HELLO! Here is just something to keep the peace. It is like a side project. The idea is to take Disney Princesses and their original from the Brothers Grim, then take them into the modern era. The twist, they are superheroes. It is sorta based in the Marvel universe. But, I haven't made much reference to that. This is just a side thing. It won't be to often that I update this story. But I can tell you that the chapters will be long and that each chapter is a different Princess or Heroine. Can't leave them out can we!? If you wish to know anything as to what is coming, PM me and I'll let you know.
Now I do not own Disney or Marvel and just for safety, I don't own Brothers Grim. Though I wish I did.
With that out of the way…I present Snow White as Armor!
It was a cold winter in the small neighborhood. At night the gentle snow fall was making this suburb look like a post card or a movie scene. A Manor house stood with white walls and a red tiled roof. The Manor house was a cross between the Romanesque architectural style of medieval Europe characterized by semi-circular arches for the doors, but it lacked the tall towers at the corners. A golden light glowed from the window at the front, it showed a woman in a light teal and dark purple night gown. Her fair skin glowed in the light of her vintage lamp that was next to her, rosy cheeks flushed redder from the cold she was letting in as she sat in the open window, her red lips were pursed in concentration as she worked on her embroidery, and her golden brown hair was pulled back in a loose braid down her back. On her left ring finger shined a gold wedding ring with a glittering red ruby as the center gem and two bright sapphires on either side of it.
This woman was Dr. Iris Brighton, and she was a brilliant Geneticist at the Brighton Company. She was at home for the holiday with her husband, Dr. Leopold Brighton, CEO of Brighton INC. She sighed at the starry night sky, not paying attention to her needle.
"Ah!" she yelped as she looked at her finger.
Her amber brown eyes scanned the dot of blood forming from her needle pricking it. She watched as three drops fell into the snow. She sucked on her finger to stop the bleeding and sighed as she pulled her finger away. Her eyes settled on the brightest star she could see and gave a look of longing.
"I wish," she began, remembering her childhood when a princess would wish on a star. "That I had a daughter." She smiled at picturing her and Leo's genes mixing to make their child. "With skin white as snow," She beamed as she looked outside. "Lips as red as blood," she smiled at how pretty the snow and red blood looked together. "And hair as black as ebony." She sighed as she ran a hand down the side of the window pane.
"Iris, are you okay?" Leo asked as he came in to the lounge. "I heard you shout."
Iris turned to her husband and the love of her life. She laughed as he looked ridiculous. In one hand he had a basted hen, in the other he had a bowl of stuffing, and he was in an apron that was stained with herbs, bread crumbs, and some oil. The words 'I'm born for the Kitchen!' plastered on the front.
"What?" He asked then looked at himself and shrugged.
"I'm okay." She laughed and put her embroidery on the window sill. "I just pricked my finger. That's all."
He walked over and put down the hen in its dish and the stuffing on the coffee table. He then sat next to her. "Let me see."
Iris calmed and showed him her finger. "See, not that bad." She assured as he looked her finger over.
"At least let me bandage it." Leo stated as his amber brown eyes looked into hers.
She reluctantly nodded and he led her to the bathroom. He opened a cupboard and pulled out a band aid.
"Let's patch you up." He said and opened the band aid, then wrapped it around her finger. "There all better."
Iris snorted. "My hero." She said and pulled him into a kiss.
One year…
Iris walking into the elevator of Brighton Incorporated. She was in a light blue skirt that reached her knees, with a lavender blouse that had tiny bird pattern on it, a black leather belt was around her stomach, and she wore black heels on her feet. Her hair was in a gentle bun with a few locks of curled hair on either side of her temples. She had a simple thin gold chain around her neck and a pair of pearl earrings on. As she got off on the highest floor, her husband's office, a man rushed out.
"Sorry, Iris, I've got to go. Lilly's gone into labor." He gasped out as she started hitting the button for the lobby rapidly.
"Oh, Go, She'd need you there." Iris said as she backed up from the doors. "Let us know how she is!" she called as the doors shut.
Mr. Carsten was a young reporter for the daylily newspaper. His wife was having their first child and they knew it was going to be a boy.
Iris walked into the office to see Leo jumping around joyfully. "Yes!" he cheered. "It works! It's prefect!"
"What is?" Iris asked with a head tilt.
Leo rushed over to her grinning with absolute joy. "You know how we've been wanting a baby?" he asked and grabbed her shoulders.
She nodded confused.
"Well, For the past year I've been working on making a DNA sequence to help us have a baby." He explained. "And I just ran my latest test. It works!"
Iris's eyes widened. "You mean?" She began.
"We can have a baby!" He beamed.
Iris smiled and hugged him as he spun her around.
Nine months later…
Leo was holding a little baby girl, that's me, in his arms. Dad said that as soon as he and Iris, my mother, saw me that they knew my name.
"What will you name her?" the nurse had asked.
"Snow White." Mom said smiling weakly. "Her name is Snow White Brighton."
Dad smiled and handed me to mom. She was filled with joy and loved that her wish came true. I had the ebony hair that she wanted, genetically speaking it came from my dad's grandmother. My skin, after calming down, was an extreme pale, like snow. Doctors were worried, but after many tests, found nothing wrong with me. It was just my skin tone. My lips were red too. That I got from mom. I got a lot from mom. Her eyes, eye shape, her chin, cheeks, and eye brows. But I got my head shape and nose from my dad.
But when it was time to head home, mom wasn't doing too well. She was paler then me, barely awake, and coughing. The doctors asked my dad if my mom had a history of lung cancer. He nodded and they told him that the stress of my birth had knocked loose the tumor or jump started its development. Either way, mom was dying from cancer.
We stayed in the hospital, until mom died. The doctors did all they could to make mom's death as comfortable and painless as possible. But in the end she died. My dad threw himself into his work. Hiring a nice lady to take care of me when he was at work. But when he came home, he would feed me, and sing me lullabies.
A Year later…
As Lace Ward, my nanny, was taking care of me, her husband, Ray, pulled my dad aside. "Leo, it's been a year." He began as I played with the letter blocks. "Snow needs a mother, not a nanny, Even if Lace is doing a good job."
Dad looked at me as I played with Lace. He sighed, he knew that Ray was right. "I know. It's just so hard." He looked to Ray. "Iris was the love of my life. It feels like I won't find anyone else."
Ray smiled. "You will. You just have to put yourself out there."
Dad's brow furrowed. "How?"
Ray pulled out a card and handed it to dad. "Go here tomorrow. Mingle have fun."
Dad looked at what Ray gave him. It was a card for a bar in the city, called "The Skilled Hunter".
Next night…
Dad ran a hand through his hair and tried to calm the nerves. He looked at the card and nodded. He could go and sit at the bar for a while.
"Lace, I'm headed out." Dad called as he walked to the door.
Lace was rocking me to sleep and nodded. "Have fun, sir."
The Skilled Hunter…
Leo walked in and frowned. A banner hung from the ceiling that read 'Speed Dating night!' he pursed his lips into a thin line of annoyance.
"Oh!" Gasped the Hostess. "You're Leopold Brighton!"
"Yes." He stated annoyed.
She looked confused. "Mr. Brighton? Are you alright?"
He sighed and gave her a small smile. "Just that a friend didn't tell me about," he gestured at the banner.
She looked at it and smiled. "It's something we do every four days." She looked back at him. "And you looked like you just came for a drink." She said.
He nodded then sighed. "I think he meant for me to partake."
