There just aren't enough Knightbrace stories in here, or for the other villains for that matter. Everyone always so focused on Father!
By the way, please read my friend Trickquestion's story Toonbound. It features DUH, whom, if you've read my stories, you will like! ;D
Please read and review!
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She looked out through her balcony, enjoying the light breeze that had suddenly came despite the heat of the day...
Kismat smiled as she removed her headwrap, allowing her long black hair to flow freely. The privacy of her small quarters was the only place had to allow the freedom of her hair without some stupid piece of cloth covering it. Her father would be furious if he saw her without her headwrap, maybe even beat her.
As he had done many times.
"Kismat!" Yelled the angry voice she knew for the last twelve years of her life.
The young girl quickly placed back on headwrap, nearly having a piece of her hair fall out of place Finally, she tied had her head completely wrapped and hurriedly turned from her balcony toward the center of her room, just in time as her father stormed through her door.
"Yes, father?" She asked politely, fearfully looking up into his cold, beady eyes.
"You!" He spat. "Join your brothers for dinner at once!" And with that said, he grabbed her arm and jerked her out of her room, dragging her to the dining room where her four brothers were already eating.
Kismat bowed to her father, despite the pain she felt in her arm, then sat down. She watched as her brothers ate like kings.
Her father treated them like kings...while he treated her like garbage.
For twelve years since she had been born had Kismat endured this unfairness. And why?
Because she was a girl.
Though her father was satisfied with four sons that could continue one the generations of more males, he was extremely angered to have a daughter. And he let her know every day of her life how much he wished she was never born.
Kismat was used to his abuse...but she yearned to be loved.
Her brothers were no better. Instead of treating her as their sister, they treat her as their servant, ordering her around. She pretty much did the cleaning around the house while her brothers played and be merry.
Kismat picked at her food. Ironically, though she was Indian, she was getting sick of her cultural food. She wanted what her religion forbid her to eat.
"May we have meat next supper?" She asked innocently.
Her brothers immediately stopped eating, as all eyes turned to her. Suddenly, Kismat regretted her request as her father's eyes bore into her like a knife.
SLAP!
Another bruise to add to the many ones she had endured over the years. Kismat did her best not to cry as she rubbed her aching cheek as she gazed at her fuming father.
"You ungrateful good-for-nothing!" He shouted as he pointed a finger at her. "I give you food! You don't like!"
"I do like the food!" She retorted, her voice feeling heavy with wanting to cry. This was a lie. She hated the food. "But I though maybe we could-"
"Stupid girl..." One of her brothers muttered. "We don't eat meat, remember?"
Kismat felt even more humiliated as she shrank in her seat. "I'm not hungry..." She muttered before she got down from her seat.
"Good!" Her father yelled as she retreated back to her room. "You're too fat anyway!"
More pain...it was far worse than that slap.
Kismat hurried to her room, quietly closing the door behind her. She wished she could just slam it to calm her frustration but she didn't want to infuriate her father even more. She ran to her bed and cried.
It wasn't fair! Why did they treat her like this? Why couldn't they love her?
Her mother died giving birth to her, but even though Kismat never knew her, she could imagine her mother trying to reason with her tyrannic father. Kismat wished she were dead like her mother, then she would be free, and away from her cruel life.
But the worse was yet to come...
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It was Kismat's thirteenth birthday, and the young girl walked through the city square, smiling for the first real time in weeks. This was her birthday present to herself, walking without being ordered around, buying a sweet date or two.
Suddenly, she stopped in her tracks as she spotted a familiar figure in the distance. Her father.
Immediately, the young girl hid behind a wall, not daring to face the wrath of her father for being out in public without his permission. She stood in the shadows as she walked around where hers father stood. But curiosity got the better of her as she became attuned to the conversation her father was having with another man.
"50,000,000 Rupee..." The old man told her father as he folded his arms. "My final deal."
Kismat saw the gleam in her father's eye before he offered his hand to the old man. "Done. You'll have my daughter by the end of the week after her thirteenth birthday."
"Oh, gracious man, I thank you!" The old man told him gratefully. "She is very beautiful. And will make an excellent wife to me."
Kismat nearly stumbled as soon as she heard those words. Wife?
Then she realize something: Her father had sold her to be married.
Kismat, overwhelmed as is, clutched her aching heart, tears running down her cheeks. She didn't stay to hear the rest as she ran off, towards home.
