Okay, this is my first story ever... well on here at least. Uhm, not much to say about this piece really. its a Snow White parody with credit to a few other stories.
giving credit too Pioson Apple by Rockn Robin, i think that's the author...idk i just really like the story and thought it was terribly well wrtiten. also any ellements in thsi story that are similair too that story are also a parrody on that so i am giving credit agin Piosn apple good stuff, very, very well written, i give my feddora hat off to you.
okay death note, agians parody, i took the caracter of Light and of course if you can't tell after reading this i did change him...alot. i dont' own anythign of death note or poison apple.
oh, also disney and the grim brothers, thanks for Snow White. i lover her and i have her poster on my wall, and i also don't own her and agian this snow white is twisted quite a bit so agian parody.
anyway this story title is Snow White, there will be five parts too it each published as seperate storries.
Glass CoffinSeashell to Hold Your VoiceRoseStroke of MidnightOnce Upon a DreamThose are the five parts, if you notice each is froma differtent disney princesses, but my main Character is modled after Snow White so she gets the honor of the title. So if you don't notice this first one is Glass Coffin, sorry Poison Apple i couldn't think of anythign better, but anyway there are chapters in that which are also named.
Well i have nothing to say left so have at it. i will not be putting very many AN on this so don't freak, this is probably the longest one it will have. Oh, and if you find any mistakes please tell me, for a freshman in college i really suck at grammar so a note on what is wrong would be taken as helpful. P.s. please no haters.
Snow White's Sin
6/19/2009 9:57 PM
My slim form trudged up the subway stairs with ease, as I bundled in my long black coat to make my way to the place I'd be spending the rest of the day. My long coal colored hair blew back a bit as the cold air from emerging to the surface hit my face. I shivered my pale complexion and winced my light gray eyes as the air pierced through my coat and gripped me. I tightened my folded arms around my frail frame. I shivered in my long black coat. It was a practical coat very stylish in its own way. The inside had a chic gray silk inlay and two discreet inside pockets on either side. I stopped at my building. That beautiful gray over caste of New York alighted the structure and its windowed face. It was formed of pale lifeless stones, reminding me of the ancient marble sculptures and buildings of Greece, just these were in a very downtown New York flare of style. I sighed before I stepped to the door and opened it the glass surface of it flashing back that bright sudden flicker of the foreboding sun that seemed to never touch down here on ground level. The door reflected the bright absorbing light away from me as I took a step in and let the warm air of the building engulf me. I let my arms down, out of my tight embrace of myself. I looked across the bland front office. A larger built dark skinned women in a bright dress, her frizzy hair in a tight bun on the top of her head and bright red lipstick looked up at me through small spectacles. A second later she spoke in her ever-loud voice.
"Your skinny little butte is late." Marge informed me.
I looked at her, my pale complexion and slim long features locking her in. "Not if you don't tell the boss I'm not."
She sighed before handing me a stack of papers. I smile as I go around the desk to the main computer. It was a touch screen and easy to access.
"Another day, another dollar." Marge reminded me as I walked over. My fingers tapped the screen lightly. I finished clocking in my number before I turned to her.
"I honestly, do not get paid enough to work here." I said.
"You got that right, girl." The older black woman who had worked there as long as anyone could remember said. I never knew what it was about her, if it was her black culture upbringings or just the way she was, but it was always as if she treated you like family. Like she always had this tough love for you that would endure ages. She'd tell you straight up on anything you asked her over and more importantly she told you, you were an idiot when you were one and was acting like one, she always did it with love though.
Where do I work you may ask, a graphic design company. I'm an artist. I just cant' bring myself to starve. So I got a job. It's a crappy job. I work in a low rate logo design company. It's really simple we make logos and they pay us about a dollar a logo. It sucks.
I continued to the stairs where I half jogged up them emerging on the first office floor. I looked around at the other thirty graphic designers in the room. Allot of them staring at their monitors all transfixed by their current project. I sighed yet again this was the last place I really wanted to be, but it was better then at home doing nothing. I walked to my desk. A black chair, a Mac computer, lamp, and a whole lot of paper strewn everywhere. It was a total mess. A chaotic mess that some how in my eyes was organized, a in a weird artsy way that I guess should have scared me, but it didn't. I set the black handbag on my desk and turned just in time to be cornered.
Tom, one word suffices when it comes to him…ewwww. Slicked back poorly dyed black hair and cold lifeless eyes that stare at you in just that creepy way. That was just his appearance the feeling he gave off was almost toxic. It engulfed, and it was like human repellant. Every other human just stayed clear. It was dark and creepy and just made you shrink away from him as if he was a rotting corpse. To sum it all up he just was really, really uncomfortable to be around.
