing family. I even GAVE you the mind erasing spell when Lyla nearly fell in love with that disgusting Georgie Porgie, yet another one of your dear Fables."
John hangs his head low. "Decimus-"
"You NEED to understand something, John. We can't associate with creatures like that. We just can't. This world must be protected and I need you to understand that. This world has to be what it once was. I allow THIS to continue and everything will be turned upside down and for what, John? All our hard work. Gone."
Malcom stands before John. The devestation growing in his eyes and face was too much for the Wolf to bare. He couldn't stand to see his dear friend in such pain.
"John understands, sir. We will continue with the cleansing and no more talk of Fables will spill from his lips again."
Decimus pats Malcom on the shoulder. "You're a good man, Malcom. You'll make Lyla a proud wife and bore you many strong Wolf cubs to come."
Malcom nods. "Yes sir."
Although Malcom was Lyla's 'coice' mate, according to the Council, he still believed deep down inside they were wrong. He'd never question them, however and like John, secretly tried to find an alternative route for their destiny. He was devestated when John agreed to wipe Lyla's mind of Georgie, for they ALL knew he was truly meant for the she wolf.
Decimus returned to the pot. He took the stick and dipped the front into the liquid. It rippled and began to shake. A cloud of white and gray rose from the darkness. It showed an image of both Robert and Lyla.
"Once the cleansing is complete, she will no longer have the desire to seek out this Grendel boy. He will eventually lose all hope and perish from a broken heart. After this has been done, Lyla will once again be free and handed over to Malcom. She will no longer wish to speak, think or hold a conversation with a Fable."
John was shocked. "Robert will perish? No! I don't want anyone to die-"
"You KNOW this is part of the process, John. The Grendel MUST vanish in order for Lyla to become free from the shackles of Fabletown. His broken spirit and anguish willfuel the power and the cleansing will be complete."
"There has to BE another way!"
"Another mind erasing bullshit spell will NOT work this time. The images on her SHOW he has the mark of love and desire. This must be done, John or the boy will continue to seek out Lyla. Are you ready for the final step?"
What choice did he have? With a heavy heart, John nods in agreement.
"Excellent. Find me a lock of Lyla's hair. Bring it to me and we will finish the process. Go forth and collect her hair."
John immediatly walks out of the room. Following behind, Malcom hears the eerie laughter of Kevin, Decimus and Amber. He tries to comfort his long time friend but the mighty Wolf can not bare it. He understood the rules, the ceremonies and the process it took to remove markings. He was ashamed for what he'd dne to Georgie. To his daughter. What WOULD happen to Robert.
Before Malcom could speak, John was in true Wolf form. The massive White Wolf leaned his head back and bellowed out a mournful cry. He jumped upon a large boulder and ran into the dark forest.
His agony cries continuing to fill the night.
,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,"Robert, watch....watch me, Robert. ROBERT! Look!"
Gren, lost in a sea of Jack Daniels and Midas Gold, spun on a nearby light post. His eyes were blood shot and his breath smelled heavily of alcohol. Robert and Lyla were tipsy but were able to control their behavior and motor skills. Gren, however, lost all ability to do so; he was now on the street corner, singing ranbom songs and humming certain tunes.
Robert chuckles. "God you're such a damn alcoholic."
Lyla, shivering from the cold, huddles closer to Robert. "He reminds me of my older sister Gina."
"Which one is Gina?"
"Tall, long brown hair, VERY loud. Dated Jack Horner for a bit. Parties all the time. Almost got arrested for starting a fight."
"Oh yeah. Gina."
Gren runs into a brick wall. Assuming it was a person, Gren rolls his fists up into balls and is prepared to fight.
"HEY! You.....yo-you...you fucking wanna go, you stupid fucking asshole. YOU don't fucking know me, bub!"
"EASY there, Tiger." Robert grabs his brother. "Say your sorry to the nice man."
Lyla tries not to laugh, as Gren smiles and pats the brick wall.
"It's alright there buddy youaregoing....to make a fine.....wealouthqlkj...."
Lyla bursts out in laughter. "What is he saying?"
Robert shakes his head. "I don't...let's just get him home and-"
"ROCKETS!" Gren points to the sky. "Robert, they are going to fucking send a Rocket, to the moon. Did....did hiccup....did you know that?"
Robet carries Gren over his shoulder. "Wow. I did not know that, Gren."
"Yeah..." Gren kicks his legs in mid air, nearly hitting Robert in the face. "They, ummm.....fuck, man.....they told me."
"The Rockets did?"
"NO, you fucking idiot...that Cactus....the one pretty Cactus told me...she, ummm....hiccups.....ummm....."
"Okay, Gren. The Cactus."
Lyla holds Gren's head up. His color indicated a possible regurgitation of the night's intake.
"Guess I'M the Cactus..."
"I guess so, Lyla. How's he doing back there?"
Gren had one eye open and the other partially closed; he was still mumbling to himself about Cactus, Rockets and the occasional breast talk. He tried touching Lyla's face.
"You...have the biggest....hiccups...fusking BIG ol' bitties there, umm....shit....fuck....your name is Lola, right?"
"No, Lyla."
"Oh.....that's too, ummmm, hard to remember. I'll, uhh.....shit...fucking call you Savage."
Robert nearly drops his brother. "The FUCK Gren-Savage?"
"Shut the fuck up, Tinkie or I'll cut ya with......mehgoingtoget....hiccups....following the Ducks in the pond and tonight is the carnival.....fucking idiots..."
Robert and Lyla burst into a laughing fit. Several mundies looked back at the delirious duo and their drunken sidekick. Reaching Gren's apartment, Robert finds the keys, takes them out and begins climbing the stairs.
Afterseveral grueling minutes, they reach Gren's apartment. Lyla finds a spot on the couch and throws herself into the cushions. Robert gently places his brother ont he floor and throws a blanket down. Gren does not stire and remains silent the rest of the night.
"Turn him on his belly."
"What?"
"His belly....so in case he throws up, it won't go back and choke him..."
"Eh, he'll be fine." Robert buries his face into the cushion. "He's....just...fine..."
"Robert, I'm sleepy. You think Gren will mind if we crash here? Robert? Robert?"
