Driving home from work I had this great idea while listening to a Disney Song Collection that I had a friend burn for me. Why not take those songs and make a story with them. None of the characters belong to me except BJ who I formed out of my sadly scary mind and none of the songs belong to me. Some words to the songs have been changed to fit the story.


BJ looked out the side of the wall and watched the people walking around on the ground; she sighed from high on the roof of the cathedral. She paced the wall and then with a look behind her jumped off the building, she fell for a few moments till she landed on head of one of the massive gargoyles that was mounted on the wall. She wrapped her tail around the neck of the creature and looked over the side. She jumped to a gargoyle below the one she was on, getting closer and closer to the ground and then without warning, a hand reached out and grabbed her tail and jerked her inside. She gasped and when the hand cut the air to slap her on the face she simply stepped back and lowered her head. She looked into the eyes of Monsignor Zarbon. He growled at her and raised his hand to strike her again she moved back and lost her footing and fell. He grabbed her arm and hauled her to a mirror on the wall.

"Tell me BJ what is it that you see in this mirror?"
BJ didn't look at the mirror she knew what she would see. He grabbed her chin and forced her head up. She looked at his reflection his grace and beauty was evident and then she looked at herself. Her hair was chopped short and was uneven, her shirt was stained and torn in spots her pants were pants that she had grabbed out of the poor box and were 4 sizes to big she had them tied with a piece of rope from one of the bells. But what he referred to was her teeth that seemed to big for her small mouth and the tail that hung from the base of her spine.

"Well?"
BJ gulped, "I see a brown tail and teeth that look like a lions." BJ held her head down again and fought the sobs that were trying to break free. His grip on her arm loosened, and he with a slight shove let her go.
"I've told you before BJ that people don't go walking around with razor sharp teeth and tails." He gave her a small push and they headed back up the stairs to her loft, her loft with the bells. She was the bell ringer. When he got up there he stood by the door expectantly while she ran and pulled a heavy table into the room and put a flawless dish and goblet on one side and then a dish and goblet that looked as if it had seen better days many years ago. Zarbon nodded his head and sat down and BJ unloaded the picnic basket she had grabbed coming out of his office. As she served him he chewed thoughtfully then nodded that she to could eat. She got up in the middle of her meal to ring the bells for the evening. He nodded his approval and she smiled, when she smiled he frowned and furrowed his eyebrows she quickly shut her mouth and looked to the ground.

"I've told you before BJ,

The world is cruel the world is wicked its I alone who you can trust in this whole city. I am your only friend. I who keep you, teach you, feed you, dress you, I who look upon you without fear, how can I protect you girl unless you always stay in here away in here.

Remember what I've taught you BJ.

You are deformed,"

"I am deformed."

"And you are ugly"

"And I am ugly"

"And these are crimes for which the world shows little pity, you do not comprehend."

"You are my one defender."

"Out they'll revile you for a monster"

"I am a monster."

"Out there they will hate and scorn and jeer,"

"Only a monster."

:"Why invite their calumny and consternation. Stay in here, be faithful to me,"

"I'm faithful!"

"Be grateful to me"

"I'm grateful!"

"Do as I say obey and stay in here"

"I'll stay in here."


As Zarbon started to walk out of the tower he looked at BJ and said, "There will be a full moon tonight you may go into the church for the night but don't be seen, and don't make a sound."
He walked out of the tower and didn't look back. BJ walked back to her spot on the wall and looked out over the city. The sun had not yet set and it cast a fiery glow on the city below her.


"Safe behind windows and these periapts of stone, gazing at the people down below me. All my life I've watched them as I hide up here alone, hungry for the history's they show me. All my life I've memorized their faces knowing them as they will never know me. All my life I've wondered how it feels to pass a day, not above them, but part of them…and out there living in the sun, give me one day out there, all I ask is one to hold forever. Out there where they all live unaware, what I'd give, what I'd dare just to live one day out there. Out there among the millers and the weavers and their wives through the roof and gables I can see them. Everyday they shout as they go about their lives heedless of the gift it is to be them. If I were in their skin I'd treasure every instant. Out there strolling by the sand, taste the morning out there like ordinary men, who freely walk about there. Just one day and then I swear I'll be content, with my share won't resent, won't despair, old and bent I won't care, I'd have lived one day out there."


The sun was setting quickly. BJ quickly headed back inside, although she didn't remember Zarbon had often reminded her that as a child when there was a full moon she would transform into a even more hideous beast then she was now. He claimed that she had gone a rampage to try and destroy the city after that he had let her stay inside the church deep inside where the moon couldn't find her. She grabbed what was left of the dinner and stuffed it into a bag. Then after hastily shoving the stone table back into the corner and quickly ringing the bells for evening mass she headed down her stairs as fast as she could so that she could get into her dark corner before the people arrived. When she got to the bottom of the stairs she ran over who ever happened to be passing by at that moment. She looked at shock at the lady with the blue hair that she had run into. Her eyes went wide and her voice was gone. This lady was looking at her, with a crossed expression, she obviously expected an apology but it had been so long since BJ had spoken to another being that she couldn't find words. She felt, well she smelled actually, Zarbon behind her.

"I apologize, she should have watched where she was going. I will speak to her later of her manners." His hand on her shoulder tightened and BJ knew what kind of "talk" they would have.


Then a man stepped out and gazed at her, he frowned and BJ ducked her head. Zarbon was right she was a repulsive monster and this man was proving it. The man had what she could only call hair that defied gravity. It pointed straight up like a candle flame…a dark candle flame. Then a young man came out and looked at her and started tugging on the mans sleeve while he stared at her.
"DAD SHE LOOKS JUST LIKE JK!"

The words echoed through the stone church and the woman and the man both blushed then the man growled for the boy to shut up and he stepped up and took a closer look at her. Zarbon pulled her into the shadows and pushed her away. "I apologize sir, you won't see her again." Zarbon smiled and then headed toward where the people were gathering. BJ ran to her corner and hugged her knees to her chest. The way that man had looked at her. The way the young man had looked at her. She couldn't make up her mind if she would cry or sleep finally her body decided to do both and she fell asleep with silent sobs.