"Mr. Jefferson needs you to run an errand." He said holding out a small piece of paper. I snatched the paper and answered swiftly.
"Will do." I smile a cheesy smile, grabbing my bag, and left. I looked down at the paper as I went.
Tylenol
I smiled as I read it I could get it at any drug store. I strode out the doors and into the cold lonely New York weather. I clasped my long black coat to me as a gust of wind hit me, for March it was absolutely freezing. The streets were crowded as always as I made my way to the corner drug store. I loved New York. Crowded, lonely, town that it was. It was the embodiment of everything I had ever been taught. I have no parents, of course, so I mean by my aunts Lucinda and Jet. I had lived here since I was twelve and old enough to hold a job. My world here fit me just fine. As I walked I admired the beauty of my city. The cold cement under my feet and the tall looming building blocking out the sun casting a grayish blue color over the sprawling city. That way that every New Yorker looked out for number one added its bits to the blue hue. It shouted of a cold lonely existence that was to be mine. It was beautiful and chaotic and completely unpredictable in it's predictability. I stopped at the edge of the street waiting for a taxi to go past until I jogged across. It was a lover, a long lasting lover that I had been around and new so well it never ceased to amaze and surprise me.
As I reached the old broken down convenience store I looked up at the old sign above the door. Al's had always owned this corner. It would be sad the day the old man died, the day this store was forced to sell out to a Walgreen's. Progress at its worst, tearing at the timeless piece of art here on the corner. Tearing through the cool feeling of being in a much more opportune time, a time when there was an American dream. The store was like a tie warp it provided a very brisk fantasy of almost a small town drug store, a small ton where gangs don't' exist, and the stains of a modern new millennia city has never touched. It was that little bit of hope, but more of nostalgia, that was needed here just to remind us of how we should look at eh world and how this city should be, but sadly wasn't.
I pulled the door open the small bell above my head chimed a wonderful sound as I entered. I smiled seeing the old man at the counter. I looked around the small store full of rows of odds and ends. It was particularly small with barely room for the counter for the register, four long rows of merchandise, and the freezers that lined the walls, with drinks. I went past all the first row being full of candy and to the next row. This was where all the medicine. I stopped looking over my choices.
The bell rang distantly. I turned at the soft sound to look at the doors. Two men entered. Both tall close to my age, 19-20, years old maybe. The first strode in with confidence leading the other on. It was a bit hurried like he just wanted to leave, as the other more cautiously entered looking around like he was scared to even be there. The first looked back making sure his companion was following him. He was taller then the other with light brunette hair. Strong features and a broad, but not overly so, build. His companion was well, odd. He had a hunched cautious posture and way of carrying himself that foiled the more confident ones way of being. They were total opposites. The scared looking one opposed to the other, had a lot thicker and wild cold and matte black hair. It hid most of his face from view but it was clear he had dark eyes and very sharp features.
They strode through the first isle and came around to the one I was standing in. I watched them for a second as the light haired found what they were looking for. I turned away blushing. They clearly weren't here for Tylenol.
"Well?" I looked up again at the sound of one of the young men's voice. The brunette was looking at the darker one. He had a strong voice as he addressed him, it was also slightly frustrated. The other looked nervously from him to the condoms in front of him.
The darker opened his mouth then closed it deciding against answering looking back to the shelves.
"Ryuzaki this isn't that hard of a decision." The lighter haired said folding his arms.
"Well…I'm not quite sure what to get." The others voice was—cold, lifeless, emotionless. "Do you know what Mimi would want?" he looked eagerly to his companion.
The other signed and looked frustrated. "Ryuzaki, she is not my girlfriend. I have no idea, what she would want."
I was blushing harder as finally I just decided to grab an extra strength and leave. I nabbed the red box and turned to the exit to the isle on the side closest to the door, just in time to see someone else enter. The small chime of the bell, marking their entrance. The two men had I guess what you would call a swagger. Not gangster glamour just that feel. It was darkening and it detoured me. I looked at them and back over to the two others in the store. The lighter haired one had finally just grabbed a box and was holding it out at the one he called Ryuzaki. Ryuzaki peered at it a second before the lighter haired one shoved it at him as he walked past forcing the darker to take the box. The other two men were coming down the first isle. They were eyeing me extremely. They both had beanies and big gangster-want-to-be looking coats. I sucked in an extra breath and turned around again to follow the other two men to the counter.