Lyla looks over and notices Robert's current state; fast asleep and breathing heavily, he snores into the cushion. Lyla pushes his face up, grabs a nearby blanket and covers them both up. A good night sleep is what they ALL needed. Closing her eyes, Lyla immediatly falls asleep in Robert's arms.
Several miles away, in Central park, a lonely white Wolf hides in the shadows and simply waits.
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Couldn't sleep, so I decided to write. Again, would have posted sooner but needed to change some things up.
Oh wow. This is exactly what I'd expect from Decimus and the Council. You have indeed captured their character perfectly. That little section about TTG and Willingham made me laugh; I guess I understand now WHY he was so, oh how can I say it-'anal' about his characters and how they were portrayed in the game. Appreciate you taking my concern into consideration.
I loved this all. That section with Gren made me laugh so freaking hard. That bit with calling Lyla a Cactus, the Rockets in the sky. xD
XD XD Typical Robert and Gren behavior.
Great work, dude. I'll say this again and again: your writing has improved and it shows. Keep up the fantastic job.
The sun rose over the towering buildings and peeked through the gaps. The sunshine flickered on the city below, illuminating the streets and the sky above. The mundies and Fables alike awoke from their slumber and began migrating to their next destination. Groups of civilians collected on the corners and waited for the lights to change color.
In an apartment, not too far from Central park, sat a woman glancing at her arm. Emily had a single thin sheet wrapped around her midsection. Quietly, she examined her arm; her tattoos could not hide her new found image, as her finger traced the fresh mark.
There, near her wrist, was a Lilypad. A simple green circle topped with a beautiful purple Lily. The marking. Gren had marked Emily Caitlynn Porgie as his own. She was surprised but was not bothered by it. In fact, despite her feelings for the barfly and notorious drunk, a large part of her was pleased to see it. Another, however, felt a strong sick feeling in her gut. Emily had the urge to vomit. Not out of disgust but for remorse.
Emily carefully eyed the marking. This was something she could never take back or even attempt to ignore. Gren's feelings for the young woman were no longer in the category of 'friend' or 'loved one.' Instead, his sexual attraction and desire to make Emily his for all eternity were his main goals in life now. When a Grendel marks you, it was set in stone; only way to erase the feelings was to remove the marking on either both parties or the person to have left the marking. This, however, was a painful process from what Emily had read about. Also, heard stories about.
Gren's process of removing the mark in regards to Carla was difficult; the scar on his neck was his way of proving sometimes things can go sour and change your life. From what he states, even for the best.
Vivian sat beside Emily. Her finger traced the beautiful image. Her eyes lit like stars on a clear summer's night.
"It's beautiful, Emily."
"It fookin' is, ain't it Viv?"
Vivian leaned closer. Emily could feel the cool air brushing against her face. The sensation caused Emily to be fully alert and aware of her situation. Still on the floor, was a sleeping Gren. His snoring indicated to Emily how exhausted he truly was. Wrapped around his body, was a blanket provided by Emily.
The moment she woke up and came to her senses, she surprisingly did not regret it. Emily pulled strands of Gren's hair back and lovingly studied his face. It was like out of a Van Gogh painting; his jaw line was perfectly sculptured and his skin kissed by the sun. She outlined his scar under his left eye. She remembered being a little girl and asking Gren various questions about its origin. The stories always changed over the years but it never stopped her from asking. The different stories seemed to interest the young Emily.
As she continued to examine his face, the feelings intensified within. Her heart was racing the more her fingers felt Gren's flesh. Flashes of their passionate love making clouded her mind; Emily closed her eyes and felt Gren's bare body pinned against her own naked body. His tender kisses against her neck, his fingers entangled in her long black hair. Emily could still feel his powerful thrusts, as they made fervent love on the counter and kitchen floor.
"I love you so much, Emily."
"Oh Gren...I fookin' love ya', too...."
"I've always loved you, Emily...always...."
Always. Those words continued to swim in her mind, even as Emily continued to glare at the marking. Gren had always loved Emily. As a little girl, Gren always treated her differently than the other kids. Her parents always joked she was his favorite; Gren spoiled Emily and every Christmas, bought her the most lavish of gifts. He even snuck her fifteen year old self a six pack of Beer. She never placed too much thought into it. After tonight, however, her feelings drastically changed.
"Emily." Vivian's soothing voice brought her back from space. "Emily, sweetie....how do you-"
"I love him, Vivian."
Vivian beamed. Her hand gently caressed Emily's. "You....love him?"
Emily rubs her forehead. "Yes....I...I fookin' love him, Vivian. I have never bloody felt this way 'bout anyone. Not even..."
Felicia's image returned to his mind. Emily adored the girl; she was Emily's crutch and saving grace for several years. Sadly, Felicia also became Emily's medication and escape from the world around her. Emily thought it was love but looking back now and after the night she spent with Gren, she knew the sad truth. It was never love.
"I told you, Emily."
The day Vivian sat speaking to Emily while she was in the shower. She warned Emily about the 'lost soul' and becoming one.
"Ya' did, Vivian. Ya' did. I didn't want ta' fookin' believe it but...."
"You are more than what you allow yourself to be. THIS whole 'Georgie of Fabletown' crap was cute when you were a kid; nothing brightens a man's heart than to see his little girl acting and wishing to be close to him. You and your father were always so close. But as you aged....I worried. You took on HIS personality and past more than was recommended."
"I loved that club. He gave ME the club-"
"You know he regrets giving you that thing. I REGRET your father handing that filthy place over to you. It was nothing but trouble..."
Emily rubs her eyes. "I know he does....they all fookin' do."
"How do you feel right now, Emily? Do you think I'm insane now?"
Emily chuckles, looking up. There was a shimmer in her eyes. "I don't think you are, Viv. I...I love Gren. I bloody fookin'-"
Before Emily could finish, there was a light tapping on the door. Emily and Vivian quietly stood up and listened. Gren rolled over but never awoke from his slumber. Emily inched closer to the door and waited.
"Who is it?"
"Sssh....'old on."
Again, another faint TAP TAP on the door. Emily waited to see who it was this early in the morning. With the recent murders and the night she was nearly killed at the club, Emily remaind on her toes and waited.
"Emily-" That voice."Emily, are you there?"
Emily sighed in relief. She opened the door and grinned.
"Rosie, hey....what, uh, what are ya' doin' 'ere?"
