Title: Peek-A-Boo
Summary: "Demoralize the enemy from within by surprise, terror, sabotage, assassination. This is the war of the future." {A Humanized Paw Patrol Fanfic} A story of the Holocaust with the Paw Patrol. Will contain graphic scenes. Viewer Discretion is advised.
Chapter 1: Sehnsucht
Just as the sun began to sink into its grave beneath the earth, casting vibrant colours of orange and yellow and pink, seven young teenagers gathered together around a small field, located just in front of a large house. The field contained a glorious arrangement of daffodils and lilacs, brightening the confined spaces that had bounced off the house. The house in itself, was made with the darkest red that bricks could come in, and was built by those who possessed the royal touch.
The house indeed, was well fit for the royal family, however, those taking refuge within it were not of royal blood. Only a few teenagers and their elder, although not so much older than they, occupied it's living quarters. The elder gathered these teens by his own choice, due to their loyalty and compassion for not only him, but for each other. He cared greatly for each and every one of them, as if they were his own children.
The teens sat in medium-sized, not-so-rounded circle, each sitting relatively close to one another. Each shown with glee, proudly presenting their unique smiles, and sitting in their own way. The two females, the only two out the seven teens, bore the names of Skye and Everest, sat with their legs slightly extended towards the middle of the circle, and had their hands on the tips of their knees. Most of the males sat with their legs crossed; Rubble, Rocky, and Marshall usually sat in this position. The remaining two males, Chase and Zuma, sat with their legs extended all the way in front of them, and kept their hands behind them so that they were able to lean back.
Zuma, who was the tannest of the group, sat in between both Rocky and Rubble, with Marshall on the opposite side of the youngest teen. Chase, the most mature of them all, was sitting between Marshall and Skye, leaving Everest next to Rocky.
After the stars had come out, illuminating the night sky, a small breeze suddenly picked up forcing the tall grasses to sway in a dance of motions that resembled the waves at a beach. Small seeds from dandelions lingered in the air above their heads, spinning and gliding through the night sky like planes. The soft breeze enveloped the teens, causing them to shiver from the cold. They eventually settled in with the temperature.
"It's beautiful out tonight," Skye said in awe,, being the first to speak since the group had arrived at their positions. Her bright pink eyes, a rare sight to behold, danced across the sky and sparkles with the starlight. She was wearing a light pink, floral dress that flowed with the wind.
"You say that evewy night," replied the male with the tanned skin. His amber, almost orangey eyes gazed upon he girl, who only sneered at him.
She turned back to the sky, "Well, tonight looks specifically beautiful."
"I agree," coincided the only other feminine voice. Each of the six pairs of eyes looked towards he pale skinned female, who blushed from the attention. She wore a dress similar to that of Skye's, only hers was a dark blue. Looking away from the six pairs of eyes, her own, icy blue spectacles glanced upwards, "Its true. Night skies look gorgeous compared to the day." Her silvery hair, with some blue highlight, was tied into a bun, with a few strands that flew across her face. She was often times accused of witchery, or witchcraft because those who saw her hair, believed she had been cursed. However, this was far from the truth, as her hair was completely natural. But because of the accusation, she was left with no other choice but to hide away. Her friend help protect he, along with their elder.
"You're right, Everest," Agreed Rocky, smiling. He had also Thebes same problem as the girl, being accused of witchcraft, despite him being male. His hair wasn't an unusually grey and white, and because of this difference, he too, was left to hide, "I enjoy the night better than day."
"That's because you don't come out during the day," Rubble stated, revisiting flares from both Rocky and Everest. Seeing this, he looked down.
"You know perfectly well why we don't go out," attributed the grey haired teen, staring intently at the younger boy.
Everest nodded in agreement, "You may still be fairly young, Rubble, but we've told you the stories hundreds of times. You know perfectly well what they'll do to us if we were to go out during the daylight."
Rubble's lower lip quivered, and his voice shook when he spoke, "I-I know, but I s-stil don't get it."
Seeing this, Everest sighed and stood up, then walked to Rubble's side. Placing a hand on his shoulder, she said, "Rubble, people don't like other people that are different from them. They're afraid of or Rocky and I."
"T-they don't even know us," Rubble whimpered, "They don't know you or Rocky." the young boy quivered, looking from Rocky and back to Everest.
"Well, nonetheless. It's better for them to think we're dead than to know we're alive" Everest stated, "It's the way things are here."
Rubble nodded slightly, "O-okay. B-but, what about Marshall?"
Everyone looked at the boy to reveal that his face also showed surprise. "What about me?" He asked, glancing at the younger boy.