The taller light haired one seemed to notice it as he fell in behind his companion and on my side putting himself between the isle opening and me. He watched the other two men as he touched his friend's shoulders and gestured for me to go first. I smiled at him, grateful for his courtesy. In those few seconds his chivalry hit me a bit. This was New York no one was chivalrous. I smile to my self, of course, a knight right here in New York. I didn't think knights wore Etnies and Quick Silver.
"Hello Mr. Green." I said as I set the box on the counter.
He smiled at me. "Hello Joan," he says as he rings up the Tylenol. I always like to look at the old man that owned this drugstore. I had no clue whether his name really was Al, but I never bothered to ask. Since the first time I had opened the door into this store he had been Mr. Green. The old widower that owned the small store. His white hair and gray mustache seemed to frame his smiling face; he was always courteous and always kind. Soft eyes and a soft voice always ready to give a compliment or comfort, even when he didn't know he was doing so. "Is that it for you today?"
I smiled. "At least for this trip it is." I pulled my black handbag onto the counter and opened it rummaging for the money to pay him. As I did so I caught movement in my peripheral vision.
The two men were coming fast up the isle as I handed the old man a ten. He was ringing it up as I turned just in time to see a gun in my face. The other one pointed one at Mr. Green. Of course. It was nothing less than I had expected. I always went with what people made me feel and they didn't make me feel right. They were just a couple of low rate druggies with no money for their next fix.
"Not a word, sweetheart." The one in front of me threatened. I nodded holding my hands up slightly. It was best to cooperate. I wasn't stupid, I'd rather loose my money than loose my life.
The other hoisted a duffle bag on to the counter knocking my bag off to skittering on to the floor. "Open the till and put all the money in it!" he ordered, loudly.
I glanced over at Mr. Green. His jaw set defiantly. Before he said, holding himself tall, in his soft voice with a slight German accent. "No."
"What was that old man?" the assailant said pointing the gun closer to Mr. Green's face.
"No, you want money go get it the same way we all do, working one day at a time." I gulped, looking at the old man.
"Don't be stupid." I whispered, to myself hoping Mr. Green would just give in.
"What was that sweetie!" I was brought back to the man in front of me.
"Sorry." I said and looked down quickly.
"That's right!" he spat at me, and then turned to his partner. "Shoot the old man and let's get the money and go."
"Ross." The other said.
"Keeves just shoot him!"
"I…" the other looked back to Mr. Green still standing defiant. He lowered the gun a bit.
"Shoot him!"
He raised it again looking the old man in the eyes. Then he let his arm down. "I can't man, I just can't."
"Fine," the other spat and pointed the gun and fired. Time stopped as I watched the bullet hit the old man in the chest. Blood sprayed out on impact and the old man was knocked against the opposite counter, before slumping, his lifeless form falling to the ground. I turned back as all hell broke loose. Another shot was fired at me I realized. I let out a gasp as suddenly the light brunette haired boy knocked me to the ground. His face was contorted in pain. My eyes widened as I looked at the mess of blood all over his light blue shirt. He lay on me the shot had hit him in the copse of his shoulder. He took in a shallow breath and I reacted pulling his shirt and hauling both of us across the floor and on the other side of the counter. I looked up and under the counter was a red button. I smashed my thumb against it and an alarm sounded. As it did another shot and several sounds of a fight were heard before another shot. A second later the darker haired friend scrambled around the counter to us.
"Light!" he gasped, seeing his friend leaning against me bleeding. "I'll go get help!" he exclaimed. He didn't move. I waited. He still wasn't moving. He was just starring at the bullet hole in his friend's chest.
I looked at him as he just crouched there in shock. It was as if he was the one that was shot! He was just frozen. "Hey!" I snapped him back to life. His onyx eyes shifted to me. They were pitless dark pools. He had deep fatigued dark circles under those wide black orbs. "Go!" I said.
"Oh, yeah." He said, before scrambling out and I heard the ring of the bell as he skidded out the door. I reached up and pressed the red button again and the loud resounding sound of the alarm stopped. I moved leaning the bleeding boy against the cabinets. He was breathing sharp and very quickly. I looked him over; I was crouched in front of him, and held my hands out not sure of what to do. He looked down at me before giving a breathy laugh.
I looked around before saying anything. I didn't find any of this funny. "What?"
Suddenly he smiled. It was—beautiful. I finally looked at his eyes. They were honey, they were beautiful smooth honey, and his smile was perfect touching them, wrapping them in and blasting beauty out like a laser beam from star wars—laser beam heck this was the death star of absolute god-made beautiful. It was absolutely, wonderful. He gave another short breathy laugh before he answered in a low voice. "You know, I pictured this differently." He stopped taking a deep breath. "I wasn't supposed to get shot while saving you."
