Me, in the world of Fairy Tail. Will there be hell? But of course!
I am not going to lie about myself in any of this, except for the fact that I'm turning my last name into what my middle name is, due to paranoia. Also, I do not have magic and I do not have a five foot tall, talking wolf. Just putting that out there for you to revel in. And also, I was never admitted into a mental asylum. It came veery close, though.
No, Fairy Tail is not mine. If it was, there would be a whole lot more bleeding and eternal agony. Just saying.
EDIT: I realized that this chapter and the second chapter together didn't make much sense, so I edited this one and made it less... haywire.
Oh yeah, this will be in my point of view. Mine. Not yours. Mine.
I walked down the street with Nightmare at my side. Sure, I was attracting a crap load of odd stares, but it wasn't like I cared. That was the good thing about being mentally unstable, you could do what you want and not have a care in the world! At least, that's what Nightmare said. I haven't exactly decided if I can trust that just yet.
Allow me to give you a quick recap. I'm known as Madison Chèrie. French, I know. I'm technically thirteen years old, but I could pass as an eighteen year old. Yeah, I'm tall. I have shoulder length blond hair, a shock of which is dyed electric blue. Took forever to make Nightmare let me do that. And a whole lot of bribing. My eyes are blue, nothing special about that.
My companion at all times, Nightmare, is incredibly fluffy. No, he's not one of those weird hairy guys you find walking around; he's a wolf. That's right, a wolf. Pure black and with the brightest red eyes you will ever see, he's the one that has to make sure I stay in line. You know, no going off at night on my own, for the safety of those around me. A while ago, I gave him a chain necklace with a gleaming red-and-black swirling orb attached to it. It's pretty cool.
Now about my magic. Thanks to my furry friend, I inherited the powers of a wolf. It's a long story, and I don't feel like breaching it, but I'll tell you this: my speed is unmatched by any mortal, my strength can leave a dragon in shock, my senses are unparallelled, not even by Dragon Slayers, and I can shift into a wolf. As a wolf, I'm a creamy white color (that pure white crap is all fake. There's no such thing as a pure white wolf, unless you want to root around in legends. But I can assure you, you will never find a pure-white wolf, unless it's albino, which is very rare) with the same blue eyes. I'm only allowed to shift into my wolf form if a life is endanger. Which I never understood, since, in reality, someone somewhere dies every minute. There are lives in danger every second of the day, but Nightmare says that doesn't count.
I think he's just jealous he wouldn't be the only wolf around if I shifted. Understandable, of course, since he is a rarity. As in, the-last-of-his-species rarity. Every last one of them was hunted down and slaughtered, with the exception of Nightmare himself, since he was a cub at the time. I suppose there are probably some wolf-hybrids out there, but they've probably lost sense of their wolven heritage.
Anywho, when I was five, my parents had me admitted to a mental hospital. It was hell. There were these awful things that they made me go through which left me bloody and trembling. Then came the day Nightmare came and freed me. I suppose he was really just there to cause a ruckus, but I think I grew attached to him and he ended up taking me with him.
It took me while to realize that the fact he could talk wasn't normal among animals. I questioned him about it, and he told me that he had been a top-secret experiment in the same asylum he had freed me from. Funny, irony could be found anywhere. Then there's the fact that irony is hilarious, especially when it effects people other than me. Even more so if it's a person I don't like. Which is pretty much everyone on this planet besides Nightmare. Humans just annoy the crap out of me. Don't know why, don't really care.
Another quick fact about me; I love to read. And draw. And sing. And write. And talk. Sometimes, I could go on for hours without shutting up. And believe me, it takes a lot to shut me up. And I tend to speak my mind then and there, because if I don't, I'll forget what I was going to say and maul my mental health (or what's left of it) trying to remember what exactly I was going to say until something new will pop up and I'll forget what I was going to say until the next day, when that bit of info is pretty much useless. But if I don't want to talk, or there is nothing interesting to talk about, then I won't talk at all. I'll keep to myself, silently amusing myself with whatever I have in my hands at that time. I tend to tinker with things a lot and make odd contraptions that have no use whatsoever.
