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((Cinderella (Revised) *warning, this may not be suitable for those who are easily disturbed. and please do not take any of this literal. there is some animal harm in this but to let you know. i love animals and it would be horrendous if someone did what she does in the story. but thats exactly my point. twisted ))



Intro: I think we all know the story of Cinderella. The poor, beautiful, mistreated girl that everyone adores and cheers for when they say she lives happily ever after, but not here and not now. This version is about a crazed, lost girl that has plummeted into the darkness of her own soul but I promise you this� you�ll never think of this fairytale the same ever again.

Once upon a time long ago in a far away land, a widowed gentleman lived in a fine house with his only daughter. He gave his beloved child everything her heart desired- Beautiful dresses, a horse, even a puppy. Still, he felt that she needed a mother's care. So he married again, choosing a woman with two young daughters who he had hoped would be playmates for his precious little girl.

Sad to say the good man died a short time later and the stepmother had begun to show her true nature. She was harsh, cold and bitterly jealous of her stepdaughter�s innocents and beauty. Qualities that made her own daughters, Anastasia and Drizella, seem meaner and uglier by contrast. This far, the story is correct but let the truth be told there was a lot left out. Starting with the father's death.

The sweet unsuspecting man married this woman with high hopes for his daughter, but he didn't know that the very woman he married would put him to an end. He was also very rich, unbelievably so, and when the stepmother realized this she waited until he put her and her daughters into his will before setting him up for his final fall, over the garret balcony.

His beloved daughter had been playing in the courtyard when this occurred and it was intentional that she should find her father. It didn't take long for her to see him dead on the cobblestone ground. His head was bent in a grotesque angle and his legs were shattered, twisted like pretzels. Slowly his crimson blood pooled at the child's feet and began to stain the bottom of her lacy white dress. She let out a hollow scream and her step family ran out to meet her.
They said it was an accident, his death that is. But the little girl could do nothing but morn for her father. Finding her father's body had scarred her for life, her innocents lost. Which was done intentionally by the stepmother.
When they returned home from the funeral, the stepmother put things into action. In order for her and her daughters to get everything the man's daughter, his soul heir, would, she would either have to be dead or mentally unstable enough not to be able to manage the wealth. Killing her would be too suspicious, so having her find her father's body was the worst thing they could do.
Still that was only the beginning. She also took away everything he had ever bought his daughter. She killed the dog, sold the horse and split up all her gowns between her own two children. Now the sisters were richly dressed and the man's poor daughter was forced to wear a coarse, plain dress, an apron, and then was condemned to do all the chores around the house. She had been used as a live in maid. It began so young and at such an impressionable age, that she believed everything they told her. She had never known a lie so of course she trusted them. She did everything she was told to do. She got up at daybreak to carry water, light the fires, cook their breakfasts. She washed, and scrubbed for years alone and unknowingly disturbed.

She slept alone in the garret under the roof of the house with not but mice and the gloomy balcony that her father dropped from as company. She would either talk to them when she was done her work or would sit among the cinders and ashes entranced by the flames in her room. Thus she was given the name of Cinderella, her true name had been forgotten.

One bright morning Cinderella awoke to the dark ebony board of her room's ceiling. She rolled over to see and overly large mouse crawling about on the floor. She sat up and looked at it with cold gray eyes. "Hello there." She replied sweetly as she picked up a cracker off of the side table and leveled it to the floor. The rat paused for only a second before scampering up to her hand that held the cracker. Quickly she grabbed the mouse with her remaining hand and lifted it to eye level. "Disgusting little rodent aren't you?" she asked turning it about close to her face. It tried to squirm from her grasp and she squeezed it considerably tighter. "Oh no. No you're not leaving just yet." She replied in a high teasing voice. It still struggled now squeaking panicky in pain. Now afraid it opened its little jaws and clamped down on Cinderella's index finger piercing its soft, pale flesh. She yelled and threw the mouse to the floor knocking it unconscious. A drop of blood fell upon her apron as she watched it bleed for a few minutes fascinated. A large bloody blotch soon appeared on her dress. "You damned villain!" she yelled angrily picking it up off the floor as it awoke. "You bit me you b*****d!" she yelled shaking it and squeezing it tighter gradually. "You miserable..." its eyes began to pop and bulge. "Little..." a tiny rib cracked beneath the pressure of her fingers. "Pest." Then pop! The rodent's blood spurted all over her dress, hands, and face. Its entrails poured out from its eyes, mouth, and back end, it's ribs poking through it's stomach riddled with purplish filth. She stared open mouthed and some of the bloody mass fell into her lap with a slopping sound and its warm, dark blood poured down her leg and into her shoe. "Damn! Look what you made me do!" she said throwing the red painted mouse to the floor, which spattered it with gore. "Stepmother is just going to," her thoughts were interrupted.
"CINDERELLA!" yelled her stepmother in a cruel voice.