Rosie stands under the doorway. She wears a black coat, knee high black boots and dark blue jeans. Upon her face, was a rather large smile.
"Is he, uh....in there, Emily?"
"Yeah but he's asleep."
Rosie examined Emily. She noticed the sheet wrapped around her body. Glaring to the side, was Gren on the floor and fast asleep.
"It's alright. This won't take long."
Emily stood to the side. "Well, uh, come on in then."
Removing her coat, Rosie looked around the tiny apartment. Vivian sat back on the couch. She was hushed.
"Ya' want Coffee or something, Rosie?"
"No, no. Thank you, though. I stopped by your parent's place and they told me you were here, so I wanted to see you before I headed to work. How are you feeling?"
"Alright. Me fookin' side 'urts and I lost my club and few dancers but otha' than that, been betta'."
"I'm sorry for your loss, Emily. You and Felicia were close and you loved that club. Perhaps it's for the best."
"Perhaps." Emily rubs her side. "Would 'ave liked it ta' fookin happen a different way but beggars can't be choosers, right?"
Rosie only nods. Emily's body becomes still. She tries to manueaver in her spot, hoping to find a comfortable place on the couch.
"Did Peter and Ethan ever find out who is doing this?"
"No, neva'....they are running some tests, I bloody guess."
"Scary, isn't it Emily?"
"Yeah....it fookin' is."
Rosie plays with her scarf. The apartment was cold and the air was still.
"Please be easy on him, Emily."
Emily was taken back by Rosie's words. "Woot did ya' say?"
"Be careful with him, Emily. I....I know you being here isn't JUST out of the kindness of his heart."
"How did you-"
"I'm a Grendel, Emily. We sense it. I can smell it on you. I also saw the mark....its quite lovely."
Emily tries to cover it with her hand. "I'd neva' 'urt him, Rosie."
"Please, Emily. For the sake of what he's got left of his heart. He REALLY loves you. I don't think he can handle another disappointment or heartache. He just can't, Ems. You're his last hope..."
"Wow, puttin' the fookin'-"
"I mean it, Emily. We ALL know the kind of woman you CAN be. If you're not serious, tell him now so we can remove those markings."
Emily holds out her wrist. "Apparently me own heart want's the same fookin' thing."
Rosie wipes away a tear. "I can never forgive my mother for what she's done to him. Our biological father is a wonderful man but it would have been nice to KNOW this years ago; I think he feels the same way and the blow wouldn't have been so bad, if she was just honest from the start. He felt foolish, Emily...so betrayed."
"I would too, Rosie. Me own mother won't speak ta' her right now."
"No one will. I was over at nana and papa's place yesterday. I've never heard them say such horrible things about my mother...."
"Can ya' blame them, Rosie?"
"Than my brothers acting all high and mighty, now that they learned who their real father is. Yes, Gren is NOT my biological father but fuck, man. He RAISED all of us as if we were. That knocked him WAY back, when the boys refused to visit or acknowledge him. That's all he's ever wanted, Emily. Please....keep all this in mind..."
Emily grabs Rosie's hand. "I'll neva' do those things ta' him, Rosie. I promise ya' this...."
Rosie gently kisses Emily's hand. "Thank you, Emily. I always knew there was something good inside of you...I wish you'd let it out more often."
"Maybe he's supposed ta' help me with that fookin' problem..."
Rosie stands up and grabs her coat. "I hope so, Emily. Tell him I stopped by and will calll later."
Rosie and Emily embrace. "I will, Rosie Posie."
"You always had a special place in his heart, Emily." Emily could feel Rosie's tears falling from her eyes. "He's always love you...."
With one last embrace, Rosie leaves the apartment building and out into the cold streets. Emily closes the door behind her; Vivian waits to see what emily's next move would be. Emily said not one word, as she walked across the wooden floors and stood beside Gren. All those years of lies and tourment. No wonder he drank so much.
Emily removed the sheet and carefully slipped under the blanket. Gren's bare body pressed against her own, as his arm wrapped around her torso. burying her face into his neck, Emily closed her eyes and slowly fell asleep beside Gren.
"I love ya, Gren." She whispered into his ear. "I fookin' love ya'...."
Vivian said not one word, as she allowed their connection to complete. They were one.
Any questions, you know the drill. Had time before work. Damn, it's so cold right now and of course the stupid heater goes out. Thank god the misses has a brother who KNOWS how to fix these things. xD
I'm still sick as a dog
I don't think I'll post anything until I feel better, because it just hurts too much to do anything right now. I think it's the flu and I've been sick for about 3 days now and it sucks really bad. I'm going to go lie down now.
-sends virtual chicken soup- Hope you get better soon. It's no fun being sick. Rest, drink plenty of fluids and take it easy. Here is to a speedy recovery.
Well, half of these are YOU own personal ideas and I'd hate to mess up or make something randomly up that leaves the readers stuck and unsure.
And Gren drunk. 'nuff said.
I loved the begining description. I just pictured the large city with a rising sun over the ocean and gliding over the buildings. If this teaching thing eventually bores you and iullustrating is a possibility, perhaps you should really consider writing. I'm impressed with your abilities and it shows how much you truly love not only TWAU characters but your own.
Also, its nice to see Emily's softer side. She has been holding back for so long and we don't see that until you sit and write about her; she was too lost in georgie's world, that she forgot she had HER own. I appreciate Vivian being so tough and sticking by Emily's side.
Also,Rosie. It sickens me to think the twin boys no longer consider Gren their 'father'; he did raise ALL three. Where the fuck was their biological father at this entire time? THAT'S what they should be considering and not attacking gren while he's face down in the dirt. At least Rosie comes around; it was nice to see her make a little visit to Emily and Gren.
Oh god! My feelings! That last part, pie! Shit...you sure know how to make people rethink a person and cheer them on for the best outcome. He seems truly in love with emily; not just the markings but from your past stories. He WAS always favored by Emily and they had a special bond; I can recall a section where she had an operation and he brought over "The Ninja Turtles" and lucky charms.
Have you seen the Disney movie Hercules? Who am I kidding....course you have. XD Anyways, that song Megara sings, 'I won't say I'm in love' popped into my head while reading this.
Anyways, loved this and can't wait for more.