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That night, Kismat paced back an forth in her room, recalling the day's events earlier.
Married...she was being arranged to be married. To an old man! She cringed at the thought that she, barely an adult, was going to be the wife of a man who was old enough to be her grandfather.
"Kismat?" It was rare to hear her father's voice so calm. He entered her room and gazed at her, an excited smile on his face. "You will be be meant for something afterall!" He clasped his hands together. "I've found you a husband! A rich one!"
Kismat just stared at him. "But..." She stopped, afraid of what her words would create.
Her father raised an eyebrow. "But what?" When she said nothing, he grabbed her shoulder and shook her. "Answer me!" Again, the same anger he always had.
Finally, she took a deep breath and spoke. "But I don't even love him..." She said, her voice barely above a whisper. "I don't even know him..."
"Bah!" Her father scoffed angrily before shoving her back. "What does love have to do with money?" He glared down at her. "Your brothers have all married, and look how they have turned out!"
"But...but...!" She stuttered. "I have dreams! Plans for my future!"
Her father just shook his head at him. "Dreams are nothing, Kismat..." He told her coldly. "And your future has already been provided for you..." He jabbed a finger at her. "Remember what your name means..."
Kismat averted her eyes.
"It means 'destiny'," he told her. With that said, he walked out of her room, slamming the door behind him.
Kismat just stood there...her hope shattering to a million pieces.
She ran toward her balcony and cried to the midnight air, wailing and pleading, wishing to be taken away from what lied ahead for her.
She didn't want a life with some wealthy old man. Money meant nothing to her. She dreamed of going to America...to be a dentist, maybe even raise a family with someone she would actually love.
But no...her father took all that away.
"Mama..." She pleaded to the sky, raising a hand up, as if hoping her mother's spirit would come down and take it. "Please, help me..."
Suddenly, up in the blue sky...there appeared a star.
It twinkled, forming the only bit of light in the darkness of everything surrounding Kismat. It differed greatly in the sky, without a care in the world, taking pride in its unique form without any regret. Free...
And suddenly, Kismat realized what she had to do.
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Kismat woke up as soon as she heard the plane's engine die down. She yawned and stretched, as she gazed out her plane window.
She had boarded the next plane for America.
It had not been easy. She stole a great amount of money from father, snuck down from her balcony, and ran down the dangerous streets of her village, until finally, she arrived at the airport and took the cheapest plane heading for the U.S., leaving behind everything. Her home, her family...
But what she really left behind: most of her hair.
Kismat ran a hand down her now shoulder-length hair. Since she was going to go to America, she was going to abandon that stupid headwrap and all the rules saying that a woman was to hide her hair. Before she ran off, she took a kitchen knife...and she cut off some of her hair. Then she left it in front of her father's bedroom, which was more powerful than what words she could give him.
For the first time in a long time, she smiled.
"You have now arrived in Quahog, Rhode Island," the woman on the speaker announced.
Finally, the plane landed, and Kismat took her first step into America.
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The young girl's eyes widened as she gazed about this new place. The buildings, the people, the food...
Her stomach growled. Kismat had not eaten anything since she ran away from home, and her money was very low, not enough to even buy a muffin from a cafe.
Suddenly, something caught her eye. She approached a nearby telephone pole, which had a paper stapled to it. It said 'Maid Needed'.
If Kismat was going to get money to feed herself as well as pursue her dentist dream, then she had to do what she had always done back in India.
Clean.
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"I'm coming!" Mrs. Bonnie Smiles called as she walked across the marble floors of her home toward the door.
Finally she opened it and there stood Kismat, trying to look professional despite holding a raggy sack behind her back.
The woman smiled down at the young girl. "Hello, little girl..." She greeted. "Are you selling cookies?"
"No, ma'am," Kismat shook her head, trying her best at English. "I am here for the job." And she showed her the flyer.
The woman raised an eyebrow. A little girl? Asking for a job?
"How old are?" She asked carefully.
"Thirteen," Kismat responded.
Mrs. Smiles bit her lip. then she opened the door and motioned for Kismat to enter. "Come in, come in. Let's have some tea, shall we?"
Mrs. Smiles and her husband Andy sat at their patio, watching as Kismat ate another cookie. They could tell the young girl was trying to be polite while deep down she was famished and tea just wasn't enough.
"So, sweetie..." Mrs. Smiles began softly. "What is your name?"