She looked through her computer. "For security peruses, we have people register before coming." She explained as she typed. "Yes. Is your friend a Ray Ward?"
Leo closed his eyes. "Yes."
She bit her lip. "Then he registered you for the event." She looked at him and gave a sympathetic smile. "You don't have to go through it if you don't want to."
Leo shook his head. "He paid for it." he said. "I'll stay for a bit."
She nodded and led him to a table then handed him a que card. "This is your que card. You will get four minutes in between dates to write how you felt about the person you dated." She explained. "Now it starts in a few minutes. So get ready."
Leo nodded as she walked away to help others to their seats. He took this time to prepare for leaving when he was fed up, board, or saddened. He had his phone ready too, just in case he got drunk. That's when the Host put on a joyful face and grabbed the mic as the music was turned down.
"Welcome everyone!" she called like an announcer or perky ad. "Welcome new comers and welcome back regulars to Date Night!" she called. "Now for those who don't know how it works, you take turns to date one of these people at the tables. You will have ten minutes per date. Then we will take four minutes to write on your que cards how you felt about that person. Be honest and we will be able to pair you up!" she called. "With the chime of the bell the date begins, a second ring and the date ends."
And with that she hit the bell and the first woman walked over to Leo. After hours of different women and a few men, Leo was ready to leave. Until a very beautiful woman came over and looked just as ready to give up as he was. But Leo looked at her and his eyes widened. She had pale skin and was paired beautifully with a pencil skirted dark lavender dress. Her black hair was pushed back by a golden head band. Her finger nails were painted red, her lips had red lipstick applied with smoky eye shadow. Her shoes were black pumps. Around her neck was a golden apple neckless.
"You look like you're bored." She said as she held her hand bag in one hand and her green eyes looked at his. "Or are you ready to just walk out too."
"You want to leave too?" Leo asked, almost mesmerized by her beauty.
She nodded. "I was hoping this would be better than Online, but it feels worse."
"Want to leave? I could buy you a drink somewhere that's not having a date night." He offered.
She smiled. "I think I'll take you up on that." She nodded and took his hand.
He led her out and they threw away their cards. They went to a small bar for drinks. They laughed and told jokes, and had a nice night. They exchanged each other's names and numbers since they both seemed to be having a good time and wanted to see each other again. Her name was Grimhilde. She said she was trying to get away from her family's name.
Four years later…
When I turned five, I was really good with gardening and cooking. I was in the back yard, climbing the tree to get to my red ball that got blown up there. Lace had gone back inside to get snacks, leaving me alone. I was reaching for it and got on a thin branch. I heard the cracking and stopped. I looked down the branch. It was bending badly.
"Oh no." I gasped and started trying to climb back.
SNAP! I screamed as I started to fall. But then something strange happened. I watched as my hand turned to clear sparkling gems, but held my hands shape. It spread over my body and hair, making me feel heavier, but also stronger. The ground came too soon and I expected to shatter, like glass, but I didn't. The ground gave way to my body outline as I landed back first. I sat up and looked around as I reverted slowly back to normal skin. I watched as the clear Diamond like skin faded.
"OH MY GOD!" Lace yelled as she ran over to me. She grabbed my arms and ran her hand over me, as if checking to see if I was okay. "What happened?"
"I fell out of the tree." I said simply, not knowing it wasn't normal to feel out of a tree without a scratch. "I turned into a diamond."
Lace shook her head looking at the ground. "Snow, that's not possible." She stated gently and pushed some of my dark hair behind my ears.
"But I did." I insisted.
"Come on, little Snow Drop. We need to get you ready for the wedding." She said and picked me up and carried me in, clearly trying to ignore the human shaped divot in the earth.
At the church…
I stepped through the doors in a white dress with a pale lavender sash around my waist. I had pale cream shoes and my black hair was pinned back with a red hair pin. I smiled brightly as I walked down the aisle, tossing red and purple rose petals as I walked. I was happy for my dad, he was happier than I had ever seen him. He smiled at me as I came close.
Zia Marie Harper was walking behind me in a pale lavender pencil skirted dress, and she carried baby Jake, who was in a tiny suit, he was the tiny ring bearer. Next to them was Little Lilac, in a pale lavender dress with a white sash around her waist, she too was a flower girl like me. There was also Brenda and Howard Wood, a bride's maid and Groom's men. Brenda was smiling brightly and hugging her husband's arm as she carried a small bouquet. Lace and Ray Ward beamed as Maid of honor and Groom's men. When we all reached the alter we walked to either side. Girls on the bride's side, boys on the Groom's side. Theo took Jake from Zia Marie and they took their places.
Everyone looked down the aisle to see Grimhilde. She was beautiful. Her dress was pure white, the sleeves were lace and the dress was a mermaid style. Her black hair was in a double bun and showed off the raven's peek on her forehead. Her vail was dragging behind her like a train and her makeup was making her even prettier.
Grimhilde reached my dad, the ceremony began. As it progressed I noticed that the rings they were exchanging, weren't moms. I felt happy about that, I didn't know why.
Four years later…
I was ten and had gotten control of my diamond skin powers. I could turn parts of my body to diamond. But one day while at school, Dad had gone on a drive to the company. He got a phone call from my step mom, they talked and they got into an argument. But then he looked away from the road, and he got into a car accident.
I was in class when the phone rang. After a few seconds of the teacher speaking with the principle's assistant, I blinked at hearing a voice. The teacher's voice, in my head.
"Oh poor girl." Was her thought and then she hung up and looked at me. "Miss Brighton, you have to go to the office, your mother's here."
I looked at my best friend Florian, who was a year older than me. His concerned brown eyes searched mine. I looked away from him as I packed up.
"I hope it's nothing bad." Came his voice in my head making me shake my head.
When I got to my step mom she had a worried face on. "Snow, we have to go." She said simply and held a hand to me. But then I heard, "Leo's been in a car accident. Oh god why?" but her mouth didn't move. I took her hand and followed her.
Hospital, ICU…
Once we go there a nurse came to us. "Here we go." Came her thoughts, I had decided that the voices were thoughts. "Are you Mr. Brighton's wife and child?" she asked. "Oh god please say no."
"Yes." Step mom said. "Please tell me he's okay. Oh god please."
"Should have known. I've seen their pictures. Poor family." The Nurse thought, making me get close to tears. "I have some bad news." She said making my step mom's hand tight on my hand. "Leo suffered massive blood loss." She spoke. "He's left them alone." She thought and the tears started to roll down my cheeks as I stared into her eyes. "The Doctors tried everything they could." She explained. "There was nothing they could do." She thought as the first drop of clear tear hit the floor. "He passed just an hour ago." She spoke as step mom stifled a gasp. "He's dead. I'm so sorry."
I sank to the floor as I shake with sobs. My mind started taking in so many thoughts. Independent ones like, "My side hurts. Why is it hurting?" and "Why do men not understand that I am in pain?" then there were other thoughts of those that took notice of us. "Oh, what happened?", "Poor Child." And "Oh god are they okay?" but then there were the jerks. "Get your kid under control, Bitch." And "Stop crying and go home."
It was too much and I screamed at the pain and with grief of my father's death. Apparently my mind was connected to four people in the room including the nurse and they all collapsed with me onto the floor, with nose and ear bleeds. I later learned that I had mantel powers like my diamond skin. It was so powerful that I spent most of the grieving period, funeral, and wake at home, locked in my room. Crying for my dad. Crying for the pain in my head and crying for the fact that I was alone.