Well, back to what I was doing. Nightmare and I were currently in a town called Magnolia. I can't say it was very interesting itself, but a sense of excitement permeated the air and made my scalp tingle. We were only here because of that feeling, and I knew Nightmare could feel it too. I could tell by the way he constantly lifted his muzzle to the air and and took in long breaths, scenting the air around him. I followed his lead and the closer we got to the edge of the town, the excitement in the air sent adrenaline pumping through my veins and I soon picked up a faint but familiar scent.
"Smoke," stated Nightmare, his fur ruffling in the light breeze. He was right. The distinct, tangy scent floated through the air in small waves, small enough that a normal human wouldn't pick it up. See, I'm not a normal human. 'Normal' is for sissies like my parents.
"Yeah," I agreed, "Should we go check it out? It should be fun." Besides, the smoke-scent mixed in with the excite-scent and I wanted to know where it came from. I would die if I didn't find out. Okay, maybe not really, but it would be close.
"You're going to go even if I say no, so we might as well," he growled, rolling his eyes. He knew me so well! ... Don't know why I'm proud of that. I grinned, and began to sprint to where the scent came from. I could hear Nightmare's paws thudding along behind me, so I decided to race him. It's funny when he gets mad after I beat him, since wolves are much faster that humans. Thankfully, with my inhuman speed, I was able stay ahead of him, even though I heard his snarl, "Oh no you don't! I'm winning this race, Mad!"
"You wish!" I laughed. It was like we were pups again! Whenever I fooled around with Nightmare, I always gained this euphoric feeling, as if I could just fly away right then and there. It was odd, but fun all the same.
Turns out, he did win the race. Mostly because I ran into a wall. In my defense, the thing popped out of nowhere and I had no time to stop. Nightmare kept running, barking a laugh as he passed me. It took me a minute to regain my sense of balance and by the time I caught up with him, Nightmare was already at our destination.
It looked to be a large, extravagant building with multiple floors and a bell tower. It wasn't a church, I was sure of that, because, who would name a church Fairy Tail? The name sounded familiar, so I raked my brains trying figure out where I heard the name before. Aha! That's it; Fiore's strongest mage guild! I think. I'm horrible with names.
The smell of smoke was unbearable now, so I pinched my nose shut and turned to Nightmare. "Should we go in? ... My voice sounds so weird!" I giggled. I saw Nightmare bring one paw up to slap over his face.
"Just go in," he grumbled. I think he gave up. Oh well! I pulled open one of the doors and hopped inside. If I said I wasn't surprised by what I saw, it would be a big, fat lie. One, there was a huge fight smack dab in the middle of the building, destroying most of the furniture. By the looks of things, these fights weren't uncommon. Two, there was a guy. On fire. With pink hair. That explained the overpowering fire-scent. But seriously, who has pink hair these days?! It's not natural, that's what it is.
True to my nature, I then blurted out, "It stinks in here!" My nose was still closed, so the weird sound of my voice echoed throughout the building (surprisingly) and successfully shut up all the brawlers. I couldn't prevent the laughter that bubbled up as I saw their confused and shocked faces, and I ended up clutching my sides as I struggled to regain my breath. They all looked like idiots!
"... Who're you?" the pink-haired boy asked. I glared at him. I didn't like him. His voice annoyed me. And his hair just wasn't natural!
I puffed myself up indignantly and announced, "I am-"
"-an idiot who doesn't know how to keep her mouth shut," Nightmare interrupted, deciding to come in at exactly that moment.
"Hey!" I shouted, puffing out my cheeks in annoyance. I was prepared to make a brilliant retort until Mister Pinky-fire-scent decided to come in with another brilliant (sense the sarcasm) question.
"Did that furry thing just talk?"
