All right all right all right! First chapter. Ok so I did some updating because I thought some of my writing was poor so yeah that happened. Anyway, hope you enjoy (pls review)! Also don't own Fairytale just the content of this story.

Lucy's POV:

I woke with an excruciating headache that fateful morning. You'd think that would be enough of a warning to stay in bed that day. Alas, my traitorous thought process dragged me out of bed, into the lukewarm shower, dressed and out the door. I did have midterms after all. Dropping an Aleve onto my tongue and tipping back my bottled water I headed down the driveway, groggily getting onto my silver bicycle. As I commenced my adventure to my "prestigious and exulted" private school and the medicine began to take effect, my mind started to clear. I daringly closed my eyes and took a deep breath of the crisp morning air. My uniform chafed against my thighs and my cardigan clung to me with sweat but I felt refreshed for the first time in a while. Lately I had felt as if my life was on autopilot, just going through the motions. But that day, right in that moment, I had felt like an actual contributing member of society.

As soon as I opened my eyes again everything seemed to slow down, like something out of a movie. I saw the morning dew on the patches of grass to my right, heard the world around me begin to wake up as cars and birds began they're morning commotion, and felt. I felt. Something I had never experienced before and hope to never experience again. The looming miasma of death hung in the air. For some stupid, stupid reason I had decided to take a new route to school.

Slowing to a stop in front of a row condemned and dilapidated buildings; I held my breath, waiting for an unknown sign to confirm my suspicions.

A deep, menacing voice spoke quickly in a language I couldn't understand but could identify as vaguely Afrikaans.

A younger sounding voice replied in the same tongue but sounded much more innocent and frightened.

I pulled myself of the cushioned seat of my bike and silently placed it on the ground. Not registering yet that this was a bad part of town and that this seemed to be escalating towards a precarious scenario.

"Are you threatening me?" Said the older voice in English, with a thick accent. "Look. You've got the armor piercing rounds for Afanasiy's men. I've got the money. You and your mom can get out of this hellhole and start a new life and live happily ever after, you just gotta' tell me where the ammo is."

"I-I know. But this is above me man. My cousin will kill me if he finds out I took his stash. I don't want-"

"I'll kill you if you don't tell me now. I know you're new to this, but backing out of a deal usually ends very, very messy." Spat the bitter older voice.

I crept closer to the voices, subconsciously screaming at myself to get on my bike and haul ass out of there. As I peeked around the corner a confusing situation unfolded before me. A seemingly middle aged man wearing a police uniform pointed a pistol at a crouching boy, perhaps only slightly older than myself. The boy had dark skin and curly brown hair that fell in wisps over his eyes.

"Please man. I only wanted you to help my mom. Dad's been acting real crazy lately, throwing bottles and yelling and stuff-"

"Damn it." The man seemed to speak to himself. "Hansie will not be happy."

The boy's head snapped back so quickly I almost missed it. He slumped to the ground as my eyes widened and my throat let out a deafening scream. They're had been no loud gunshot, only the sickening sound of the bullet slicing through the air.

The man's eyes lifted and met mine instantly. His were cold and dark I sprang to my feet my backpack falling off my shoulder as I backpedaled slowly at first and the broke into a sprint, abandoning my bike on the curb. Although my intuitive mind told me it would be faster I couldn't seem to bring myself to turn around.

And that's that.