Three more years later…
I grew into a teenager. And in that time, Grimhilde had taken me out of school, fired the house staff and forced me to do the cleaning, cooking, repairing, and other chores. She never let me leave the house and constantly put me down verbally. But I didn't let that get to me. She was perfect practice for my powers. I read her mind daily. And always got her food, drink and cloths right. She was scared of me though. Every time I saw her or she saw me, I'd know. She was afraid of me being more beautiful than her. A silly stupid fear.
So, one day after she got home from work and I prepared her stake dinner, I heard her making plans to create a magic mirror. A week later, it was set up in her room. She wouldn't let me near it. It was the one thing she cleaned herself in the house. Sometimes I would walk by and hear her speaking to it.
"Mirror, Mirror," she would say. "On the wall, who is fairest of them all?" she'd ask.
"My Queen, you are the fairest in the land." A male voice would say back. Every time for several years after dad died.
But when I turned 13 and the Mirror caught sight of me, it changed its mind. I was dusting the pictures outside her room, when I heard her ask the same question. But it gave her a different response.
"Grimhilde, you are the fairest here so true." It said making me think it just wanted to say something different. "But Snow White is a thousand times more beautiful than you."
I held my breath. 'Me? Fairer then her?' I wondered. I then heard her cry out in shock.
"HOW. IS. SHE. THE. FAIREST!?" I rushed off then, not wanting her to know that I heard the Mirror.
She treated me more poorly after that. For a month she would yell at me for the slightest wrong or the smallest mistake. But then two weeks into the winter break she finely struck.
In the city, two weeks later…
I was walking in an ally after getting groceries, I always took the ally as a short cut to home. No one hurt me or attempted to, I would give the people there food and kind words of encouragement, but today was different. I walked and suddenly a man grabbed my arm and asked me to come with him into an ally. He seemed desperate, so I didn't read his mind, not until we reached the ally. It was dark and very dingy ally. I turned in time to see him draw a hunting knife and try to stab me. I lifted an arm to shield myself as my body covered with Diamond. His knife hit and shattered on contact.
But he stopped to stare at me as my Diamond form glittered in the sun and then faded away. He fell to his knees and started speaking in rapid Spanish and held his hands in prayer. I realized he thought I was an angel. I knelt down and took his hands.
"What has you so stressed?" I asked gently.
He looked at me with extreme fear. "Ángel hermoso, Forgive me. I didn't know. Oh Dios mio." (Beautiful angel, Oh, dear god) he looked down and prayed once more.
I bit my lip and then gently poked his mind. His mind, despite being an assassin, was fairly easy to slip into. When I did, my fears were clarified. I watched the memory of my stepmother in her office.
Memory, Brighton Inc, Grimhilde's office…
He stepped through the office doors that the front desk assistant held open. There was a very beautiful woman sitting behind a large desk. Everything in the room was neat and precise and also helped to make her the focus. Nothing was more beautiful than she was. Nothing to distract the eyes from her. No paintings, no trinkets on shelves or the desk. Just a closed laptop and a few pens.
This was Grimhilde, the owner of the company since her husband's death. He did a little research on her, he wanted to know who his clients were. She looked him up and down as he walked up to the desk and took a set. Her look was that of a well-practiced business woman, calculating without giving away her thoughts.
"Could you close the door? What we have to discuss is privet business." She said as she pulled out her check book and a pen.
Her assistant nodded and closed the door. Once it was closed he asked her in a heavily accented voice "What do you require?" He was born and raised in Spain, but his English was flawless.
She nodded. "My late husband was married before me." She began. "They had a child. She has grown to be to troublesome." She looked at him. "I want you to kill her and make it look like a mugging, or kill her and not have a body, I don't care."
He gaped. "Señora!" he stated. "Not a child. Did you read my policy?"
She rolled her eyes. "She is hardly a child in looks and age. She is 16." She stood and grabbed a box that looked like it was designed for holding ornamental objects. It was red and purple. She walked over to him. "I want you to kill her. I don't need a threat to this company or myself."
"How can a teen pose a threat?" he asked confused.
"Am I going to pay you for asking questions or to kill who I wish?" she asked raising an eye brow.
He sighed. "What is the box for?"
She smiled slightly. "I want proof that she is dead." She looked at him. "I want you to cut out her heart and a lock of hair as proof of her death. In this." She said lifting the box and handing it to him.
He took the box and slowly nodded.
End of memory…
I came out of the memory and smiled at the man who was kneeling and saw that my hands had put themselves on his head. I smiled gently. "Have no fear, Michel. I forgive you for your sin." I said.
He looked up at me. Then he grabbed my hands with a determined look. "You need to run, Angelito! (Small Angel) Go somewhere safe, somewhere your stepmother will never find you." He looked out the ally as he stood. "Into the city." He then looked down at her to see my wide eyes. "You can never go back home, and you have to get rid of your phone. It can be tracked." He said reaching for my bag. "Please, Angelito, you must let me help you get safe."
I let him take my bag and he pulled out a simple flip phone, nothing as good as what was on the market at the moment. He then pulled out my sweater jacket with a hood. "You need to hide from cameras as best you can."
I nodded pulling my jacket on and pulled the hood up. "What of the proof she demanded?"
He handed me my back and looked deep in thought. "I hope it is no offence, Angelito. But could I have a lock of your hair to show her?"
I nodded and pulled some hair from under my hood. "Take as much as you need." I said as he cut some of my hair.
"Now run." He told me.
"But what about the heart?" I asked confused.
"I know a guy. Now go, Angelito." He said and gave my shoulder a shove.
Four hours later…
I found myself trying to stick to the shadows and avoid streets altogether. I jumped from rooftop to rooftop. Fire escape to fire escape. Ally to ally. I finely found myself tired, cold, and hungry. I stayed on a rooftop taking in deep breaths as I sat next to an air vent that blew out warm air, but then I found my eyes heavy. Then my eyes closed and darkness took me into a sweet silent embrace.
20 minutes later…
I heard voices then and struggled to pull my eyes open. To my shock four people were on the rooftop with me and showing concern. Brenda and Howard Wood were there and they looked at my face.
"Oh my god! Snow?" Brenda asked grabbing my hood and pushing it back.
I looked from her to her husband and to the two people I didn't know. I didn't speak but my fear and distrustfulness must have shown, because Howard looked to the other couple then back to me.
"Snow you're safe here, this is Hudson and Cadence. They are friends." He told me and kneeled down next to me. "What happened? Why are you at Seven Faces Apartments?"
I looked at them all. I looked at Hudson and Cadence and dived into their minds. I didn't care if they felt the intrusion, I needed to know if they would tell people about me being here. They felt it, and I pulled out when I saw they were safe.
"What just happened?" Hudson asked looking at his wife and the Woods. He looked at me as I looked at Howard and hugged him tightly.
"Hang on, is…is she a mutant?" Candace asked.
I just started crying. I didn't want to, but I kept crying. Howard picked me up and carried me inside and down the stairs into the complex. Once we were in the building I started to panic.
"I can't be inside!" I yelled. "The Cameras! They'll see me and she'll find me!"
The Woods and the other couple looked worried about me as I struggled in Howard's arms.
"Snow, calm down." Brenda said calmly and grabbed the sides of my face. "Tell me, who is it that has you so scared?"
I looked at her light brown eyes. She was worried for me. She was concerned. And she cared. It had been a long time since I'd seen that look. "My stepmother." I gasped.
They looked shocked.
