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 Posted: Mon Jun 27, 2011 10:57 pm
For rules and how to play please refer to the main event thread.
The two main characters of this story are Snow White and the Huntsman. Once upon a time there was a princess who got divorced, and her name was Snow White. She had been married to a prince who woke her from a magical sleep and they had shared a good three or four weeks together but the marital bliss had ended abruptly just as the fairy tale itself had. With all the magic of the apples and the glass coffins and the poisoned combs and everything else having gone, Snow White and the prince had been forced to confront the fact that they had both exited the story and become living, breathing, farting human beings. They had flaws, tastes, wants, and desires, and none of them seemed to match. That had pleased neither of them and they quickly parted ways. Divorced, deflowered and a woman alone she may have been, but Snow White was still a princess all the same and with her stepmother having danced herself to death in red hot irons there was no reason Snow White should not return home to rule. Released from the insidious clutches of narrative she now found she was a great deal less delicate and infinitely less stupid. Of her ex-husband she had demanded a nice white pony to carry her on her journey, some food and most importantly a good set of directions. All in all she was making excellent time through the dark forest, the very same where she had met her 3 untimely deaths. All was well, until she started to hear the noises. Something was following her. Snow White ignored it for a time, since it was probably just a bunch of bothersome singing animals anyway, but once the forest started getting that twisty, gnarled look and the noises got louder she thought maybe it was best to confront the the issue head on... before it got a chance to eat her. She stopped her horse and looked to the direction the sound was coming from. The tall bushes there were shaking and Snow White held her breath until what was behind them finally revealed itself.
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Posted: Thu Jun 30, 2011 4:11 pm
A surly-looking man with thick, hairy arms and a stubbly beard appeared.
"Who are you," Snow White asked, hoping the answer was not a highway robber.
He grunted. "I'm looking for the wolf, who murdered my two brothers." He examined her, stalking around the horse and glowering with disapproval. "Be careful who you stop to talk with. I used to be a Pig, but now..." he gestured to himself. "I don't know what he looks like. He could be anyone. Cross-dressing, even." On the last note, he regarded her with further suspicion.
She had begun to form the opinion that all men were pigs, but this was ridiculous. "How did you turn into a man, then?"
"Who can say?" The Huntsman said, "But within my chest beats a pig's heart." Of this, he looked relatively certain. "...Where are you going?"
"Home," Snow White said, reassuring her horse. She thought the Huntsman seemed familiar, but couldn't place him.
"Then I'll come with you," He said. He pulled a full canvas bag from out of the bushes, and hefted it over one shoulder. "Or at least walk with you for a little while."
"Now, hold on, I didn't say I wanted company," Snow White said.
"It's not safe. Nothing good ever happens in the middle of the woods," He replied.
She had to concede his point. "What's in your bag?" she asked.
"I'll show you later," He said.
Snow White thought that was a particularly ominous answer, and when she finally (reluctantly) agreed to have him along, she kept a certain amount of distance between herself and the man.
They eventually came to a fork in the road. Snow White could not remember which path lead home, and the Huntsman only shrugged, so at last they settled on the left trail. But the route they chose grew smaller and smaller until at last, at the end of the road was a small, private-looking house in the middle of the forest.
"Made out of wood," The Huntsman noted, as if this was somehow relevant. "This your house?"
"We must have gotten turned around somewhere," she answered. "I'll see if anyone's home, and ask them for directions."
"We don't have to ask for directions," he said, "We could figure out. It was probably that fork."
Snow White rolled her eyes. Of course he didn't want to ask for directions. She approached and knocked on the door. There was no answer.
The Huntsman shrugged. "Nobody's home, let's-" he froze.
At the final knock, he door creaked open, and as daylight knifed through the dark cabin's interior, they could both see that the cabin was, indeed, empty. The wooden floor was covered in something that looked suspiciously like blood. Snow White regarded the rest of the room in growing horror.
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Posted: Tue Jul 05, 2011 7:48 pm
The room was filled with red jelly, as if it were a bakery, yet the smell stung Snow White's nose. She pinched her small nostrils shut and disgustingly looked toward the huntsman.
The Huntsman bent down and tapped the goo, taking a small whiff of it before coming to the conclusion: "Someone was murdered..."
"B-but who would do such a thing?" She stood in her spot on the tips of her toes, staying clear of any blood. "It couldn't have been the forest creatures, their too nice."
"Ha... nice" the Huntsman chuckled to himself before getting up and walking around the house, examining its contents and deducing what lived here. It was more than one person but less than eight.
"This place does have a familiar... taste." She jumped to another spot, trying to follow after the Huntsman before he got too far. She did not want to be left alone here. "Do you think it may be a joke? A prank from some children? It's not like this is Hansel and Gretel's doings."
He found something shimmer in the corner and rushed to grab it. It had a crest engraved on it that he had never seen before. "Have you seen this?"
