Right. What am I doing. Good question. So glad you asked. Do you have a good answer I could use? ;)
My fellow SG...eh..fangirls/fanboys/FF writers/FF reviewers/etc... I have started a new multi-chap fanfic! I am going to do my best and try to write this one in a awesomesauce plotty way! (wishmeluckIwillneedit)
I am sorry for any grammar errors in this chap or in future chaps! And many thanks to anniecarter who looked it over for me. :)
This involves mystery, angst, time travel, loops, universes, romance, family, time travel, loops, universes, and did I mention the loops?
This was inspired by an amazing fanfic I read for a anime called; Kuroko no Basuke. The fic is called; 'Inked in Orange' by hokkyokukou. (Go read it is so amazing. :))
*grumbles* I write long ANs sorry.
Enjoy! Please, please review and tell me if this should be continue. ;)
Long strands of gold hairs were scattered on the white pillow, a sleeping figure stirred and swung out a hand, feeling for a phone, tapping the power button.
The bright screen made her wince and blink.
...
April 4th, 2015
7:30am.
...
It was quiet.
To anyone else, that would be a good thing to wake up to a peaceful and calm house. But, to Sabrina Grimm, it was suspicious, highly suspicious. Normally in this house there would be silence, then she would be screaming her head off at Puck for some stupid prank he had unleashed on her.
After checking under her bed, looking in the mirror, checking that she had the proper count of toes and hands, poking at the doorway with a stick, and then peering down the hallway, she was able to conclude that the most shocking theory had come to light.
There were no pranks.
No stink bombs.
No obnoxious monkeys.
Nope. Nada. Nothing.
Sabrina Grimm, for the first time in six years, woke up normally and took a normal shower in the most abnormal house imaginable.
This was freaking her out.
After a fresh hot shower, the young blonde teen hummed while walking down the stairs and strolling into the kitchen.
"Looks like someone is happy this morning." A older motherly figure, wearing a flower hat remarked, smiling at her from her cooking at the stove.
Sabria grinned at her grandmother, "No pranks from Puck yet. So, yes, this is a wonderful morning.
Granny Relda chuckled at her older granddaughter's glee, "He will grow out of the pranks soon. He has to get bored of it sometime. Who knows what can happen in the future, liebling."
"Hah. Pranks are the only things he knows how to do, I doubt he will ever stop." Sabrina tilted her head. "I take that back, he is great at being a idiot."
Granny Relda shook her head, a smile playing on her lips,"Maybe you should be worried that there are no pranks this morning?"
Sabrina glanced at the sleeping Elvis in thought, "Rather not. Too stressful." She sniffed, "What smells like bacon?"
Her grandmother held up the pan that was sizzling with heat,"I thought I would try something different today, I am experimenting with simple food. Eggs and bacon."
Sabrina grinned and crowed joyfully,"Normal food!" She peered over her grandmother's shoulder; sizzling blue eggs and purple bacon. Sabrina's excitement deflated quickly.
"I smell bacon." Daphne remarked, rubbing her eyes, brown hair disheveled and still in her pajamas.
"No food till you have brushed your teeth, Daphne." Her sister admonished.
Daphne didn't even argue, she just stumbled from the room, yawning and mumbling about tasty food.
It was highly likely that she had stayed up all night in excitement. Snow White had invited Daphne over to Charming's mansion to explore the attic, which in Sabrina's book translated to; 'Let us look at dusty princess dresses and smile' or something like that.
Either way, Sabrina had a peaceful day ahead of her, reading, sleeping... ah summer break was a wonderful thing.
"Morning, Brina." Her uncle walked in, dressed in a suit, his hair brushed back. "Puck not up yet? It is strange for him to sleep in with the smell of wonderful food in the air."
"Morning, Uncle Jake." She eyed her uncle's clothes, "Why so dressed up?"
His hand stilled to a halt before continuing to ruffle his niece's hair. "I am going to visit Briar today. It would of been our anniversary today..."
