The Forbidden

Prologue: The Unhappy, Bookish Housewife

The world is filled with happily ever after stories, but this story doesn't begin with a princess .It begins with a girl and her boorish, brainless, husband.

"Five years, five years, five fucking years, today makes five fucking years Philippe." Belle said as she sat in the stable on a tuft of Hay, she was reading a book, a mystery. She kept books hidden from her husband, in a little hidden nook inside the stable. Belle loved her father, this is why she married Gaston in the first place, but she took it as a side road toward her true love. His name was unsure to her, although she had dreams of him at night, being held in his strong furry arms and being the one to break the spell. She'd promised to return to his castle but Gaston kept her caged like an animal. "A woman's place is in the house, not at some library. Her job is to serve her husband, no questions asked." He always said. She heard the familiar boot steps walking onto their tract of land. Quickly she hid her book and walked out to greet her husband. "Belle, there you are! Here, I brought this from Jacque the taxidermist!" Gaston reached into a bag and pulled out another set of antlers for the wall. "Antler's again?" she said, "It's our anniversary, now where is my dinner?" he said she had forgot all about dinner. Gaston had two expectations, one was to have dinner ready when he got home, and two was his wife was supposed to have sex with him at least twice a week or more. "I am so sorry Gaston, I forgot." Gaston slapped belle ferociously with the back of his hand. "Damn it woman! What have you been doing this whole time?" Belle stammered, he slapped her again, Belle winced at the pain. Gaston grabbed her and shook her violently, "Answer me damn you!" Gaston said and threw her onto the ground. "You were always weak, just like your fool of a father!" "Please Gaston," Belle said her voice tinged with tears; "You call me master, never by my first name!" he said and kicked her in the stomach. He picked up and carried her into the house. There he walked into their spacious master bedroom and threw her onto the bed. Belle knew what was coming next, and she didn't like it as Gaston flung his pants off and had his way with her.

The Beast stared at the rose, the last petal still hadn't fallen, five years and it hadn't fell. "I don't understand why hasn't it fell I mean the time is well past due?" he said Cogsworth, looked at him, "Master maybe its fate? You and the girl were meant to be together, maybe that's why? The enchantress is giving you a reprieve." The Beast turned to his advisor, "She wouldn't would she?" Cogsworth looked at him, "Maybe my lord maybe, now if you excuse me I have things to attend to." Beast looked at the rose, "Please if you're really giving me a second chance, let me know." he said, and heard a familiar name on the wind, "Belle,"

There used to be a saying that nobody could do anything like Gaston. To Belle, at this time, nobody could beat and sexually assault his own wife like Gaston. He was asleep, no shirt, his strong chest rising and falling. It was then she saw a green light shining from the living room, moving out of the bed her body still aching from the beating. Wincing she walked into the living room and saw the enchantress. "Belle, I have good news, do not fear Me." she said as Belle moved closer, "I am offering you a chance to return to normal, some semblance of the life you once had. The last petal has not fallen, Belle, you still have time. If you take my hand, you will not be disappointed. Belle reached out and grasped the enchantress' hand and felt her world spin. She found herself in the castle, the castle of her dreams. "Home, I'm finally home." she said and fell to the ground weeping.

As Beast slept he smelled the scent of roses, and dreamed of Belle not knowing she was there, in his castle waiting.

March 10 2011

He had walked the streets of Kent until he found the Tri Towers and the campus of Kent State University. Cloaked in a purple velvet cape, he swiftly slid through the back entrance; the girl was chatting on the phone and didn't notice him. He followed her to the staircase opening the second floor's door. He looked at the room numbers until he found the right one. Knocking on the door, he heard a voice. "Just a sec." the voice said, Steve opened the door and there stood a Seven foot tall beast, "Oh man I need to lay off the Full Throttles." Steve said, The Beast Spoke. "My wife has been kidnapped and I was told you could help me find her. Steven looked at him, and whispered to him, "Has anyone seen you?" he said as he shut the door. "No, I was told you were the finder of lost things. That you're the best at what you do, so I've heard." Beast said Steve looked at him, "Well at least the cloak works. Did they also tell you I am on every police department in the tri county area's shit list?" Beast nodded. "It's going to be a hefty fee, I charge one-thousand a day for toons." Beast pulled out satchel stuffed with money. "That'll do," Steven said. "Steven E. Cornell, finder of lost things at your service." Steve ushered The Beast to his brother's bunk, sitting down the wood creaked, Steve hoped it would hold. "Let's get down to brass tacks shall we? I have a file here on your wife, Age 23, degree in library science from Acme University, impressive. Tell me why would she run away, does she even have a reason?" Steve said, Beast shook his head, "It's been centuries but tonight would be the anniversary of our reunion." "Yes, you refer to it in your request as 'Five year night' I thought it was sooner. It was in the movie." Beast looked at him, "Movies lie, and not everything is the truth." Steve nodded, "Don't I know it. Have you been threatened by any Marvel Characters?" Beast shook his head, "No, what are they?" Steve lifted up his sleeve. An ACE bandage was wrapped around his arm "Disney bought out Marvel enterprises, about a few months ago. This bandage here is the result. About December of 09 I was in the human side of Baltic having a Razzamatazz and Blue Hawaiian Punch when I get a call. One of my old clients, Prince Naveen, had made the mistake of pissing off two Marvel characters and was hiding in a bathroom stall in some bar. So I went down to the Toon side and saw Wolverine and Sabertooth. These two are pricks and they are each drinking Jim Beam and I took their bottles and cracked it over their heads. Next thing I know they have me on the ground and Sabertooth says 'Claw sharpening time' and proceeds to claw the shit out of me. Naveen comes out with a gun and blows their shit to kingdom come, of course they got an accelerated healing factor and it would take them a couple of hours to heal after two slugs to the kneecaps, but I was rushed to Acme General and they bandaged my body except for this four inch gash in my arm from that bastard. I don't fuck around, Beast. I protect my clientele and work like a bastard to help them." He looked Beast in the eyes, "If you really want my help you better expect things to get messy, quick. Now there's the matter of the money. I want you to take the next portal to the human side of Baltic, go to a little trailer and knock on the door. There should be a woman with scabs on her arm from where she scratches her eczema. Give her the money and tell her 'it's for the car' and she won't ask questions. Got it?" Steve said, Beast nodded, "Good, pleasure doing business with you." Steve said and ushered Beast out the door. "God damn I gotta go to Rosie's" he said and shut his laptop and prepared for work.