Seriously, feel well soon.
I'll explain more; I don't want to focus too much on the situation Gren has with Carla and the boys. Right now, I want to cover Peter, Ethan and Emily's story; I'll jump around and TRY to have either the chapter solely focus on ONE, both or all three. Like I stated before, this is the last section to the Porgie Clan and I want it to be memorable and special.
WHAT I'll tackle next is still up in the air.
I'll write more in regards to the murders and Emily's surprise she'll receive in a few weeks. 
And Rosie can not understand but again, I'll cover SOME; what I'll write about should answer your questions. And yes, I've heard that song and agree. It does fit Miss Emily.
The Story of Boogey Man, The Fable of Fear
I wasn't the original, my father was. He was the first sack man, bogeyman, monster under the bed. Me? Well I was his bastard child. His so called legacy after they boxed him for god knows how long. As for my mother, I didn't really know her well unfortunately as I spent so much time in the Dark Realm with all the other monsters that dwelled there as I aged and would of giving everything to see her again.
You are probably wondering how I became the mondern day Boogey Man? Well, let me put it like this. Boxers traps father for centuries, son takes father place temporary then decide to do something big, like bringing a realm of dark creatures to the mundane world and enslave it. Then son is defeated by a half human half dragon.
Extraordinary isn't it? Didn't think so. The son of a dark deity was defeated by a fucking half breed fable. All the time I spent trying to craft the perfect plan that would put my name in the books with the other big bads. I wanted to become more than my father's shadow, I wanted to become the true meaning of fear and not some tale that parents tell their children to frighten them.
After my terrible defeat, I walked the planes of my realm and quietly watch from the shadows of the mundy and fable worlds. Plotting and waited to make my next move there he came, a fable? No this...this being wasn't exactly a fable, he was something the mundies used to protect themselves from evil. A gargoyle if I recall.
Why would this thing want to be associated with the likes of me? Didn't he know who I was? But it didn't seem to care. He went on about reclaiming what is dear to me, and some how he knew what I wanted.
I took his nefarious hands and felt the power of a god flow through me. My power, the power of fear is returning to me. And it with Mundy, Fable or greater will know it's true we meaning. All thanks to this creature....Gargoth.
I have a feeling that he is using me, but I'll play along for now...
Up next Gargoth and Delphantez story.
Ethan ran up the stairs and nearly crashed into an unsuspecting mundy heading to work. Running past the man with a heavy coat and umbrella, Ethan grabs the railing and pushes forward. His panting echoed the long halls. He reached the elevator and nearly flew into the tiny metal box. Ethan repeats the button pushing with force; the sweat on his brow dripped down his face and his hands continued to tremble.
He recieved the call at five this morning. Michelle, bless her heart, left a heart wrentching message about the passing of Jumbo. Ethan, waiting anxiously for his brother's stop to appear, thought of the gruesome details and his untimely death; Ethan was begining to think the killer was keeping tabs or sending someone to look out. Jumbo was safe. No one knew the Sheriff anf Deputy spoke to him and asked for answers. Or, at least Ethan THOUGHT.
When Peter's floor finally arrived and the metal doors opened wide, Ethan continued to dash until he reached Peter's apartment. He immediatly heard the romantic music echoing from behind the closed door; Jagged Edge 'Promise' played softly against the noisy streets of Fabletown. Ethan took his fist and pounded the door repeatedly. Within seconds, the heavy footsteps of his brother inched closer until two clicking noises and the turn of the door knob told Ethan he'd answer the door and not ignore it.
"You have a key, Ethan." Peter stood under the doorway in just his red boxers and slippers. "And besides, I-"
Peter noticed the extreme heavy panting, the pale color of Ethan's face and the troubled look brewing in his eyes. Peter stepped out of the apartment and closed the door behind him. Holly thankfully was still fast asleep; he didn't need her to see or worry about Ethan's current state. Peter took his mssive hand and cupped Ethan's face. Cold like ice.
"Ethan..." Peter leaned closer. "Ethan, what's going on?"
Suddenly, Ethan's facial expressions became distorted and turned sour. "I've been calling you...."
"What? No you didn't."
"YES I did!" Ethan angrily shouted, his voice bouncing off the walls. "YOU told me, if I EVER needed you, for ANY reason, you'd answer the phone."
"Ethan calm the fuck down! You'll wake someone up and REALLY cause a scene."
Ethan throws his hands in the air and paces in a large circle. "OH, yes! Ethan Porgie-always making a goddamn scene, eh Peter!?"
"That's enough, Ethan!" Peter grabs Ethan and pins his distraught brother against the door. "You need to stop, take a minute and breath! What is going one wi-"
Without any warning, Ethan hangs his head and weeps. He begins shaking his head in agony and disbelief.
"We were so careful, Peter. How....how could this have happened?"
"WHAT happened, Ethan!? For fuck's sake, is everyone alright? Emily, mom, dad-are they okay?"
"They're just fine, Peter...." Ethan covers his face and continues to cry. "They are all...."
"THEN what!?" Peter grabs Ethan's shoulders and shakes. "WHAT the fuck is wrong, Ethan?!"
Ethan peers up, his eyes red as Apples and tears staining his cheeks. "Jumbo Reily is dead, Peter."
"What?" Peter releases his grip on Ethan, allowing the wall to catch his brother. "No....how can-"
"I tried calling you, Peter. I got the call from Michelle early this morning. They found him....in a cold pool of blood...Peter-his throat was gashed open, like he was some kind of wild animal and just left there."
Peter paces around, rubbing his head. How could this have happened? No one knew Jumbo had any knowledge or idea about the recent murders; Fabletown KNEW about the victims and there was a killer but no idea one of their own may have known the victim or possible clues to WHO it was.
"FUCK!" Peter forcefully kicks the wall. "Fuck, fuck, fuck...no. No....how could this-someone knows, Ethan. This killer obviously knows Jumbo."
Ethan continues to shake his head. "No wonder he couldn't say anything. Why he kept beating around the bush and avoiding our questions. The last night we had with him, it seemed as if he WANTED to say something but couldn't...."
"This Folker is watching. KNOWS when we question and ask about the murder of the Tailor."