"Oh.." Sabrina fell quiet, not quite sure how to respond. Every week, he went to Briar's grave, every week, without fail.
While Sabrina never did.
Guit twisted inside her for a brief second, till her grandmother's voice broke into her thoughts.
"I saw Puck earlier, he came down to get a letter that was addressed to him. Strange really, he darted upstairs immediately after reading it.
Uncle Jake mused to himself, "Probably a letter from his mother."
Sabrina couldn't help but glance upstairs with a skeptical look.
Huh.
Today was just weird.
Sabrina slumped down on the couch, trying ignore Elvis licking her hands, he was probably begging for treat or sausage.
Uncle Jake had left, Granny Relda went to take a nap, Daphne had left, and Puck had yet to emerge from his bedroom, not even at the calling of breakfast.
Once again, weird.
She was all alone on the couch, except for Elvis. Very bored.
"If you could talk..." She mumbled, petting the shaggy dog, "Ah, I'm talking to a dog.."
Twisting herself into a curled up ball, she closed her eyes. Taking a nap seemed like a good solution for now.
Bang!
Limbs flailing, she fell off of the couch with an undignified yelp at the loud sound of slamming doors and a hurried voice that rang out throughout the house.
"Marshmellow?!"
"Puck! What the heck is your pro-" Her voice trailed off at the disheveled appearance and terrified look Puck had in his dark green eyes that were usually bright with mirth and mischief.
"Oi, stinkfairy, are you-?"
He interrupted her with sharp voice, "Did Marshmellow leave yet?"
Taken aback by his tone and the tense aura that seem to have seeped into the air, she didn't feel like snapping back, "Uh, she left...with Snow White?"
Puck cursed under his breath before unfolding his wings and dashing out of the house with Sabrina yelling at him.
That look in his eyes, that dark confused expression...
She scrambled off the floor, grabbing her jacket to chase after him and demand an explanation.
Puck joked, Puck pranked, Puck was a idiot, but Puck never looked like that unless...
One thought kept surfacing in her mind and it made her more frantic than ever, Was her sister in danger?
She was one step out the door when the house phone started to ring, thus torn between chasing Puck or answering it..
The latter won.
"Hello?"
"Sabrina! I..."
It was Snow White and at that moment, Sabrina felt something creep up her spine, fear and dread.
" Get to the hospital! I...don't...she.."
Scuffles and sobs were heard over the line.
"Daphne's been stabbed!"
The phone dropped from her grasp.
And at that moment, a cycle was started.
Sabrina was running, running and running.
A part of her mind briefly realized that she hadn't informed anyone, Granny Relda was still taking a undisturbed nap, Uncle Jake was still at the cemetery.
She just dropped the phone and ran.
The Scarlet Hand had disbanded a long time ago, they won the war, there was no danger anymore.
Yet, someone very precious was still harmed.
These words were chanted in her head as she turned the corner, the hospital in clear sight.
How long had she been running?
No idea.
A flicker of metal in the corner of her eye, a flash of fabric.
A hoodie...
Sharp pain that grew, her body slowed and a numbness creeping up from her stomach.
A knife..
Red liquid dripped from the wound, the pain was so real.
Sabrina fell onto the hard, concrete sidewalk, twisting her head to catch a glimpse of her assailant.
Her breathing went from softly panting to slower and slower.
A flicker of red, a flicker of metal and then, the sidewalk and hooded figure mophed into darkness.
Sabrina Grimm
Beloved daughter, niece and granddaughter.
Forever loved.
August 12th, 1999
April 4th, 2015
Sabrina Grimm shot up in her bed, panting heavily, her heart was pounding and she glanced at her shaking hands.
Immediately her hands flew to her stomach, touching the unblemished skin.
The memory of the knife in her side, glinting at her, mocking her
A nightmare...nightmare..geez..
Reaching on her dresser, she grabbed her phone, wincing at the bright light and taking a glance at the date and time.
...
April 4th, 2015
7:30 am.
...
And it was then a cycle, a loop was started.
Unknown to the Grimms..
The Scarlet Hand was back.