"We need to tell the landlords." Hudson stated looking at them all. "We need to keep her safe and off the grid."
After an hour seven men came into the stairwell to where Brenda and I were. I looked at the men. They were all small. They were dwarves. Each seemed to have a personality and job via by face or cloths. The first one walked over to me and looked me over, as if searching for injuries. He was obviously a doctor.
"You don't seem hurt, miss. Brighton." He said.
"I'm not hurt." I said and looked at the others.
"My name is Darrin. But everyone calls me Doc." He said then looked at his friends. "This is Gale, he works in the Mechanics garage." He said gesturing at a very grumpy looking man in overalls. "This is Harry, he is a nurse at a school." He said gesturing at the happy red haired man. "This is Stellan, he is a late night Bar Tender." He said gesturing to a Sleepy looking man. "This is Brad, he is a hacker/ IT." he gestured at a very bashful man. "This is Steve, he is a robotics student." He said gesturing to a man who sneezed and rubbed his nose. "And this is Derik, he is still in High school, but we took him in." he said smiling at a young boy who looked a bit dopey.
"It is good to meet you all, but…" I looked at them. "Why are you helping me?"
"We don't like The Brighton witch." Gale grouched.
"When we heard that you'd run away, we wondered why and we guessed it has to do with her." Steve sniffed.
I nodded. "She wants me dead. She sees me as threat to both my father's company and her beauty."
This shocked them all.
"You are not going to leave." Harry said and looked at Brad. "Can you do some hacking and delete any footage of Snow in the city?"
"Except for any before I was pulled into the ally." I said quickly.
Brad nodded. "I'll see what I can do."
So while they worked, I started to stress clean. I needed to do something to fuse my mind and not jump into everyone's minds that I could see. So I just cleaned and then when night came I cooked them all dinner. It was the happiest time I had cooked for fun and for friends.
Third pov, Grimhilde's room…
Grimhilde smiled as she opened the box. She grinned at the cold bleeding heart. She had the hair tested and when it came back as a perfect match to Snow White's DNA, she was over joyed. She closed the box and looked at her mirror.
"Mirror, Mirror, on the wall." She grinned. "Who is fairest of them all?"
"Grimhilde, you are the fairest here so true." He began and she smiled with satisfaction. "But Snow White beyond the scrapers at the Seven Faces Apartments is a thousand times more beautiful than you"
She looked shocked then laughed. "That is funny." She opened the box and showed it to him. "But her heart is in this box." She then snapped it shut. "You're lying."
"When a Mirror lies it shatters in shame. I am still in one piece." The Mirror said.
She looked shocked and appalled. "Then whose Heart is in this box?"
"It is that of a boar, bought from a butcher shop." He told her. "The only thing in that box that is Snow White's is the hair."
Grimhilde then grabbed a table edge. She screamed and her dark magic lashed at objects on the table, sending them flying. The Assassin betrayed her. He spared Snow White for some reason. She couldn't think of anything but the fact that Snow White had beauty. The retched brat was still alive and walking the streets of the city somewhere.
She looked at her Surface and marched over turning it on and started typing. "If you want something done right." She growled. "You have to do it yourself."
She did some research on the cameras and smiled. It was easy to get a hacker to give her footage of the apartment complex the Mirror mentioned. After watching for a long time, she found a small snippet shot of Snow White. She was opening a door and waving at a man in a white coat.
She jumped out of her chair and walked to her closet, then opened it. She pushed hard on the back and the secret door opened. She flicked a switch and walked down the stairs to her secret lab/conjuring room. It had been part of the house from a long time ago. It was meant as a panic room or a bomb shelter. She wasn't sure which.
She then walked over to her shelf of books her fingers moved over titles like 'Astronomy', 'Black Arts', 'Alchemy', 'Witch Craft', 'Black Magic', 'Disguises', 'Sorcery', and 'Poisons'.
"I'll need a disguise so complete, no one will know who I am." She muttered as she grabbed the red leather bound book with the word 'Disguise'.
She put it on a pedestal and opened it. "I'll turn my queenly visage to that of a peddler's cloak." She said and turned to the page.
She stopped on 'Peddler's Disguise'. She then looked at the ingredients. Mummy dust, black of night, old hag's cackle, and scream of fright.
"Mummy dust." she muttered as she grabbed a glass goblet and filled it with water, then added the dust. "To make me old." She said and the dust sank into the water. "To shroud my clothes," she muttered as she grabbed a vile of black liquid. "Black of night." She then tipped a small drop into the water, she watched as the dark turned the water slowly black. "To age my voice," she muttered as she put the vile back. She then reached for a phone and typed in a video in the search bar. "An Old Hag's Cackle." She said and held the goblet close to the phone as a cackling old voice rang out and the potion turned red. She stopped the video. "To whiten my hair," She muttered as she typed another search. "A scream of fight." She beamed as a loud female scream sounded and the potion turned green. She turned to the vent and held the goblet to it. "A blast of wind." She called as a strong wind blew in. "To fan my hate." The wind died down and she smiled still holding her potion high. "A thunder bolt!" With a crack thunder crashed and flashed in the closed room and the potion bubbled like soda and steamed. "To mix it well."
She then lowered the goblet and looked at her beautiful refection in the glass of the goblet. "Now, begin thyen magic spell." She said and then took it in both hands and held it close.
A part of her was reluctant, but her hatred and jealousy was too great. She drank every drop, but then she gasped and dropped the glass goblet. It crashed and shattered on the ground as she hunched over and grabbed at her throat. Pain and heat coursing through her and her vision blurred a bit, her world seemed to be spinning. Her hair started billowing around her and faded from black to gray and then to a bright white. She lifted her hands to her face and gasped as they started to grow wrinkled and a wort or two appeared.
"My hands." She gasped in shock at how well it was working. When the spinning and lighting stopped she took several breath. "My voice." She gasped then smiled at the oldness of it. "Hmmm, my voice." She couldn't stop the laughter as she looked at her black hooded dress and dark clothes. "Oh a perfect disguise!" she then opened her witchcraft book to find another potion.
She stopped on 'Enhanced Strength Potion'. She smiled. "Perfect. Sometimes it takes brute strength."
She looked over the ingredients. A lock of lion's mane, muscle of a bull, and the roar of a bear. She then grabbed a new glass goblet.
"First a lock of lion's mane," she said after grabbing a lock and putting it in the water and stirred it. She waved a hand and the mane lock seemed to dissolve into a gold liquid that took over the water. "For glory." She then grabbed a slice of meat. "For strength," she said and dropped the slice into the potion. "Muscle of a bull." She said and the meat soon disappeared, leaving a red colored potion. "And for boldness," she pulled out her phone and searched. "The roar of a bear." The roar sounded and the potion got even redder if that was possible. She gave it a stir as it started to bubble and fume.
She then drank it and immediately she felt strong. She grinned and laughed as she lifted the iron table with ease then put it down as she picked up the lace ribbons. She then held a hand in front of herself.
"Oh magics of darkness, take me to her! The girl who has given me my hate!" and with that a dark black and lime green portal appeared. She then stepped through it laughing at how close to victory she was.
Snow's pov….
I was prepping ingredients for the stew I was making for the boys, but a knock came at the door. I froze. 'Who could that be?' I wondered then walked to the door. I turned my right fist to diamond and put it behind my back. I gripped the door knob and twisted it. When I opened the door I only saw an old woman. I blinked.
"Hello?" I asked.