"Now I'm late." She grumbled before answering. "Yes stepmother, I'll be down in a moment." She replied sweetly as she walked over to the fireplace in her room and covered the blood with ashes on her dress. "There." She replied. quite happy with herself.

She went down the stairs and out the back door to the old well. She drew water from its depths. She washed her face and hands with it and now grabbing the pail she skipped on inside and poured the water into the teakettle. She then made a quick breakfast and poured the steaming water into three cups with tea bags. She hummed cheerfully as she worked then she brought it up to their chambers.

"Take that ironing and have it back in an hour," Drizella demanded.
"Don�t forget the mending and don't be all day getting it done." Anastasia scolded.
"Pick up the laundry and get on with your duties." Her stepmother ordered. "Scrub the large carpet in the main hall, wash the windows, clean the tapestries," she continued as she sipped her tea carelessly.
"Yes, Drizella. Yes, Anastasia. Yes, stepmother." Cinderella replied obediently and cheerfully as she set about her chores happily enough.
Now It was happening on the other side of town in the Royal Palace. The King and the Grand Duke were talking. "It's high time the Prince married and settled down!" said the old king, with beard twitching.
"But, Your Majesty," replied the Duke, "first he must meet a girl and fall in love."
"You're right," the King agreed. "We'll give a ball and invite every young girl in the kingdom. He's bound to fall in love with one of them."
When the invitations to the ball were delivered Anastasia and Drizella danced for joy. "A ball! A ball! We're going to a ball!" they exclaimed spinning and twirling about the room.
"I'm invited, too," said Cinderella reading it threw her raven curls. "It says 'by royal command, every eligible maiden is to attend.' "
The stepsisters laughed at the idea of Cinderella going to the ball wearing her work cloths and carrying a broom all covered in ashes.
"They don't count grimy lunatics like you." Laughed Drizella.

"Yeah, it's not an asylum." Added her sister. Their mother gave a sarcastic tutting noise.
"Of course she can go- IF she finished all the work AND had a suitable dress to wear." But all day long they kept her very busy. They were choosing gowns, petticoats, and ornaments to put in their silky dark hair. They did nothing but talk about what they were going to wear and complain to Cinderella what has to be done. She was stuck ironing skirts, pleating ruffles, and tying ribbons into bows. She even shined Anastasia's glass slippers that used to be her own.
When the carriage arrived to take the stepmother and her two daughters to the ball Cinderella hadn't had a moment to get herself ready.
"Oh, what a shame." Her stepmother said in a mocking tone. Her daughters laughed as they swept out to the coach.
Cinderella stood there for a moment and listened as the carriage drove away. She then climbed the dark stairs up to her room stomping as she went. She opened the door angrily and spotted the disfigures carcass on the floor being torn apart by other mice, slopping their muzzles with curdled blood. "So that's what that smell was." She whispered lifting a mouse by its tail as they scattered around the room. She kicked the pile of rotting flesh under her bed and as she sat down she heard a light meowing. She looked up and saw the feline. "Lucifer." She replied calling in her stepmother's beloved cat. "Do you wanna play?" she asked it waving a screeching mouse low to the floor. The cat of course wanting the mouse came running. For a while she sat teasing the cat with the mouse by pulling it up and dropping like a yo-yo. But the cat eventually got smart. The cat jumped and clawed at the rodent, cutting its flesh with razor like claws, spattering blood droplets on the floor.
It squeaked loudly as the cat caught its claw in the mouse's eye. The cat hissed as the claw lodged itself into the eye and whitish ooze poured down the rodent's face and dripped onto the floor. It was having a suffering death, very slowly.
"Oh, that has to hurt." Cinderella replied sympathetically. "Alright time to end your misery." She replied throwing it to the floor with a light thump. Lucifer tackled it and clamped its jaws around the back end of the mouse. Lucifer stood up, shaking it wildly, spattering the aria with little red dots. Finally she lay down with her morsel and tore it in half by its torso. The already stained floor was covered with its innards and some were tangled in the feline's canine teeth that were now pinkish with grime.