"It is ALL connected, Peter. The Folker did use the murder of the Tailor to grab our attention. This person WANTED us to find it; why else would he have ended up inJumbo's bathroom of all places? They KNEW he'd call us, we'd see the mess and it would create a vicious cycle of Cat and Mouse."
"Did you ever get back with Swineheart about the Braclet?" Peter takes out a cigarette. "Did he ever say he found fingerprints or some skin samples?"
Ethan takes out a tissue and wipes his eyes and nose. "I was going over there later until Michelle called me. Now my day is all over the place."
Peter inhales the cloud of smoke. Exhaling as he continues to pace the hallway, his mind is boggled and confused. Jumbo and the Tailor DID know one another; the Folker must have had a connection with the two and now Peter was back to square one. Why would a Fable become involved with a Folker, if it was not on a romantic level? Was it business gone wrong? Jumbo mentioned the Tailor was rich and went from peasent to wealthy. Was this Folker envious of his good riches and felt he DIDN'T deserve them? Did the Tailor OWE the Folker money?
"I'll wake Holly up and get dressed. You can either come inside or wait for me out here."
Ethan shoke his head in agreement. He remained still, leaning against the wall. Peter took this as his reponse, entered his apartment and prepared for the day. Meanwhile, Ethan continued to cover his eyes and cry. What were they going to do?
Holly left with Peter and Ethan; she was off that day but was expecting a large shipment of alcohol. She promised Peter she would keep a look out and contact him if anything went wrong. Kissing him goodbye and watching the brothers enter a cab, they headed down the street and back into Folker territory. Swineheart wanted to run a few more tests on the Braclet; seemed it belonged to one of the dancers but there was a tiny section of DNA that did not belong to her.
They crossed the old bridge once more; the foul stentch of old meat and anguish filled their nostrils. Several Folkers stopped in the midst of the cabs approach. It parked beside an old buliding. Ethan paid for the ride, while Peter stepped out and examined the area. The Folkers, upon noticing who it was, avoided any eye contact and remained in their position. A few sunk back into the shadows, while those in their apartments or businesses closed the doors and windows.
"Hmmm, what a lovely welcoming these people provide to their visitors."
"Oh hush, Peter." Ethan adjusts his coat. "God I hate coming here..."
"You and me both, Ethan. Just look at this dump. It's even worse during the day."
The brothers were in search of the second possible suspect; Tracy Finch was a Council member's wife who despised Folkers and could not understand why a beautiful Folker female would even DREAM of sleeping and producing children with a Fable man. She, along with so many others, were against Georgie and Lyla's relationship; during this time, they threw out countless petitions to either banish her, remove the Smith clan from Folker records or send the two to live at the Farm.
Peter couldn't wait to see her again. The brothers reached the apartment were Tracy and her husband stayed. Ethan could recall a time when the Finchs had money and lived not too far from his nana and papa's manor. After the war and the Council changing so many rules, they fell into dark and desperate times, causing the couple to downgrade and live among those lost and refused to change.
Peter took his fist and slammed it against the door. "Open up-it's the Deputy and Sheriff of Fabletown."
Silence. Ethan looked at a window. The curtains gently moved, as if someone was standing there and watching.
"Sheriff and Deputy Mayor. Open up, Tracy Finch. We have a few questions to ask."
Ethan taps Peter's shoulder and points to the window. "I just saw someone..."
"Stand back."
Peter lifts his shoe and slams it into the door. It flies off the hinges and crashes to the ground. Peter and Ethan step inside the tiny apartment. In the corner, covering her face and screaming, is Tracy finch.
"What the fuck is wrong with you monsters!? You can't just go breaking down doors and-"
Peter refuses to let the woman speak; he pins Tracy to the wall and scans her entire face. Her once elegant beauty and trademark dimples seem to be a memory of the past. Now, Tracy looked exhausted, defeated and strung out. Her hair was in a messy bun and her once expensive name brand clothes were nothing more than a baggy sweatshirt and pants.
"I KNOW you heard me the first time, Finch! Don't play games and stop fooling around!"
"You Halfers and Fables think you can just walk around here and act like you OWN the place? Just because YOUR sister is the main bitch, does not mean I have to like it or listen!"
"You always have some excuse, don't you Finch?"
Tracy struggles under Peter's grip. "This used to be a wholesome community with strict rules and boundaries. No Fable would even DARE cross over the bridge and not expect some trouble waiting for him."
"My God, do you EVER stop bitching?"
"We'll one day rise from the ashes, wolf and become what we used to be for centuries. You think a few pathetic rules can keep US down?"
Ethan clears his throat. "Where is your husband?"
"Out working! Since your sister took your grandfather's spot and Malcom became her little bitch, things have changed around that place. They let him GO, after centuries of dedicated work, all because he didn't AGREE on the rules...."
"Her goal is to keep the peace between the worlds, Tracy. But you're still stuck in the dark ages to realise this."
"And because of your sister and so many others, one of your own is dead."
Peter tosses Tracy to the ground. The frail woman backs into the corner.
"So, you DO know why we're here than?"
"I ain't got nothing for you two! I would NEVER be seen with a Fable, ESPECIALLY one like the Tailor. Fucking piece of shit...we all struggled and had to work countless hours but he had a few ideas and bullshit spewing from his lips, that he gained riches and an easy life-"
"Were you possibly covetous of the Tailor, Tracy?"
"Who WASN'T, Wolf? But it doesn't mean I killed him. Not worth going to jail over a Fable. TRUST me."
Ethan takes out a notepad. "What about your husband?"
"That's the ONE thing I can tell you about my dear sweet Hank-he and I could agree that mixing should not happen. Halfers should be drowned the minute they're born and Fables should remain in the shadows and away from us. But to murder? No. Never."
Ethan scribbles the information down. "How romantic."
"Did you know Jumbo or a possible connection between him and the Tailor?"
"I don't know anything about those two. For all I know, they could have been secret lovers."
Peter presses Tracy against the floor. "I'm being DEAD serious here, Tracy-you think this is a FUCKING joke?"
Tracy gags. "You need to REALLY calm down, Wolf! Nice to see you've kept the cycle going. Bet Bigby Wolf is proud of you-"
Peter releases his grasp. Bigby Wolf. Yeah, Peter thought, as he took out another cigarette. Just like that mother fucker. Ethan kneels beside Tracy. Although he was furious with the woman, this was still an investigation. Digging into his pocket, he pulls out a flask. He offers some to Tracy.