"Hello, child." The old woman beamed and showing she was missing a few teeth. "I heard you were new." She opened a bag. "I wanted to give you a gift as welcome."
I looked in. ribbons. Dozens of lace ribbons. There were of all colors. "Really?" I asked and looked around the hall way. "Did anyone follow you?"
She looked confused. "No. No one follows old me."
I bit my lip. I was still getting used to when and if I should look into people's heads. But she seemed fine. I should have read her mind. I allowed her inside and got her some water. "Here."
"Oh, Thank you." She drank it and then opened her bag again. "Please pick one, child."
I looked in and then my eyes landed on a bright blue lace one. I grabbed it and it felt soft but strong. "This is beautiful."
"Why not, keep it." the old woman said.
I nodded and looked around me. I then started to lace it around my waist.
"Allow me to tie it off." She said and grabbed the two lengths. I smiled as she started to tighten it, but then it kept getting tighter. I was starting to find it hard to breathe. I grabbed at one of the ribbon straps.
"T-to…t-tight…c-c-can't…b-reath…" I gasped as she pulled hard on the lengths
Black spots appeared and then consumed my vision. I felt myself fall and I was unconscious before I hit the floor.
When I woke with a gasp, my skin turned to diamond, snapping the lace and then letting my skin return to normal as I took several breaths and gave out several coughs.
"Snow?" Asked a voice.
I looked to see Doc. "I can explain." I said remembering how a lot of people didn't like Mutants.
He just smiled kindly. "What happened?"
I looked at the ribbon. "An old woman came…" I picked it up. "Welcoming me." I then looked at the seven of them. "I think my Stepmother is a witch."
Third pov…
When Grimhilde walked out of her dark portal, she reverted back to her young and beautiful self and the added strength faded. She took a breath and rushed to the mirror. She breathed a sigh of relief. "I am free at last of that brat and I am now the most beautiful." She beamed and then walked up the stairs and into her bed room. She threw off her black shawl and stood in front of the Mirror.
"Mirror, Mirror," she began. "On the wall, who is fairest of them all?" she asked.
"Grimhilde, you are the fairest here so true." It began once again. "But Snow White is a thousand times more beautiful than you."
Grimhilde stared. "No. I saw her die." She spluttered. "I killed her myself."
"She is indeed alive." The Mirror informed.
"How!?" Grimhilde yelled. "Show me! Tell Me!"
The Mirror rippled and showed a few minutes after she'd left Snow White. Then she saw a man rush in and started to loosen the ribbon. But then Snow's eyes opened and she took in a deep gasp of air. Then her form shifted to her diamond form, snapping the lace, before returning back to her natural self. The image faded back to being just a reflection.
Grimhilde gaped. "She's…she's a mutant?" she breathed. She gritted her teeth and glared. "I'll have to find another way." She stormed down to her lab to think of something.
The next day she found it. "If her bones refuse to snap and her skin is too tough…Then Maybe I can use that against her." She turned to her book 'Poisons'.
She then made a random poison. She was so infuriated she didn't read it properly. Instead she put it on a very pretty comb, then dressed as a Comb seller. She put on a ton of makeup and made it ugly. She looked in her mirror and saw that there was no way anyone would recognize her.
Snow's pov…
I was cleaning off their computers when a knock came again. 'Twice in one week?' I wondered.
Carefully I opened the door, ready to give them a good diamond punch if they were trouble. I only saw a woman who went overboard with makeup. She was carrying a heavy coat.
"See anything you like?" she asked in a deep voice.
She open her coat and brushes, combs and gloves were strapped to either side.
I raised an eye brow. "Who are you?"
"I am Willma. Just a common saleswoman." She said.
I eyed her. 'To read or not to read.' I thought.
"Oh please, it's a cold day." She begged. "I haven't sold much today."
I felt myself soften. "Come in and I'll get you some water."
"Oh thank you." She said.
I handed her the water and she drank it smiling at its coolness. She then looked at me with a look of wonder.
"Your hair is beautiful." She complimented.
"Well," I said running a hand through it. "It got cut by accident." I then grabbed the part that Michel had cut. "I'll be getting it cut soon and it'll be all even."
"Perhaps I, if you'll let me, I could give you a haircut." She offered.
I thought about it. Again this woman posed no threat. I should have trusted my gut and read her mind. I sat down. "Just so it's the same length."
She nodded pulling out a pair of scissors. "You are in good hands." She said and started combing my hair and giving a few snips.
But as she continued, I started to feel tired, weak, and it seemed like I couldn't move. She giggled as she slipped away at my hair. By the time she was in the back behind me, I slipped into her mind. I sucked in a gasp at seeing it was Grimhilde.
"What's the matter, princess?" she asked as a joke. "Lost your tongue?" she laughed.
She snipped more, it was making me think she was just doing it as a last farewell. She ran the vintage looking comb through my hair and that's when I felt a tingling surge in my scalp.
"Wh—ar—yu—dooin—t—m—" my speech was slurred and forced back.
"Oh?" She sighed. "I thought that it's obvious." She said as she leaned down to my ear. "I'm killing you." She whispered.
I felt myself sputter. I had never felt so helpless in my life until this moment. "W—wh—y?"
She laughed. "You're too beautiful." She then turned cold. "You're also a danger to the company." She pushed her sharp nails into my shoulders. "Did you really think that I would let a foolish brat like you take that wonderful bit of money from me?"
I struggled to say something, but my body wasn't responding.
"I fell in love with your father. But he died." She chuckled dryly. "Well, I guess you could say that any goodness I had, died with him." She sniped some hair as my eyes grew heavy. "But then I find out he willed the company to you. When you become 18." She made one last snip, finishing up the haircut. She then walked around in front of me. "Can you imagen how hurt I felt to find that I would only be running the company for 8 years?" she then grabbed my hair and yanked my head back. "Only to give it over to a hormone crazed teenager who'd run it into the ground?" she then let go and held the comb in front of my face. "Well, this is me, making sure that never happens." She growled then ran the comb in my hair.
My vision danced and faded to blackness again and I fell limp in the chair, hearing her laughing as I faded.
When I woke a little while later, and found I was on my bed that the guys gave me and Happy was next to me.
"Good, Snow, you're awake." He beamed.
I held my head as it swam a little. "How'd you save me?"
"Well it wasn't too hard to see that you were under a paralytic and sleeping draft." He explained. "Just a phone call to Doc and a description of what was going on with you and boom! Saved the Princess."
I smiled at him. He was very optimistic. The door opened and Grumpy walked in.
"You can read minds, right?" he grouched.
I nodded.
"Every person that comes to the door now or if you go out, read their head. No matter how invasive it seems." He told me. "Better safe the sorry."
"I will now. That was too close." I said to him.
Third pov…
Grimhilde walked out of her portal and ran start to her shower. Once she had cleaned the makeup off, she cleaned herself in a scented victory shower. Once that was done she walked into her room and in her bath robe and started brushing her hair. She looked behind her slightly.
"Mirror, mirror," She began soothingly. "On the wall, who is fairest of them all?" she giggled. "Go on say it." she said as she closed her eyes.
"Snow White is a thousand times more beautiful." The Mirror said.
She gasped and dropped the brush. She whorled around to face him. "What?"
"She survived." He stated.
She glared. "How close was I?"
"Very. If the dwarves hadn't known what was happening, she would've gone to a hospital and died there." he informed her.
She then nodded as she stood. "Looks like I'll have to pull an all-nighter."