I smiled too at that. "Yeah, I guess your plan back fired a bit."
He smiled yet again making my heart rate increase. "Well, at least, I tried."
I smiled too.
Then I heard rustling sounds. I peered out from the counter and sharply turned back.
"What?" the guy asked.
"One of them is still alive." I said.
He furrowed his brow, and before I could stop him, planted his feet, braced his weight on the counter behind him and slid up looking over the top of counter. He came back down after a second giving a groan of pain. I started, my hands flying to do something to try to stop the pain. I hesitated before my hand went to put pressure on the wound. "Nah!" he let out as I did. My hand shot back the same second now red with his blood.
"No," he said looking up at me, "it's okay, it just hurts."
I took in a ragged breath. "I don't—" I shook my head vigorously. "I don't know what to do."
"It's okay." His honey eyes shined as he looked at me. "I'm sure the paramedics will be here soon. Ryuzaki went to get help, remember, someone will be here to help."
"What if you're dead by then!" I exclaim.
He let out a sharp breath before he spoke. "I won't die." As he said it, I looked down at the mess of his shirt. The blood was everywhere. It was starting to form a pool on the floor even.
I shook my head. "We can't wait, I have to try to help you." I said. "There are first aid supplies some where in here; I'm going to go get some." I said and tried turning just as his hand caught my arm.
"No, he's still alive. He possibly still has a gun." He whispered.
"I'll be fine." I said and pulled out of his grasp. I heard a frustrated groan out of him.
I stood slowly. I slowly walked out from behind the counter. The man that had refused to shoot Mr. Green was sprawled across the floor in front of the door. Blood was pooling and rapidly expanding across the floor. He was face down; I looked away quickly.
"Hey!" I jumped as I heard the ruff voice. "Help me!" the man demanded me. He was leaning against a rack holding the side of his abdomen. Blood was laced through his fingers and dripping from his puffed up jacket. His eyes burned at me, infuriated and violent. I quickly looked around for the gun. One of them was still in the hand of the man that was dead, the other opposite of the one that was still alive. I breathed out a sigh of relief.
"Hey!" He spat at me again.
I ignored him walking swiftly over to the gun lying near the first isle. I picked it up, then went, and set it on the counter well out of his reach. I then proceeded to the med's again. I walked along the isle looking for anything that would help.
"I need help!" I heard another growl. I considered yelling at him to shut up. I reminded myself the cops would be here soon….they'd at least shut him up.
I scanned the eye drops, reading glasses, aspirin bottles to finally the first aid stuff. Several small kits were on the top shelf, but I passed them up uninterested in something I had to pry open. With my luck Mr. Bright Eyes would be dead before I got the stupid box open; child proof was stupid. I scanned down a couple of shelves before finding some stuff I could use. I grabbed Goss, tweezers, Goss pads, cleansing alcohol, and a packet of big Band-Aids—for lack of anything better. I peered over the shelf at where the dieing man should have been. He had stopped yelling at me to help him. My eyes widened as I looked at the blood stained spot. A slick trail stretched across stark white floor, it cut through the store, and it led to the bleeding villain nearing the gun in the other mans cold dead hand. I suddenly snapped my head to my guy. He was reaching for the gun on the counter. He had some how gotten up enough to lean against the cash register and was reaching for it.
Bang!
I ducked at the sound of it. And the shot was off anyway, to my right hitting the isle behind me. Several bottles of pills crashed to the floor and small white pills all littered around me.
"I said help me!" the man with the gun yelled. I couldn't see where my guy was or more importantly if he had the gun yet.
Bang!
I jumped back at a closer call this time. I scrambled an isle back and hid as best I could.
"Bitch!" the man screamed. "I said help me!" he screamed again. I looked around I was in the toy isle now. There was a wooden bat a few feet from me.
Bang!
I jumped as the bullet hit one of the glass doors of the freezers all along the walls behind me. The shattering glass from the impact made me jump the most. I looked back to see what little was left of it.
"How am I supposed to help you if you keep shooting at me?" I whispered to myself turning my eyes back to watch in front of me, my heart pounding in my chest.
"Hey!" another angry roar.
"Hey." My head snapped up. This voice was different. It was smooth, smooth like honey. I breathed in relief and scrambled on my hands and knees to the edge of the isle. I looked past to see my guy. He supported himself with the counter his body using the duffle bag as a pillow to hold him up and his outstretched arm, the gun in hand pointing it straight at the attempted thief. I peered more over the edge to see the assailant had his gun still in his hand.