"Will THIS help you, Tracy?"
She snatches the flask and takes a long drink. "Thanks, Porgie. At least ONE of you knows how to treat a lady. And wouldn't you know it-its the one that sucks cock and prefers dudes."
"That's quite enough, Tracy. I'm here to ask you about Jumbo. Now, I KNOW you did not appreciate Fables and Folkers mixing; to be honest, I do not see a difference between the worlds but I suppose this is why you're here and I'm over there. The Sheriff has asked you numerous times and I hope we can cooperate and answer the questions."
"Don't speak to me like I'm a child, Ethan."
"If you must act like a toddler, than I shall treat you as such. Now, the Tailor and Jumbo. WHAT do you know?"
Tracy sighs. "I can't say much, Porgie. I really can't...."
"And why not?"
"She'll find out. I'll end up the SAME way ol' Jumbo did. But the way my life has been going, a sudden end does not seem too bad right about now."
Peter and Ethan's curiosity growing with each word that spewed from her lips.
"So, the killer IS indeed female?" Peter kneels beside Ethan. "Who is it, Tracy? You MUST know who it is?"
Tracy chuckles. "You have no idea, do you? Didn't she leave a message for you two?"
"Wait, how did you-"
Tracy cackles. "You'll never catch her, Peter. She's got the best of both worlds and the law to back it up. She's too clever for ya' two...Jumbo learned the hard way, the Tailor did and now, so will you two."
Ethan and Peter watched in horror, as Tracy reached into her pocket and pulls out a gun. She aims the front to her head and cocks in once.
"NO!" Ethan slowly reaches for Tracy. "Just....stop. Hand me the gun Tracy and-"
With a quick flick of her finger, Tracy pulls the trigger and her lifeless body falls to the floor.
"NO!" Peter turns around and pounds the wall. "No, no, no! God fucking damnit!"
Ethan stands up, grabs a nearby blanket and covers Tracy's corpse. Covering his mouth, Ethan runs to the sink; he had a strong urge to vomit and he simply needed to get away. He witnessed someone take their life. Something even the Business office could never prepare you with. As he ran over to the sink, Ethan noticed a long trail of blood. He followed the red smears along the floor and walls; Ethan touched a puddle and felt the texture. Still warm.
"Peter! You better get over here! There is blood!"
Ethan continued searching. The trail led to a room. Inhaling deeply, Ethan opens the door. Covering his mouth, Peter runs to his brother's side and peers inside; his eyes widen, mouth falls open and his head suddenly filled with worry.
There, on the bed, was Tracy Finch's husband Hank. His throat slit open and a message written in blood above the bed.
"Once upon a time, not so long ago...."
Any questions, you know the drill. Got home and can't sleep; going to finish this off, take a shower and go to sleep. It's so cold right now; thankfully the heater works now.
Sorry for the long ass chapter. Something that came to me last night.
That picture....0.0 O
that picture! Peter does look just like John; Peter is a spittin' image of the Sheriff. HOW they pulled that off....wow. He's good looking, though.
I loved this chapter. There is so much going on right now. The description of the Folker community was well done again. So, I have a question-is the entire community in shambles or is it certain parts of the Folker city? Seems like everywhere they go its a mess. At first, I thought it was Tracy but after reading this, now I'm back to the beginning.
Seems like who ever this Folker is, WANTS Peter and Ethan to know; pretty much anyone that helps the Ethan and Peter out will eventually get killed. They keep mentioning the law; it must be someone from the Council. AND its female....I KNOW it's not Katie; she is considered a Halfer and not full on Folker. ARE there any other female members?
Oh my god....
Oh what the hell!? :O WTF? She just killed herself!? Damn! This folker must REALLY mean business if killing yourself is a better option than dealing with her! And that scene with the dead husband! And the message on the wall! Oh man, pie! This is so good!!!!
I can't wait for more!!!!
Peter sure has come a long way.
Also what did you use to craft that awesome picture?
Tim's hand wrapped around a long list of things to do that day. His wife was sick with the flu, which meant that he was completely on his own to take care of their four bouncing babies and all the chores that need to get done in a single day. He was terrified, to say the least.
It had been so long since the last time he had to watch so many babies. Seventeen years, to be exact. His older children would be busy running in every which direction, whether it was finishing up Science Fair for school at the last minute, or hanging out at Central Park, window shopping with the last of the money they received for Christmas. School would be starting up in another three days for them. He prayed that Harmony wouldn't be sick for that long.
Dusting off the stroller that was custom made to fit five cubs, he strapped the four little car seats in to each spot. The next challenge would be to wrap his babies up in warm attire, hopefully not disturbing their slumbers in the process. A pink snowsuit for Jessamine; She seemed like she would be the girly type as she got older. He played her furry self down into the closest car seat. Blue on Jason, and green on Gabriel, to match his eyes. Lastly, Adeline got a purple outfit. He strapped each tiny baby in and headed toward the front door. He was taking them to their first doctor's appointment.
A diaper bag strapped across his chest, a mug of coffee in the cupholder, and his list in his hand, Tim began to read off out loud which things to do before the appointment.
"We need to go grocery shopping," He told his infants. "And then Mommy wanted to meet up with Aunt Mary to discuss birthday party plans for your cousin Rachel.....I guess I'm the substitute? Oh, she jotted her ideas down on the back. Right. Um...."
One of the babies, Jason, peaked open his eyes just as the elevator doors opened up and let some Fables in who were going down to the bottom floor. Tim gave a cordial smile as he made room for them, pushing the stroller out of the way.
"Oh, they're so precious!" One of them said looking over his shoulder.
"Thank you," Tim said shyly. The doors opened wide again and he stepped out first, zipping across the floor and out the front doors.
Stairs. Tim groaned, unlocking each car seat from it's spot. Two at a time, he set the seats down at the bottom of the stairs, and then he pulled the stroller down exasperatedly. Fixing the seats back on, he took off in the direction of Johann's deli to pick up the meats for the week.
The door made a bell sound as Tim pushed it open, easing the stroller in as carefully as he could. He locked the wheels as he approached the glass cases and stared intently at the different meats.