Snow's Pov…
I started working on something. I had a dress form, though this one had legs. I had gotten Brenda to get me fabric and thread. I was sewing a pair of blue pants that were made of pleather. So far they were coming out great. I had already finished my crop-top short sleeve shirt of the same materiel, just yellow, not blue. I had been reading some books. History mostly. I found that there had been and are superheroes. I made the decision to become one. I had the powers for it. And I loved helping people.
Third pov…
Grimhilde walked into her lab the next day and started brewing up her poison. She then grabbed an apple and dipped it into the poison that would put whoever eats it into a Sleeping Death. The only thing that could lift the curse/poison is a kiss from her true love. But she had that handled. She had found young 14 year old Florin and trapped him in her lab. He was watching her as she worked.
"What is that?" he asked and yanked on the chains.
She smirked at him. "I suppose I could tell you. Not like you're leaving here." She walked over and held the red and white apple close to him. "This is what will get rid of Snow White." She smirked at his confusion. "You see, Florin, Snow is a danger to my company and beauty." She walked over to the basket of apples.
"So that's going to kill her?" he gasped looking at the odd color of the apple.
She laughed. "No." she turned to him. "It will put her into a sleeping death-like state." She then let her robe fall to the floor, showing off a suit of her own.
It was a purple leotard with a red and gold corset, a purple long jacket, her legs were covered by fish nets stockings, and on her feet were in dark red ankle flats. She turned back to Florin.
"I needed to look right." She informed as she grabbed her head piece. "Now we're was I?" she asked the giggled. "Ah yes. Sleeping death." She turned to him fully. "She will be taken to hospital and then pronounced dead." She leaned close to him. "Oh and then they'll cremate her alive." She shuttered with joy. "I just can't wait for that."
"You won't get away with that!" he yelled trying to pull loose, but the chains weren't budging.
She laughed. "Like you have a say in it." she pulled the head piece on.
It was a purple pull over with a point on the forehead and wrapped around her neck, it had a gold metal plate that looked like a crown and three pointed gem-like parts that looked like the crown jewels. She put in her silver earrings in then pulled her hair through the back. Her long black hair fell to the middle of her back and she grinned at Florin.
"Take a good look. You would never see that brat in anything like this." She joked then waved a hand at herself. "I want the hag disguise. Hide my form from the girl." With a glow of lime green from her eyes and hands her form and clothes shifted to that of an old hag. She grinned at Florin. "Soon your beloved friend will be gone and I will free you then." She turned her back to him. "Darkest forces, take me to the brat." She said and waved her hand making the portal. She then stepped through.
Florian looked at the chains and then he saw a small bone. He bit his lip he moved his foot to it and started to try and move it to himself. He knew it would take him a bit, but he could do it.
Snow's pov…
I finished up my make shift costume. It wasn't the greatest, but I could work on it here and there. I put the mask on the head piece then nodded. I just then heard the doorbell ring. I stopped. It rang again. I sighed and looked at my suit. I pushed it into the closet and walked to the door. I opened it and saw an old woman with a basket of apples.
"Hello child. I was just taking a look around." She said "Could you give me a tour?"
I didn't answer her. I looked at her and wondered if it was my stepmother again.
"Oh, are you not allowed to speak to strangers?" she asked me.
I could only nod.
"Oh well," she gasped grabbing her chest and started breathing heavily. "Oh-oh dear."
"What's wrong?" I asked getting concerned.
"I- oh- think I'm—having a—heart—heart attack." She gasped looking in actual pain.
I grabbed her shoulder. "Come in and sit down, I'll get you some water…."
She nodded and followed me in. I didn't see Hudson and Cadence gasp and run.
Once I had given her the water it seemed to help.
"Oh thank you dear…" she breathed. "I can't thank you enough."
"It was nothing really." I said looking at the closet with my suit and then the phone. "Should I call 911?"
"I would like to give you something." She stated and grabbed an odd looking apple.
I looked at her then shook my head. "I couldn't."
"Oh but it's from the best apple tree in the world." She held it to me. "Take at least one bite."
I then dove into her mind. I saw it was Grimhilde. Bit my lip as I pulled out and hoped I could get to the phone in time. I grabbed the apple and bit into it. I waited a few moments as I chewed a bit, then I let my eyes roll back and fell from where I was, faking a fainting. I let my eyes fall shut and let the apple roll out of my hand.
I listened as she laughed and the laughter turned from old hag to young woman.
"Now I am the fairest in the land!" she laughed even more as she left.
Once I knew she was gone I opened my eyes and tried coughing up the bit of apple. But I realized I had swallowed some of the juice as well as some apple. I struggled to stand as the poison took effect. I couldn't tell what it was, but I knew it was fast acting and my diamond insides might not help.
I got to the phone and grabbed it just as my legs gave out. With a yelp I fell to the floor. I couldn't move as the phone slipped from my fingers, I didn't even manage to dial the number. I felt woozy and then my eyes closed as I fell into a deep sleep.
Third pov, Florian…
Florian got the bone close then kicked off a shoe. He then picked up the bone with his foot and slowly and with several grunts of pain and struggle, got it to his left hand. He then bent his hand weirdly and slipped it into the key hole.
"Come on." he gritted through his teeth as he wiggled the bone around. "Come on!" he groaned.
Click!
He gave a happy gasp and pulled his hand out of the shackle. He then turned to unlock the other one on his right hand. He jiggled it and twisted it. Then with another, Click! He got it off. He stood and pulled his shoe back on. He then looked for a weapon for if he needed it.
He found the stairs and climbed up. But didn't find a weapon. So he changed his plan. He rushed out of the house and right home. He needed to find where Snow was. Once he reached home his father pulled him into a great hug.
"Son!" he gasped. "Where have you been?" he asked and pulled back. "We called the police."
"I was kidnapped." He breathed out from the running.
His dad's face hardened. "Who?" he asked. "Who took you?"
"Grimhilde Brighton." He said then looked worried. "She plans to kill Snow."
"I'll call the police." His father nodded and rushed for a phone.
Third pov, the dwarves…
Hudson and Cadence caught up with the dwarves and stopped them. "Stop!" they called.
The dwarves turned and saw the fearful worry. "What?"
"Grimhilde came back." Cadence gasped.
"What? Where?" they asked.
"At Snow's apartment." Hudson said pointing back.
"Let's go!"
With that they took off back to the apparent. When they got there they found Snow on the floor with a phone in her hand. Doc looked her over then opened her mouth. He sniffed and shock his head.
"I can't tell." He said and then saw the apple. He grabbed it as Happy called for an ambulance. "She must have eaten this."
"I told her to read everyone." Grumpy growled.
"I think she did." Sleepy said pointing at the phone that was close to her hand.
"Why didn't she diamond up?" Asked Bashful.
"She might have thought that she could get an ambulance here before the poison worked." Sneezy guessed with a shrug as Happy spoke with the 911 operator.
The Ambulance got there and she was rushed to the hospital. After several hours of waiting the dwarves were joined by Hudson and Cadence, the Wards, the Woods, and Harpers. Finely the doctor came out.
"Are you miss Brighton's family?" he asked.
"No." they said.
"But we are as close as she has right now." Lace said while she held Daisy, her daughter, close.
The Doctor sighed. "What about her stepmother. The records say—"
"She's the one who did this!" Theo hissed angrily. "Don't call that witch. This the third time this week."
The Doctor looked both appalled and shocked. "Oh," he looked down at the floor then back at them. "She is stable." He informed. "But she is unresponsive to any stimuli."
"Meaning?" Grumpy asked.
