* As usual I do not own Charlie's Angels or the characters except people you haven't seen in the show. This story is for entertainment/enjoyment purposes only.

* The story takes place after my other stories (except the K/K-femslash ones). I do look back a lot, and it's less confusing if you've read past stories ^^

* There's some femslash in this story ^__^

* Thanks to BlueOrbs998 for your thoughts and ideas. You rock! :))

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Once Upon A Time...

Why is a raven like a writing desk?

Prologue.

Catherine Jones sighed as she walked out from her job at the diner, wrapping the trench coat closer around her body to shield herself from the chilly October air. She had worked double shifts and she was fighting to keep her eyes open. She walked over to her car while she searched for her keys in her too big purse, carrying the bag with one hand, the other hand going around in it, finding everything else but the keys. As she got to her old car, the put the purse onto the roof and looked down into the purse. Smiling to herself when she found the bunch of keys, she pulled it up and unlocked the car. She threw the purse onto the passenger seat and sat down in the driver's seat.

She put the keys into the engine and turned them. The engine coughed for a few seconds before it died out. She cussed silently to herself, this was not the first time the car refused to start for her, and she knew she needed a new one. But that kind of money was nothing she would get on her salary as a waitress. She tried once more, but this time the engine didn't even make an attempt to wake to life. Cussing loudly this time, she grabbed the keys and her purse and flung the purse onto her shoulder as she got out of the car. She slammed the door, locked it and headed for the nearest bus stop. It was not the first time she had to take the bus home and she felt like she was getting used to it.

The cold and foggy evening had turned into darkness when the sun set over the city, and she pulled the coat closer around her, covering her chin. It was chilly outside and she just wanted to go home. Walking down the street, her high heels hammering against the asphalt as she walked with quick steps. Very few people were outside at this hour, only some people who were on their way home, some of them seemed to be in a hurry, some of them took their strides with calm pace. Catherine wanted home, and she was one of those people who hurried her legs.

The sound of a loud vehicle came from behind her, and as she turned around she saw the lights of the bus come closer. She cussed to herself again as she grabbed onto her purse harder and began to run down the street to get to the bus stop before the bus did. Finally having some type of good luck, the bus driver saw her running and stopped to wait for her at the station. She thanked the bus driver as she paid for her ticket, before walking back into the bus. There were a few people on the bus, but the bus was nearly empty.

Catherine sunk down into her seat and put her head towards the window. She had a twenty minute ride in front of her, and she searched in her purse for the book she was reading. Pulling it up, she made herself as comfortable as she could before she let herself sink deeper into the world of imagination. She didn't pay attention to the people getting on or off the bus. Neither did anyone else except the driver.

The old man driving was driving his last route before he could go home and rest. He was just as tired as everyone else on the bus, but he kept telling himself that the more he worked, the more money he would get, and the sooner he could retire. He had worked as a bus driver his entire life, and this was everything he knew. And most of the times, he enjoyed it too. But this night he had a bad feeling about it already when he got into the bus several hours ago. He had felt like he should go back home and go to bed, but he couldn't just call in sick like that. People depended on him.

He saw a man standing next to a bus stop and as always he pulled in and opened the door. The minute the man stepped onto the bus, the driver knew something was wrong. His instincts proved to be accurate when the man pulled up a gun and fired. The driver didn't even have time to realize what happened before he slumbered dead into his seat.

Panic broke out on the bus as everyone ran towards the doors. The doors were closed and refused to budge when the few people slammed screamingly against them. The man approached everyone with a calmness that made them all terrified. One after one, he shot all of them, leaving Catherine the only one alive. She pressed herself against the window, frantically slamming towards it as she tried to break it. The cast a glance towards the killer who was slowly approaching her.

Looking up Catherine saw an emergency ax, and she pulled it down and slammed it through the window. The window shattered with a loud crash, and Catherine didn't waste any time as she jumped out of the now open space. Her ankle bent as she landed with her high heels onto the uneven asphalt and she let out a cry in pain as she stumbled to her feet. Pulling her shoes of she began half running, half limping down the street. Looking back, she saw the man slowly jumping out after her, flexible as a cat, and followed her, now hurrying up his steps.

Catherine felt tears streaming down her face as she tried to fool death, but it didn't take long before someone grabbed her hair and knocked her forward. She slammed onto the ground with her hands first, and she felt a heavy weight up on her back. The man had straddled her, sitting down on top of her, forcing her down. She thrashed underneath him, trying everything in her power to get free, but he was taller and bigger than herself. He grabbed her wrists and pulled them back, quickly tying them together with a plastic band. He tossed her over his shoulder and walked away with her. She fought hard against him, but he had her in a tight grip, and there was no way she could break free. He walked over to a car and dropped her down in the trunk of it. She laid still in the small space, wondering where he was taking her and what he was going to do with her. She was crying loudly in the trunk, wondering if there was any way she would survive this. She guessed not. But why had he killed all those people on the bus, but let her live? She had absolutely no idea.

She didn't know for how she was in the trunk, but she guessed about half an hour. The man suddenly pulled the lid open and grabbed her, once again tossing her over his shoulder. He walked into a house with her and got down into the basement, where he dropped her into a bed, next to a beautiful light blue dress and one glass shoe. She stared at them, wondering what was going on in this man's brain.

"Get dressed." The man said with a stern voice, untying her hands before walking out of the room.

Catherine looked around. There were no windows what so ever in the room, just a cold and dark one room place with an open fire that had burned out, and there was nothing left but ashes. The bed was uncomfortable, small and dirty, and the entire room had a dark, cold and unwelcome feeling about it. There was no way to escape, she knew that, and she figured the best was to stay alive was to do as he said. So she changed into the beautiful dress and put on the single glass shoes. She raised an eyebrow in surprise when everything fitted perfectly. How did he know that?

When she was finished she sat on the bed, waiting for further instructions. She looked towards the door when it opened and then screamed in horror at what she saw.

Hundreds and another hundreds of mice and rats were coming in through the open door, and all of them were heading straight towards her. She stood up in the bed, not much balance due to the shoe, but she walked backwards in the bed, until she could feel cold tile towards her back and hands. But there was no escape, the mice and rats began running up on her body, thousands of small tiny feet were all over her in a second, and she screamed as they all began chewing on her like she was their dinner. She flung her arms around, beginning to run around in the room, trying to get the rodents off from her body. They held on tightly to her with their teeth, and she felt how she panicked. She needed to get them off. They were absolutely everywhere.

She fell to her knees as she screamed, the rodents kept chewing on her. They crawled in underneath the dress, they bit her in the back, in the neck, in the hair. They were everywhere. She kept thrashing her arms around, trying to get them out of her face, and she yelped loudly as she put both her hands towards her neck. The rats had taken a chunk off from the sensitive skin underneath her chin, and she had no chance to stop the blood that was pouring out from her jugular.

Everything was over in an instant. The rats and mice kept eating the skin and flesh off from her body even though she stopped struggling.