"Oh, they're born!" Johann exclaimed. Tim always liked him; He was never a violent or mean person by nature. His smile made his cheeks go red as Tim read out loud what he needed.
"A ham roast, various lunch meats, eight packages of chicken breasts, two packages of ground beef, and one package of chicken legs."
Johann smiled, entering the back room for a moment. He came out with exactly what Tim needed, plus a little extra.
"You always give us a little more than we ask for," Tim says. "I feel bad."
"No worries," Johann says. "I'm the only Fabletown Butcher in the area. I won't go out of business for handing out free 'samples'. Have you ever tried lamb? I put in enough for a small meal if you fancy."
Tim smiles,"Thanks man. You should stop by sometime, have some coffee and watch a game or something!"
"Will do. Have a good day, and take care of your little munchkins!"
Tim exits the Butcher, placing the meats down in the carrier under the stroller. The rest of the groceries were next, at Webb'n'Muffet Market. He nodded softly at Miss Muffet, who had her general 'unsatisfactory' look placed across her face. She lightened up though, seeing him enter with his newborns.
"Goodmorning, Timothy," She said softly as he entered the aisles to look for what he needed. He returned a gruff 'Goodmorning' back before escaping her gaze. She generally intimidated him, much like the dean of discipline would in a school setting. His hands wrapped around cans of veggies, though he figured the frozen ones were better for his family. Plus, they came with more per bag. He traded the cans out for those, stacking them proffessionally in the extra baby seat that was left open. Boxes of pasta, ranging from Penne to Rigatoni, some Kraft Mac'n'Cheese, various sauces, chicken soup (For the missus, of course.) and he even grabbed a gallon of ice cream while passing the milk.
He got up to the checkout counter just as Adeline started to cry. A poopy diaper, no doubt. How was he going to do this? Like lightning speed, he tossed each item on the conveyor belt and caught a glimpse of Muffet's annoyed expression. As she rang items up, with the help of her amateur bagger, Tim attempts to unzip his daughter's suit and pulls a diaper out from the bag around his shoulder. He sighs with relief that it was only pee, and quickly wipes her over once with a wet wipe before replacing her dirty diaper with a new one. She immediately calms as he lifts her in his arms and discards the mess in the nearest trash.
"97.81," Miss Muffet says, unamused.
He scoops the change from his pockets and hands her the cash. With bags hanging on each arm, he exits the room hastily and heads toward Edward Bear's Candy. That's where Harmony noted that she would be meeting Mary; He figured Mary could use her magic mirrors to teleport his groceries to his kitchen, where he was sure that Ashlyn was still pasting letters onto a tri-fold foam presentation board.
He swung open the door, to the warmly lit small spaced candy store, making his way to the little cafe seats near the front window. It overlooked all that Fabletown had to offer, from 'A Taste of the Homelands' to Cinderella's 'Glass Slipper Shoe Store'. Mary was sipping hot chocolate when she spotted him and smiled.
"If it isn't my second main man!" She exclaimed, placing her mug down.
"Who's the first one?"
"My husband. And Carter is like, 1.5. So really, you're the third, but I figured you would feel better if I called you second."
Tim laughed, sitting himself down after positioning the stroller to face him and Mary.
"You brought them!" She squealed, her hands reaching in to rub the nearest one's chin. Gabriel squirmed in his seat, tired of being in one position for too long.
"Yeah, I couldn't leave them with their mama when she's too sick to lift her own head," He told her. "Plus, I don't quite think Ash or any of the others would know how to change a diaper just yet. But we're working on it, slow and steady."
"Well at least they're around for a helping hand or two," She says. Mary reclines, looking out the window as people pass by. "So, you didn't have to meet me here and discuss women things with me. Unless you want to, I mean-"
"Well, Harm wrote down a few things on the back of this-" He handed her the paper. "-paper. Something about balloons and um...a clown. Some dolls. I don't know."
Mary studied the list carefully, and laughed. "Exactly what I was thinking! Thanks Tim, for handing me my exact plans for this weekend!"
Tim sighed. "You're welcome. By the way, can you do me a favor and drop my groceries off at home? I need to take the rugrats to their doctors appointment."
"No problem. Fifty bucks."
"What? Mary-"
"Just kidding. See ya, Tiny."
Tim frowned, handing her the bags and the meats respectively. She disappeared, into her mirror world without looking back once, and he was left alone with four sleeping babies to haul to Swineheart.
Maybe he would buy himself a bit of chocolate for the ride there. Popping a truffle in his mouth, he braced himself against the bitter cold and secured the blankets across each baby's legs. The walk to the hospital would be brief and uncomfortable, and Tim felt his nose start to turn red against the wind. He pushed past the crowds of Fables off of Bullfinch and down the street toward Knights of Malta Hospital. Met with a burst of warm air as he enters the front doors, Tim relaxes his stance and enters the elevator quickly. Only Fables can see the extra buttons on the top of the list, the top three floors of the hospital. He was going to the middle of the three, where the pediatric unit was situated.
Hospitals were always so quiet and sterile feeling. Tim scooted the stroller down the smooth floor, passing the window that held several other newborn babies. Tim paused a moment, straining to read the names on each label.
He saw a troll baby, a furry bear baby, and a few human looking ones, all with names that seemed fitting to them. Maria, Stan, Julie, Mark, and even one named Timothy.
Tim sighed, pushing passed the window and gazing down at his own newborns. They were all half asleep, occasionally batting an eye to look up at him and smile. He made it to the end of the hall and plopped down in the waiting room, signing in and listening for directions.
"Tim Cratchit?" The receptionist asked from her desk.
He stood, pushing his stroller over.
"Yes ma'am?"
"Swineheart will see you now. Oh, look how cute they are," She said, looking over at his children.
Tim smiled,"Thank you."
Tons of little cries and squirming and an hour passes later, and Tim is now holding two of the four babies in his arms. They're sleeping of course, but after such a harsh process of being stripped down to diapers, placed on a super cold metal scale, and measured beyond their comfort zone takes a ton out of the babies. Swineheart finishes writing down everthing, compiling it into one file until the quads are old enough to be treated on separate visits. Tim hastily redresses each baby into their jammies and then their snow outfits, placing a single kiss on each forehead.
"They're doing well," Swineheart tells him. "I think it's safe to say that Gabriel won't have anymore issues, and all four are growing at the expected rate. I'm sure you'll have fun teaching them to switch between their forms."