Cinderella watched the cat eat its prey and then she looked out to the balcony. Her step mother had given her that room not only because it was the smallest, most disgusting room but also so she would be reminded every day that her father had fallen from that very spot and turned to mush as he collided with the ground. The vivid memory of her father's body flashed into her mind. Everything following that event floated in her mind like smoke above a chimney, always there, always suffocating her in its darkness. "Father would have let me go to the ball." She thought to herself furiously. A tear of frustration fell down her pale face and leaving a trail in the bloody dirt upon it. She noticed a light getting slowly brighter.
Stardust floated in a haze before her glowing in a bluish color. It spoke to her in an airy voice. "Dear child, Don�t cry, crying will not help; only your actions will help." Replied the voice. Cinderella stared at it confused. It sounded kind, she hadn't heard someone nice in so long. She embraced this voice she heard in her mind like an old friend.
"What must I do?" she asked it curiously.
"Hurt them, punish them for what they had done to you, deliberately making you miss the ball. Let them know that they will not get away with their crime. They have wronged you and they must find out their consequences."
"Yes, but how?" she asked now rocking back and forth on the blood-soaked wooden floor.
"Feed them their sins." Replied the voice simply as the light began to fade. At once Cinderella knew what the voice was speaking of; there was only one thing in the house that had to do with sins. She stared at her stepmother's cat.
"Feed them their 'sins'..." she thought. "Lucifer, sins." she smiled with that innocent face as she stood. "Lucifer the devil was a sinner obviously." She then walked up to the cat, its face still dripping with blood. She grabbed it by the scruff of its neck, Lucifer hissed with irritability. "Time to cook dinner, they'll be quite hungry when they get home." She replied cheerfully in a childish voice. She walked down the stairs and headed to the kitchen. Looking about the large room she spotted the bucket of water she had brought out that morning, she smiled. "Always wash up before handling food." She replied walking to the counter. The cat now seeing its fate had begun to squirm and growled as she picked up a kettle's lid. "Bath time." She said pleasantly and with a screaming hiss the cat was shoved into the bucket and the lid was held tightly on top. She hummed as a combination of muffled gargling, hissing and screeching came from beneath the lid. Slowly the gurgling stopped and she lifted the lid carefully.
"Ugh, the smell of wet cat." She wrinkled her nose as she grabbed its limp body now soaked in watered down mouse blood. She slapped the cat's body onto the tabletop to examine it. Now grabbing the cat's head she twisted it with a few cracking sounds, it tore itself from the broken bones inside. The blood squirted her in the face and she wiped it away with a sleeve. "Well that was interesting." She replied slowly. "Let's see... what's the good meat on a cat?" she thought out loud. Now she laid the decapitated cat carcass on the table with a knife in her hand. She paused and sliced it down its belly, spilling water and blood on the floor. "Great, I punctured a lung and now I have to clean all this up." she replied with a sigh and now began hacking away at the corpse. There was a strange suction sound as she peeled the skin off the cat's muscular exterior and it splashed fluids on the table. She dragged out a pot of water and set it on the fire in the far corner of the kitchen. She looked to the mangled mess on the table and thought of what she will use and what will be disposed of. "I better not use anything that looks suspicious so I'll just use the juice." She replied to herself. She cut open the skull with a grinding pop and looked at the inside. She laughed. "It looks like lasagna." She said as she grabbed a handful of the brain and began to pull it apart and squeezing the clear/whitish yellow fluid into the pot with her bare hands. She then looked about the carcass for the liver, which she chopped up and the heart, which she both drained and cut into pieces. The intestines were last and most fun to her. She would poke them with the tip of the knife and it would squirt out like a fountain. Soon after she poked all the holes in, she squirted the fluid into the pot like a sprinkler on someone's front lawn in present day. What was left of the entrails and bones were put inside the skin on the edge of the table like a sack. Cinderella cut the flesh into good-sized squares and dumped them into the pot with everything else. The Pot simmered and popped over the fire as Cinderella heard voices approach the house. It was Anastasia arguing with her mother.
"I can't believe you pulled me away so quickly. I've lost a shoe!" she complained.