"She's in a coma." Doc said sadly.
They looked to the Doctor who nodded sadly. For weeks it was like this. Four visitors per hour. But then a new visitor came. It was Florian Carsten. His eyes widened at Snow's still form on the hospital bed with tubs and wires hooked up to her. All giving her saline, keeping track of her vitals, and other medical things a typical Coma patient would need.
All the while Grimhilde was celebrating as she walked over to the Mirror. "Mirror, Mirror on the wall who is fairest of them all?" she'd asked excitedly.
"It seemed to be Snow White, but she is gone and now you are Fairest." The Mirror had said.
So she'd been drinking the best wine, eating at grand restaurants and moving on with business deals. But the public was growing suspicions. 'Why was she so happy? Her child was missing.' Were things people wondered. But she paid them no mind.
On a visit with Snow, Florian scooted closer to her bed. He was the only visitor that day. He leaned his elbows on his legs. His brown hair was messy from lake of sleep. His gray brown eyes filled with sorrow, but also a longing.
"Snow…" he took a breath. "Snow, the doctors say…they that you…you might not make it." He said trying not to lose his nerve. He grabbed her hand that had a heart monitor on her finger and gave a gentle squeeze. "I don't want that." He told her. "Do you remember when we were 6?" he began. "I stopped some bullies from bullying you. You told me they couldn't really hurt you." He sighed. "Because of how sad you felt for them." he looked saddened. "But when you were 10 and didn't show up at school I thought you had been hurt by your dad's death and refused to go." He smiled. "Then I came to your house and found that your Stepmom pulled you out. And we started sneaking out." he took in anouther breath. "I don't want this to happen." He croked tightening his grip on her hand as his eyes started to tear up a bit. "I…" he stopped as he leaned close to her face. "I…love you." He declared. "I've loved you since middle school." He closed his eyes and a few tears fell. He then found his lips meeting hers. He held for a moment. He then pulled back. "Come back." He whispered.
It seemed nothing happened and he stood to leave, but stopped. Snow's hand had tightened on his. He gaped. Her mouth opened a bit as she took several breaths. Her eyes fluttered a bit, then opened slightly. She appeared confused, but alive.
"Where am I?" she asked
Florian turned to the door briefly. "Guys! She's awake!"
Snow looked at Florian. "What?"
Everyone soon came in and beamed at seeing her. Dopey walked over and smiled at her, holding a box.
"We're so glad you're awake." Ray said and looked to Larry Carson.
For the smallest of moments, Snow was confused with why she was in the hospital and way she was asleep. But then it all came back and face darkened just a bit. "How long have I been out?"
"Three weeks." Larry informed her. "And I have a question to ask you."
Grimhilde, meanwhile, was in her room. She walked over to her Mirror in a joyous drunk way. "Mirror, Mirror," she stated as she leaned on the wooden frame. "Who is fairest of them all?" she asked
"Thou, Grimhilde, art loveliest here, I ween; but lovelier far is the new-Hero Armor. Snow White and she are not just equals." The Mirror informed her.
"What!?" She gasped and back from the Mirror. "How can Snow White be alive? Who is this 'Armor' person?"
"Tune into the news and see for yourself." The Mirror suggested.
Snow's pov…
I was sitting in my Hospital bed and looking at Larry Carson. "Ask away." I said.
"Would be willing to publicly denounce Grimhilde?" Larry asked as everyone found places to stand or sit.
My brow furrowed. "Denounce?"
"Yes. Tell everyone what she's done and how she is not fit for the Brighton Company." Ray explained.
I thought about it. I didn't want to be mean, but she had tried to kill me three times. She had no goodness left within her. I looked to them and held Florian's hand tightly. "I am willing to do so."
So that was how everyone was ushered out of the room, everyone but Florian and his father. The room now had cameras and reporters from different news outlets. From tv, radio, and the papers. Lace was fixing my shoulder length hair and putting on a little make up to give me just a little color. Once the publicist for Brighton INC said we were ready the cameras rolled and flashed.
I looked at them all as best I could. "My name is Snow White Brighton. I am the only daughter of Doctors Leopold and Iris Brighton." I began. "Many of you know me, you've seen me when I was a child. But in the last three years you haven't seen me much." 'Here we go.' "That is because of Grimhilde Brighton, my stepmother." I took a breath. "After my father died she fired the house staff and put all their old responsibilities on to me."
'So what? You're just cleaning.' Came the thought of one from a newspaper.
"She pulled me from school and didn't let me leave unless it was for grocery shopping." I informed them. "But as those three years past, I noticed something." I looked at the mics on my bed then back at them. "I notice she was getting paranoid. She started fearing that when I turn 18 that I would run my father's company into the ground. She didn't want to lose the power." I took another breath. "She also felt threatened on another more trivial point." She shook my head. "She felt threatened of me because of my looks."
The reporters stared in shock as well as disbelief. Their thoughts told me as such.
"Three weeks ago she had an assassin try to kill me." I informed them and they gasped writing things down and snapping rapid pictures. "I was saved by an angel of diamond." I said internally smiling at setting up my hero persona. "My stepmother then tried to kill me again, by disguising herself as an elderly woman and tried to crush my ribs with an extra strength lace ribbon." They looked a bit surprised. "I was again saved by the diamond angel."
Reporters seemed a bit shocked by this. Some seemed to be prepping their questions for the end of the statement.
"She then tried to kill me the next day. This time with a poisoned comb. She explained to me then as the Paralytic kicked in why she was doing this. She confirmed my suspicions." I stated. "I was saved by the people I was staying with for safety." I then looked at the door to see the dwarves peering in. I looked back at the Reporters and camera men. "She then tried a third time. This attempt landed me here in the hospital. She gave me a poisoned apple and left me for dead." They gaped. "I have been here in a coma for the past three weeks."
"In that time." Florian took over. "Grimhilde was so paranoid she kidnapped me and held me in her lab as she was trying to kill Snow." He informed.
Larry stepped in then. "Now if you have questions, Florian Carson or Snow White Brighton will answer them."
They all raised their hands. Florian picked one with a notepad.
"How did you escape from Grimhilde, Mr. Carson?"
Florian looked to me and then back at them. "I was saved by the diamond angel. Just like Snow."
The next reporter I picked. "How do we know you aren't brain damaged and all of what you say isn't a delusion?"
"As Florian said, my stepmother is extremely delusional and paranoid." I informed. "If I was brain damaged, then why would Florian have been kidnaped?"
Then next one Florian picked. "You have mentioned a diamond angel. Do you know their name?"
"Yes I do." I said and looked at them. "Her name is Armor."
Third pov…
CRACK! SHATTER! SPLASH!
"He saved HER!" Grimhilde shrieked as she just threw a wine glass at the TV screen that had frozen on Snow White's face.
She rushed to her Mirror. "Who is Armor!?" she demanded.
"I don't understand the question." The Mirror stated.
"This diamond angel! Who is Armor?!" She bellowed in anger.
The mirror paused for a long time. "You already know her. She has been with you until four weeks ago."
She glared. "You're no help." She growled then waved a hand at herself.
Her robe vanished and she was in her Witch Queen suit. "I'll find this Armor." She gritted. "But how?" she then grinned. "She saved Snow White and Florian." She nodded. "I'll take him again."
Snow's pov…
I was resting with Florian when the window crashed. We jumped awake and hovering with lime green light was Grimhilde.
I gasped at her and Florian moved to protect me. "Stay away from Snow, Witch!"