"Yeah, that's the first New Year's resolution on the list," Tim tells the doctor. He finishes tying the straps down in each seat. Gabriel starts crying again, and Tim realizes that it's about time for a feeding. He bids the doctor goodbye, and heads home as fast as he can. And then, he can finally rest.
The apartment is quiet when he steps in, and Gabriel is still fussing for dinner, while the rest of the babies are only starting to squirm uneasily. He takes them all out of their seats and their suits, placing each cub into their specified baby chairs that sit sprawled out on the carpet inbetween the television and the couch. Harmony is there, her eyes closed and millions of discarded tissues on the floor and the couch and the blanket that covers her body.
"I'm feeling a little better," She says groggily, her voice strained from a sore throat. She starts a bout of coughing and Tim hands her a brand new box of tissues he picked up from the grocery store as well.
"How was your time out?" She asks. "Any trouble?"
"No," He said,"It was good. A little boring, but good. The babies behaved, and they're starving now. I'll cook you some soup while you feed them?"
"Sounds like a plan," She says, sitting up and reaching for Gabriel first. Tim lingers a moment, watching his wife unbutton her shirt and latch the baby on so professionally.
He loves her. His feet take him to the kitchen, where he prepares the ingredients for a good batch of Chicken Noodle Soup. He might as well make it for dinner, considering it's nearly 5.
Still not quite better, but I'm well enough to sit up straight without dying
So it's an improvement! It's just the flu or something, it's going away but I'm still very stuffy and coughing and sneezing. Thanks for the get well soons and such, it helps 
I went to my pediatrician today and he took a throat swab so the back of my throat feels like it was jabbed by a ninja but it was just the little thing that looks like an elongated ear swab and he said tomorrow we'll see if I have strep throat or not. I probably don't but better safe than sorry. Anyway, my head doesn't hurt anymore, and that's all that matters!
Alright! I am back to announce that the final Fable Storyteller Awards for this year will soon be available for all to see! (starting tomorrow)
So, yeah, not much of an announcement this time, but I guess you could consider it as an reminder for those of you who were looking forward to it! I can't wait to share it with you guys. Oh! And you can expect one of the awards to be 'Fable of the Year', in which one lucky Fable will be picked!
He has come a long way from where he was.
And to make the pics, I've been using MS paint.
Glad you find them awesome.
I know I'm looking forward to it and can't wait to see! Here is to the final awards for 2014!
Congrats ahead to all these wonderful writers and their marvelous creations! -thumbs up and high fives-
This is an introduction to the main antagonist of my story on FanFiction.net: The Devil Among Us; the story itself is WAAAY to long for this thread so if you want to read it, go to the site
He walks down the empty streets at the midnight hour, he's wearing his usual clothes:
A black t-shirt that hugs his torso enough to reveal his impossibly tough physique, it's like he was carved from solid rock, and anyone would wager he could lift a car with some ease; the shirt has an Ace of Spades on both sides of it (a reference to his favourite band) he's owned it for years, but it doesn't look old.
His jeans are a darker shade of denim and he's wearing a chain on the side, with a shark-tooth necklace around his neck; all for appearances sake mind you...
His boots are Army-issue, but they're dated at maybe 1940's, they have seen many scenarios but they still look good as the polish is just visible.
Over everything he wears a long black leather trench coat, it's real leather and has zero signs of abuse; it has a hood made of black velvet that covers his face with a dark shadow against the moonlight and the street lamps; the features of his face just appearing when he puffs on his Cuban cigar...
He stands at 6'3, his devilishly handsome features are enough to evoke attraction and fear from both parties, his ageless lines and scars of battle he has chosen not to heal make him look tough and intimidating, but his oddly coloured eyes, one sapphire blue, the other dark hazel, combined with his trimmed moustache/goatee and his wicked smile can evoke an entirely different reaction as well...
His jet black hair goes to his shoulders and sways as it pleases in the light breeze coming towards him.
His name is lost to history; thousands of years old but still looking as though he is in his mid-30's; he goes by the name of Nick...
He holds power that no Fable should ever wield, a power to rival the Gods themselves, but he has not earned them rightfully: the powers of chaos and destruction. Long ago he was known as the Harbinger of Doom.
He has come to destroy Fabletown... starting with the Big Bad Wolf.
So ppl... you interested in Nick? XD
I'm gonna add some more actually:
His voice is deep and gravelly, like he smokes and drinks too much, or maybe it's to make him even more of a presence; his thick Scottish accent like he's from Glasgow isn't his by nature, it belongs to the body he's using at this moment in time.
The body of a long dead pirate, their hearts were both filled with malice and pure evil, the pirate was dead and Nick needed a host to mingle with the Mundies...
His half form is scary enough, but his true form is a living nightmare: a giant stallion with a rider's torso attached behind it's neck, flesh and muscle are it's skin now, the yellow eyes of both heads, the horse has a beaked mouth and sharp bony hooves, the rider has an ear to ear smile and a mouth filled with sharp teeth and toxic green breath that turns people's insides to mush in seconds.
He has killed millions in his lifetime; from Ancient Egyptians all the way to WW2 Nazi's, he is the perfect monster... but he wants more, he always wants more.
He knows love with a kindred spirit, a mirror demon of some renown who has found love with him also; they are perfect for each other and if you were to say it to their faces, they would both agree.
He does as he pleases and requires no help; he killed his Masters for their power, the 4 Horsemen that ensure chaos remains in the world; he has become them now.
But Bigby.... he is a new goal before Fabletown is stripped of it's souls and returned to nothing.
The Mundies call it the Nuckelavee, his Masters named their messenger the Harbinger of Doom; but it/he goes by it's hosts name: Nick.
Still interested? Go to the TWAU page of FanFiction.net; the story begins with The Devil Among Us Act 1 and will continue for 2 more afterwards, plz enjoy...
How....freakin...cute...is Tim and Harmony....with these babies. UGH! My heart can't TAKE all this cuteness!
I adore Tim and Harmony; they remind me of that cute couple who are always laughing and kissing and making goo goo faces at one another!
Time sure knows how to handle so many babies but he's had practice with the 1st. And Harm sounds like she needs some Vapor rub to take care of that cold!