"I mean," Rubble began, staring at Marshall, "Your hair is black and white, and there's no else like that, at least as far as I know of. And your skin, is so pale, like, like a cloud!" He returned his attentions to Everest, who was now kneeling beside him, "Why don't people treat him like they treat you and Rocky?"
Everest opened her mouth to answer, but was interrupted abruptly by Chase, the brown haired teen, "It's because they think he's royalty."
"Well, that, and the fact that he's normally with you when he goes out," Everest declared. "I'm sure you've heard the story of Snow White, Rubble? The one about the beautiful woman with the palest sling and darkest hair. You see Rubble, people believe Marshall is a descendent of Snow White, and that makes him royalty."
"I didn't know that," Rubble said, "Is it true?"
"I'm not sure, why don't you ask him yourself?" Everest replied kindly, smirking.
The boy looked at Marshall, repeating his questions, "Are you really a descendent of Snow White? Because now that I think about it, you do kind of resemble her."
Shaking his head gently, Marshall replied, "No. Snow White is just a fictional character in a fictional story created by the mind of some random author. She doesn't exist."
"Oh," Rubble let out, sounding disappointed. He looked at the ground, watching the grass sway between his legs, "If she isn't real, why do people believe you descended from her?"
"People observe others and come to conclusions about them," Marshall shrugged, "They simply looked at the colour of my skin and thought of Snow White."
"I see," Rubble said, returning his attention back towards the group.
"Uh, anyway," Skye spoke aloud, trying to change the subject, "Let's not talk about that anymore." She gazed at the sky once more and watched the stars sparkling.
Zuma also looked at the sky. He'd been silent through the whole thing, yet he had thoughts running through his mind. He looked down and noticed Rocky's hand beside him. Moving his own, he placed it on top of the grey haired teen, to which it was quickly removed. Rocky turned to stare into ash as amber eyes, and whispered, "We can't show it, Zuma." He shook his head, "Not here, not outside."
The tanned skinned boy frowned slightly, moving his head away. He sighed as he brought his knees up to his chest, and wrapped his arms around them.
Seeing this, Marshall stated, "There's no one out here but us, Rocky, so you don't have to worry so much."
Rocky's emerald green eyes stared daggers into Marshall's dark blue ones, "Yes I do. I really. It's better to be safe than sorry."
"But nobody comes down this way, besides the postman, but that's only in he mornings," Everest chimed in.
"I don't want to take any chances, okay?" The teen concluded, his hands folded in between his legs. Closing his eyes he sighed, "I'm not going to discuss this anymore."
Everest to looked down, and the rest remained silent. It was rare that they saw Rocky getting angry, or even upset. But when he did, they knew not to pester him further.
After a moment of the dreadful silence, Rocky stood up, and not even looking at the others, said, "I'm going inside." He stared down at Zuma, who still had his arms wrapped around his legs, "You coming Zuma?"
The teen was silent for a mere second, "I'll come in a second." Looking up, he replied, "I'll meet you thewe."
Rocky sighed, his expression turning grim. Nodding slowly, he turned and walked back towards the house.
"Why didn't you go with him?" Skye asked.
"It isn't youw concewn," Zuma whispered, his hairs dancing in the wind, "I just need a minute."
The girl shook her head in disbelief, "Time for what? Don't you love him?"
"Whewe did that come that?" Zuma looked up, his eyes staring sternly into Skye's, "I would twade evewything just to see him smile. Of couwse I love him." He shook his head, "My welationship with Wocky doesn't depend on you."
"I-I just want to help," Skye insisted.
"Look, I appweciate youw concewn, but..." Zuma sighed, clearly flustered. He slowly stood up, "I'd bettew go." He turned around and headed in the direction that Rocky had gone, leaving Skye with her mouth gaped.
Chase placed a hand on the girls shoulder, "Don't worry so much, Skye. I'm sure they'll be okay." Skye nodded, leaving Chase to say, "Anyway, I think we all should start heading back inside. It's getting late out."
They all nodded and stood up. Feeling the wind blow in each of their faces for one last moment, letting the refreshing feeling sink it, they walked to the house.
Before I get into anything, let me just say, I've decided to redux this story, or at to rewrite the chapters. This goes for all my other stories as well. Just bare with me.
I'm still dealing with a few issues, however, I can't stay away from writing. I simply need to continue it. And although I'm not updating them further as of yet, I will do that eventually. Keep that in mind :D
The next few chapter of this stories have already been rewritten, but will updated them weekly. That way it'll give me the time I need to finish up the last chapters. Again, bare with me.