"Oh, Foolish boy!" she shrieked. "I don't want her right now." She held a hand at me. "Fly Back, Brat." She said and her eyes and hand glowed green.
A beam hit me and I was sent flying back to the other side of the room. I hit the wall before I could bring up my Diamond skin and fell to the floor with a groan.
"SNOW!" Florian yelled and tried to run to me.
"Come." Grimhilde said and a green beam grabbed him and pulled him to her. "I want Armor!" she yelled. "She seems to like the two of you." She gritted. "She'll come for you and I'll kill her!" she then flew off with Florian.
I stood up as Doc and the other dwarves rushed into the room. I looked at them then at the window. I walked over but Dopey stopped me.
"Let me go. I have to save him." I said and tried to pull away.
"We know. But you can't go after her like that." Bashful informed.
Doc then held out the box. "Please. The girls finished it for you."
I took it and opened it. I gasped then looked at them. "Thank you."
Third pov…
Florian struggled with the ropes that bound him to the top of the Brighton INC building.
"I am sure you can't fly, Prince." Witch Queen informed.
"Why are you doing this?" Florian asked as he shifted around.
She came close to his face. "You insulted me on live television and I want to kill Armor." She hissed.
"Why? She's done nothing to you." He said.
"She is the fairest in the land and I want her dead. Her and Snow White will not take that title from me." She growled.
Just then a loud thump sounded and the ground shook a bit. Florian and Witch Queen turned to see a young girl. She wore a shirt that was a short sleeved yellow crop top shirt made of pleather, blue pleather skin tight pants that tucked into yellow knee high boots that had a little flair just below her knees, around her waist was a gold and red belt, around her wrists were red bracelets of some kind of metal, and on her shoulders was a red leather jacket with the sleeves rolled up. Her mask was red and covered around her eyes and her forehead. Her skin and hair faded back to pale and black as the Diamond twinkled and seemed to melt back into her skin and hair.
"Armor!" Florian yelled in shock. He hadn't really believed that there was such a hero.
"Let the boy go." Armor ordered in a strong commanding voice. 'Do not worry, Florian, Son of Larry. You will be safe.'
He jumped at her voice in his head. 'You're in my head.'
'I can read your thoughts.' She gave him a mental smile. 'Snow White is safe.'
"Or what?" Witch Queen asked landing on the ground. "What is a child going to do to me?"
Armor glared then her hair billowed a bit. She delved into the Witch Queen's mind, then screamed into her. Witch Queen grabbed the sides of her head.
"Stop it!" she yelled then held her shaky hands at Armor. "I SAID STOP!" she yelled and a blast of green shot at Armor.
Armor ducked to the right and then ran at Witch Queen as her mind blast was broken. Her body turned to Diamond as she ran and Witch Queen conjured sent several objects and threw them at her. Armor lifted her arms to shield her face and broke through the few that managed to hit her, others flew past her into the night.
"DIE!" the Witch Queen yelled and ran at Armor.
Armor grabbed the Witch Queen and used her own forward momentum to send her crashing to the rooftop in a tumbling roll. She then rushed up to Florian. "I'm going to untie you." She informed and snapped the ropes with the added strength of her skin. She let the skin fade and looked at Him. "Run for the doors." She turned to were the Witch Queen hovered up off the ground. "I'll deal with Witch Queen."
Florian looked worried. "But what about you?"
'Go, Florian. Get to safety.' She said into his mind. "Please just go."
He reluctantly did and her face turned to Witch Queen. Armor ran at her and sent a mental blast at her then assumed her diamond form as Witch Queen turned to send a blast of dark magic. This hit Armor and made her skid back, making divots in the cement of the roof and sending up gravel. She took a breath and looked at Witch Queen.
Armor rushed at her as news helicopters came and started filming the fight of the new hero and villain of German town. Nether cared about the copter, until Armor was blasted onto her back and crinkled an exhaust vent for the building with a loud crunch and whine of bending metal.
Witch Queen then winced as a spot light from a Police chopper came at her. She glared and threw a green blast at it.
Armor gasped and lifted a hand. She diamonded up and ran off the building taking the blast instead of the chopper. She started to fall as he skin faded back. A spot light followed her limp body as she fell. Her eyes opened and she gasped, turning to diamond at the very last second before she hit the next building and leaving a trail crater. She groaned as her skin faded to her pale completion and her she saw that her clothes were torn up quite a bit. The pleather was not designed to take the grating of the stone she had fallen and skidded in.
Before she could do anything Witch Queen landed on her with a knee into her stomach, making her scream out in pain. She leaned in close to Armor's face.
"Oh, did that hurt?" she asked as she could see Armor struggled to get focus and blast her mind, but she couldn't. Witch Queen laughed. "You think you're a fair hero?" she asked lowly. "Hmm?" she asked and made her hand heat up with black magic and pushed it to Armor's shoulder making her scream. "Let me tell you something. You are nothing but a child playing dress up." she stated. "I could take that mask and find your family and friends." She leaned closer as Armor's hand closed and turned to diamond. "And I'll take them from you. One by—"
"NO!" Armor yelled and punched Witch Queen in the face sending her flying back.
Crack! The Witch Queen landed on her side with a bleeding cheek. She looked at Armor as she shakily stood and diamond covered her completely. Her eyes hardened with pure anger. She ran over and started to beat on Witch Queen, though Witch Queen shielded herself.
With every punch Armor yelled. "YOU! WILL! NOT! LAY! A! FINGER! ON! THEM!" she screamed.
She was then blasted back as Witch Queen sent a blast. Armor sank her fingers into the cement to slow her skidding. She looked up at Witch Queen. They started to battle again, Armor every now and then, out of her diamond form, would get some scrapes and bruises. Witch Queen getting more damage than her. But then a bullet was fired and hit Witch Queen.
Witch Queen gasped in shock, as did Armor.
"No." Armor breathed as Witch Queen, Grimhilde stumbled back to the edge. "No, Grimhilde stop!" Armor yelled and rushed over. Her diamonds faded back into her skin.
Just as Grimhilde fell over the edge Armor grabbed her hand. "I've got you."
"Why save me, Brat!?" Grimhilde yelled. "You hate me!"
Armor struggled to hold her and stay on the roof. "That's true." She gritted. "But I'd be no better then you if I let you fall."
Grimhilde glared as the police came over getting ready to help. She then looked at Armor. "You and your friends will pay." She then blasted Armor in the arm, causing her to let go.
Just as Grimhilde started to fall, she vanished into a dark green portal.
Snow's pov…
I sat in the hospital bed waiting for my wounds to heal. Florian sat with me as I thought about what happened. I could have saved Grimhilde. But I just froze. It was like I couldn't do anything. Nothing at all.
When Florian came in he checked me over and asked me if the wounds were from the blast or the battle. This shocked me.
"How'd—"
"Snow, you should invest in getting a voice modulator." He informed me. "So, are you okay?"
I looked down. "I messed up." I lifted my hands. "My first time being a super hero and I get someone killed."
He grabbed my hand. "You didn't kill her." He said. "She blasted you. She wanted you to let her go." He turned my face to him. "There was no body found. That might mean she just vanished into somewhere."
I sighed. "So what do I do now?"
"That's your choice, Snow." He smiled. "And I'll stand by you no matter what you choose."
Soooooo…Did you like it? What do you think happened to Witch Queen? What do you think will happen to Snow and Florian?
I started with Snow White because she was the first Disney Princess. So why not start in the beginning?
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