Snow White almost jumped at his words. She hopped her way over and took a peek, suddenly dropping it on the floor with her eyes growing wider as she stared into space.
"...The Prince..."
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Posted: Tue Jul 05, 2011 10:43 pm
It was truly unlike any other that Snow White had ever experienced before. Those red strains, that literally painted the house from top to bottom, was indeed what she had feared, blood, but she would have never guessed it would have been the blood of someone she knew, someone she once loved. Though her and the Prince had parted ways and were moving on, and though she sort of hated him in a sense, she would have never wished such a death upon him.
She didn’t want to stay in the house anymore. Not now. Quickly, Snow White darted her way out of the house, and settled by the door. She needed air, she needed and escape. When did it all happen? When did her life chose to take her from a simple journey home in to a murder tale? Could she even bare to step in to the house again? She didn’t know, but it seemed that the Huntsman had plans of his own as he continued making his way around the house of horror.
Words were something of little importance at the moment, and even if either of them had something to say it was apparent neither of them could force them out.
As he examined more of the house, the Huntsman stood in place, his stony eyes scanning the crime scene and taking note of every little thing that meant any importance. The splattered blood, fallen and broken objects…the claw marks that scattered along the wooden bloods and various pieces of furniture, they all caught his attention. However, there was one thing the stood out amongst all these things, besides the piece of jewelry which had settled itself in a puddle of blood.
“It can’t be. That damned beast, how… How did he...?”
The Huntsman couldn’t finish his sentences, let along his train of thought as he walked towards what his eyes were fixated on. To normal eyes it would look nothing out of the ordinary; that is if it wasn’t in the house anyway. It was fur, wolf’s fur. However it was no ordinary fur. No, the Huntsman knew all too well that this fur belonged to his current target, the beast that pushed him to enter the mission he was currently on. A mission of pure vengeance for all anyone knew.
It wasn’t long before the silence of an oncoming night started to blanket the woods. They both knew that there was no way they could possibly leave the house now, which meant they would either have to somehow come to terms with staying the night, or risk going out and sleeping in the woods.
As the pair tried their best to settle in the cellar of the house something felt off, and the Huntsman knew it. As the pair sat silent he could almost feel something circling the cabin, as if it knew of their presence and knew of their fear…
As if it knew them and what they knew about it..
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High-functioning Hellraiser
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Posted: Tue Jul 12, 2011 6:25 am
The silence of the cellar was deafening. Their eyes adjusted slowly, the overwhelming stench of wine and rot reaching them before the outlines of barrels appeared all around. Restless, the Huntsman stood and moved close to the girl, his tone gravely and sharp.
"Stay."
And then he was gone, disappearing into the dark. Fear drove like a thick knife into her skull, and she stood, following him like a lost little lamb. Perhaps they should have chanced running into the wilderness. What if the wolf was still here?
What if the wolf had never left?
Adrenaline rushed into her veins like poison, until she stumbled into the darkness that had swallowed him whole. Caught up in the fresh horror from upstairs, Snow White lost herself to fear until something hard caught her foot and she screamed, knees banging against the cement as she fell.
Her hands slid, fingers scrabbling for a hold on the unbearably sticky floor. Had a wine barrel spilled over? No, a part of Snow White's mind told her, sickeningly calm in its conclusion, this isn't wine. You know what this is. And she did. Though, the thick blanket of red now staining her clothing was hardly as terrifying as what lay just beyond. The half-eaten corpse stared back at her through one widened eye, blood still dripping from an open mouth. The terror that crawled through this mans eyes was nearly palpable, scratching at the girls body with gnarled, icy claws.
Run, her mind whispered to her.
Something tipped in the darkness; a wine barrel crashing to the ground as the Huntsman rushed back to her.
And then it moved. The body’s mouth. It gurgled blood, and the eye looked up at her, glassy and dilated. And this time her mind didn’t whisper. It yelled.
Run!
She surged backwards, bolting through the dark. She drowned out the calls from the Huntsman, feet crashing up the staircase, followed by the corrosive tone of the man behind. She only managed halfway up before his hands grabbed at her, tearing out another scream. A thick sound intruded on their quarrel though -- a deadly sound, poisoning the air.
The Huntsman froze, and she did as well. They'd spent so much time in the company of their own minds that they'd forgotten the world around them, perhaps even the reason why they'd entered the cellar in the first place. But now, the clicking of nails over the hardwood floors drew them out of their minds and into the open again.
The creature appeared at the top of the staircase, its large form casting shadows on the steps that they were on. He watched, ever hungry for more, his maw still dripping with thick black liquid, splashing over the floor in dark, wet waves. He crooned and laughed like a man in his growls and barks, baring his fangs to them both with naked delight.
Once again, he was ready for the hunt. Once again, he was ready for the kill.
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