Now he thoroughly annoyed me. Not that it took much to do that, but still. I gave him one of my famous shut-up-before-you-make-me-fuck-your-life-up glares. "Okay, one, he's not 'that furry thing'. His name is Nightmare, and he's a wolf. Got that, Mister Pinky-fire-scent?" I snarled, taking a threatening step forward. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Nightmare shoot me a warning glance but I payed it no heed.
The imbecile that smelled of fire gave me what I could swear was the most idiotic look to ever appear in Earthland. Then he asked, "What's a wolf?"
I gave him a flat look before promptly turning on my heel and walking back to the door I came in through. From there, I repeatedly banged by head against the hard surface. I didn't feel anything (okay, that's a lie. It hurt. I'm not impervious to pain, just very good at hiding it), but I was pretty sure the door was gaining a dent.
"Mad, stop! You're going to hurt the building!" snapped Nightmare from somewhere behind me.
"But Nightmare! His idiocy! It burns!" I wailed, backing away from the door with a frown. I was right about the door having a dent. It was a sizable hole in the shape of my forehead.
"Come. Now." Nightmare's bitter tone scared me. As such, I immediately went to his side. "Sit," he growled, and I obeyed. My eyes were wide and I had a (rather comical, I might add) frown on my face. "Good. Now, back to the introductions." Nightmare turned back to the people who had surrounded us, some of which dressed rather oddly. One red-haired girl was wearing armor, another kid was wearing... nothing... something wrong there... and there was a... cat? Okay, this place is officially nuts. Psycho. Jacked up. Messed up in the head. You get the idea.
"As my companion stated earlier, I am known as Nightmare. She is Madison Chèrie. We scented an overpowering fire-scent and came to investigate, and we found you," Nightmare drilled his eyes into Mister Pinky-fire-scent, "who needs to bathe. Desperately. I'm serious, you stink." I bit my lip and tried not to laugh. I failed. Epically. I rolled around on the floor, kicking my legs into the air and laughing.
Somewhere in our little audience, someone whispered, "Okay, her laughter is even creepier than Bixlow's." I just laughed harder. I had no idea who Bixlow was, but I thought I would get along with them just fine.
I heard Nightmare sigh, "Before we go any farther, I must warn you that she is not technically... sane. As in... she can't be left alone or someone will be fatally damaged."
I straightened up and pouted at him. "Hey! But... that might be why I was put into the spongy room and no one else was..." I mused. Out of the corner of my eyes, I saw the same person that commented on my laughter shudder. I smirked, a truly frightening sight. That's what Nightmare says, anyway.
"Welcome to Fairy Tail, Nightmare and Madison." A short old man had walked up to the front of the group. The way the crowd parted for him suggested he was master of this place. "My name is Makarov, the master of this guild. Do either of you use magic?"
"Well, duh. Nightmare's a talking wolf, for Pete's sake! Well, other than that, his saliva has healing properties. I have no idea how that works. And I have control over shadows!" I chirped, folding my hands over my lap. I smiled and cocked my head slightly, causing my hair to fall over my face.
"So, both of you use magic. How well do you control it?" asked Makarov. This old man smelled like booze. I liked him.
"Pretty well, I suppose. I don't really use my shadows all that often, just if I really need to kick someone's ass. Even then, I prefer to use my hands." I shrugged, closing my eyes slightly.
"You guys might actually—"
I cut off Makarovto say, very loudly and without much etiquette, "Before we go any further, who the hell are you people?" I looked pointedly at the crowd surrounding us. I was still sitting on the ground, so at that point I thought it would be best to stand up, so I did and listed as they introduced themselves.
Mister Pinky-fire-scent's real name was Natsu, the girl wearing armor was Erza, the guy wearing no clothes was Gray, and the cat was Happy (even weirder). I also heard other names like Lucy, Wendy, Charle (who also happened to be a cat), Gajeel, Elfman, Laxus, Mirajane, Levy, Lisanna, and Pantherlily (another cat, seriously?).
"This place seems pretty interesting. Wanna join, Night?" I asked.
Aaaannd it's the end of the first chapter! Tell me what ya think!