"They were Cinderella's anyhow, I'll just buy you new ones. Speaking of the wench where is she?" she paused a moment. "CINDERELLA!" she screamed. Cinderella came out of the kitchen rubbing her hands on her apron and humming a sweet tune.
"Oh, you're home." She replied innocently. "I was just cleaning up the kitchen." Her stepsisters looked at her disgusted.
"Ugh! You're covered in blood!" exclaimed Drizella completely grossed out. Cinderella looked at her confused and then looked at herself.
"Oh, it's from the meat in the stew." She replied. "I'll go change and clean up." She said stepping into the kitchen. The others seated themselves at the dining room table as she brought the stew out in steaming bowls. "Be careful, it's hot." She replied with a smile. They eagerly dug into the broth and she smiled as they ate.
"This is delicious, what's in it?" asked her stepmother curiously.
"Oh, just veggies and meat. The seasonings are my special recipe." She answered. They just shrugged and the stepmother turned to her oldest daughter Anastasia.
"Did you see the envy on those other girl's faces? He wouldn't dance with anyone else."
"I know." She answered swooning, and that's all they talked about was the glamorous ball that Cinderella had to miss. She gritted her teeth while walking into the kitchen. She grabbed what was left of Lucifer and went upstairs. She smiled a smile so sweet but yet so deceiving.
The step mother now sent her daughters off to bed and turned into her own chambers. Cinderella could hear an awful scream coming from downstairs. The mother had walked into her room tired. She had changed and crawled into bed. The sheets were wet and cold and there was something sticky on the pillows and now in her hair. "Damn girl didn't let them dry enough." She complained as she stood but when she did red fluid oozed down her leg and her right arm. Shocked, shaking and gasping for breath she threw the covers to the floor. Lucifer was turned inside out and nailed to the bed and its dismembered skull was nailed to the bottom of the headboard.
Cinderella laughed to herself as the steps came thundering up the stairs. The door burst open with a loud bang and she came in crying. "Why?" was all she could say and repeated it over and over again babbling.
"You had to eat your sins." Cinderella replied as if it were the most normal thing in the world. The Step mother's eyes bulged in shock and fear. She looked rather sick and green. She then ran from the room locking it quickly behind her.
"We're not finished." Spoke a non-bodily voice, Cinderella's smile faded.
"Who are you?" she asked.
"Your Fairy god mother." It answered. The sisters could hear her talking to herself threw the vents.
"She finally lost it, I knew mother was driving her insane but that's too much." Thought Drizella after leaving the bathroom to her sister's disposal.
The Next morning the King's son had it proclaimed throughout the land that he would marry the girl who lost her glass shoe at the ball the night before. He sent the Grand Duke to travel about the Kingdom in search of the girl whose foot would fit the glass slipper. The Duke tried the little shoe on all the court, every duchess and every princess but all in vein. Finally he came to Cinderella's house.
The stepmother, in great excitement, went to rouse her lazy daughters. Cinderella was locked in her room rocking back and forth in a corner. She heard the voices threw the vents and she knew exactly what was going one. She continued to rock as the voice finished. "It is time."
Screeching, banging and other loud noises began to come from the upstairs. The stepmother sent up Anastasia irritated. "Go shush her." She whispered. After a while she didn't return and the Duke was getting impatient. So the stepmother sent her other daughter up and when she didn't come down she excused herself and went up after them.
"Alright!" she called. "Enough is enough." Then she headed up to Cinderella's room where the door was wide open and the ashes were scattered across the floor. She walked in cautiously, and the door creaked and just as the stepmother turned around a fire poker was plunged into her skull with a sickening crunch. Warm blood poured down Cinderella's sleeves and down her front. The warm rivers of crimson fluid pooled beneath her feet.
"Oh, what a mess, too bad that's going to stain. I didn't know revenge was so messy." She replied. "Oh well, I have a Prince waiting for me." She said as she waltzed right on down and letting her stepmother's body crumple to the floor not even moving it to the closet with the others. Cinderella walked into Anastasia's room and changed into the dress she wore the night before and putting the remaining slipper on her foot. When she got downstairs the Duke slipped on the other slipper. A perfect fit of course, they were formerly hers after all. Cinderella was then driven to the Royal Palace in the King's own coach. There, amid great rejoicing and the ringing of all the bells in the kingdom Cinderella married the prince.

And they lived happily ever after�

6 feet under

Cinderella had gotten tired of the constant voice in her head. After poisoning the entire palace, stabbing her husband and pouring what was left of the poison into the city's main water supply, she ended her own life to quiet the voice that haunted her. The Ironic thing was she jumped off of the garret balcony.

The End


MuaHahahahahaaha! I congratulate whoever got this far. lol

I actually wrote it a while ago, felt like twisting up a fairy tale that hadn't been done fifty million times. lol. but most people don't make it that far. *shrugs* and my spell check says there isn't anything wrong with it...hmm, i'll double check. it don't really like names but thats about it. but i did spell color the old way (colour) which it didn't like either.

Ahh, alright. there isn't a grammar check. thats pry why. thank you. ^ ^

I was thinking of that one too! There are others I have heard though.....

Haha, I like the happy epilogue. It uh, takes care of any lose ends, by killing them.

There were a couple grammar mistakes and cases of a correctly spelled word being used incorrectly (thus not detectable by grammar or spelling checkers). There were also a few anachronisms. The reference to a modern day sprinkler makes sense but feels out of place. I'm pretty sure houses during that time didn't have vents in the same sense that we do. And by local water supply, I assume you mean the local well.

Anyway, I liked the story, even if it was a little rough at times. I'd like to see how it turns out after you went back and did some editing.

Thank you ^ ^