"Put the gun down." Smooth and sweet, he ordered, like a true soldier.
I heard the click as a hammer was pulled back. "You first." the assailant spat out. I looked around. The baseball bats! I crawled over the white floor smearing little bits of my guy's blood on to it. I pulled the wooden bat out of the bucket. I gripped it as best I could, crouched on my feet. I looked through the shelves to see the assailant's gun poised and raised to shoot. I scrambled to the other side of the isle, closest to the doors. I peered over the corner of the shelves. The assailant was right in front of the doors. Leaning on his partner's body and pointing his gun at my guy. I stood fully now. I looked over at my brunette haired guy. He looked so weak leaning limply across the counter, barely holding himself up to hold the gun.
Suddenly my head turned to the doors. The cops were finally here, lights flashing and sirens blaring. The two men before me barely noticed. As the men in uniform ran out of their cars and loudly stomped to the door the villain called out.
"Come in and I shoot him!" the police stopped. "That'll make three dead people then won't it? Oh, and there's a little lady in here too! I'll make sure she dies along with him!" he yelled, but didn't look behind him—didn't look in my direction.
"Now send in a paramedic or I shoot this guy right between the eyes!" he screamed out more demands. I raised the bat as I carefully stepped closer, trying to make no sound as I went.
"That or we could just let him bleed out! That's a chest wound he'll die long before me!" The sound of his voice was really starting to annoy me, I thought as I approached. I raised the bat higher as I took my last step.
"Hey, Jack Ass!" I exclaimed. He looked up just in time for my first blow to hit him square in the face. I felt the contact all the way up my arms to my shoulders jarring me as I felt the wood split and break across his face. Splinters flew as I saw blood soaring through the air, a cascade of crimson red. As the assailants limp body hit the floor in time with the red liquid creating a picture across the floor staining the stark white tile. I didn't think I could hit that hard.
I let the bat go as I realized how hard I had hit, mid-swing. It flew across the room skittering across the floor making a hollow wood sound upon hitting the tile. I watched it roll a bit to lightly tap the edge of the counter. My knees gave out and I crumbled to the ground. I was shaking and shivering as I followed the edge of the counter up and over to two honey-colored eyes. He looked at me as I sat there in the blood and just leaned against the wall. His straight auburn hair seemed to glow as a piece fell across his brow and over his eyes. He just starred through it at me his honey eyes swirling. He was still bleeding profusely and the gun was still in his hand, but he looked so amazing. From disheveled auburn hair to his blood stained white sneakers, he was absolutely amazing. He smiled then, as the police burst in. I smiled back. Then it was a rush of things all happening at once. A paramedic almost out of nowhere it seemed helped me to my feet.
I weakly got up as a latex gloved hand gripped my arm half hauling me up. I looked back to see two paramedics helping my guy. He caught my eye and smiled. I smiled back. We had made it, the two survivors of a robbery gone seriously wrong. But I wasn't scared. I wasn't feeling scared anymore. The paramedic helped me over the two dead men and out the door. From there it was to sit against the bumper of the ambulance as the paramedic started inspecting my condition.
"I'm fine." I said to what I think was a man. I didn't really know since I hadn't really looked at him even once. My eyes were on the door waiting for Mr. Bright Eyes to come strolling through. I half almost expected him to be in perfect health. Strong and confidant just as he had entered the building.
The paramedic stopped. He spoke I think for the first time, but I honestly wasn't sure. I hadn't been listening. "Is he your boyfriend?" It was a man! He had a guy's voice so it had to be a guy. Unless it wasn't and it was just a girl with an extremely deep manly voice…which I doubt.
I looked over. One point for me, it was a guy. "No," I said. "We're not. I just met him today."
I quickly looked back to the door. They were carrying a stretcher out. I rose up straightening my back to see if he was on it. I sighed from relief as I saw it was.
"Yeah you guys defiantly aren't together." The paramedic said, rolling his eyes.
I smiled. "We're not."
"Yet." He pointed out.
Then the stretcher had reached the ambulance. Honey color eyes looked up at me. "Hey," he said sweet and smooth, giving a slight smile. It was incredibly weak.
I smiled. "Hey." Mine sounded a lot more nervous than his did.
"Okay we're going to take you in the ambulance, you need surgery and really fast. And you ma'm are going to go in a dispatch car. You can talk to your boyfriend after we get the lead out of his chest." A blonde woman paramedic directed.
I opened my mouth to contradict her, but I didn't have time as they had him loaded and were piling in themselves. I just stood there another second before latex gloves pulled at me to the dispatch car.