Kismat coughed before swallowing. "My name is...my name is Kismat."
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5 years later...
"And this special award goes to our most academic student of James Woods Regional High..." The principal announced proudly. "Who's now graduated top of her class...Destiny Smiles!"
And the audience clapped as Destiny walked up to her principal and shook her hand, flashing a bright smile to the crowd. She spotted her parents in the crowd, her mother creating a waterfall of tears as she and her father clapped.
Five years ago, when Destiny first stepped into America, into their lives, they had immediately loved her as soon as they met her. And Destiny immediately knew she could trust these loving people, and had told them her secrets as well as her arranged marriage. They sympathized her, calling her a very brave girl. A brave, smart, beautiful girl...
And a month after she came to Quahog, they adopted her.
It had been complicated, considering Destiny was still an illegal immigrant, but with a lot of papers signed as well as a lot of money spent, they were finally her parents. They always wanted children, but they were unable to. They loved Destiny with all their hearts, and they encouraged her to follow her dream.
For the last five years since she came here, the now young woman had made a lot of changes for herself, starting with her name. She abandoned 'Kismat', and took in the English term 'Destiny', which she chose on account of Destiny's Child was her favorite group. She converted herself to Christianity; she ate meat now, and a lot of it though it never effected her weight. With that came a change of voice as her Indian accent died down and was replaced with a typical American woman accent. Then she went to school, working her way up to being one of James Woods High's most gifted students.
Now here she was. Graduating. Heading for college and pursuing her dream to become a dentist.
"Hey, what about me?" Destiny turned to see an incredibly obese man with glasses bound up the steps and glare at the principal. "I've been here longer than anybody! Where's my award?"
The principal groaned. "Peter Griffin...why are you still here? You already graduated...again...finally." She muttered under her breath.
"I never got what Indian lady over there got!" He whined, pointing at Destiny's award.
"Peter..." the principal sighed. "You're over-aged and already got just a diploma."
"Oh, just because Smiley's young doesn't mean I can't get what she got?" Peter demanded.
"Someone take this retard away?" The principal shouted.
"Hypocrites!" Peter shouted as two officers dragged him off.
Destiny just shook her head. The wind blew and she smiled as it ran through the locks of her hair.
It was kept short.
"Congrats, honey!" Her mom said before hugging her daughter as soon as the ceremony ended and everyone was leaving.
"Thank you, mom," Destiny, accepting the bouquet of flowers her father handed her.
"I'm so proud of our little girl," Mr. Smiles said as he embraced his adopted daughter. "Just as I'll be proud of her sister or brother."
Destiny gave him a confused look. "Sister or brother?" She repeated. "Dad, what are talking about? I'm an only child. If I was having a sibling than mom would be..." Suddenly, her eyes widened. And she wheeled toward her mother, who placed a hand over her stomach.
"It's finally happening," her mother said tearfully.
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6 years later...
Destiny smiled as she stood onstage with the other students, all dressed in their best evening attire as the audience clapped her them.
"Behold..." The announcer said as she motioned to them. "Our future dentists..."
Destiny, hard as she tried, couldn't stop the tears from falling down her face as she clapped her herself.
She did it. She finally did it. She was now a dentist.
She smiled at the crowd, at three faces in particular. Her mother, her father...
...and her sister, Molly.
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"Get away from me!" Destiny groaned as she walked down the street, holding her purse close to her.
"Oh, come on!" A man with black hair and a red Hawaiian shirt begged as he walked beside her. "I'm horny here! You're a doctor! Your body will cure me!"
"I'm a dentist, moron!" Destiny shouted before she finally came across her neighborhood.
"Dang, for an Indian chick you really got a lot of sass!" The man shouted. But he nearly lost his breath when he came face-to-face with the barrel of a shotgun.
"Get out of my property, Quagmire!" Her father told him angrily. "Get away from my daughter!"
"Damn it!" The man known as Quagmire shouted before he ran off.
"Thanks, dad..." Destiny smiled at him before her father placed his gun away and they both walked through the gate toward their estate.
"That was Glenn, wasn't it?" Mrs. Smiles asked as she turned from the television. He gazed at Destiny. "He snuck a look at your chest again?"
"Nearly touched my butt!" Destiny groaned.
"Mommy! Mommy! Mommy!"
All eyes turned to see Molly, her clothes drenched and her hair messed up. She was crying.
"Oh, my God!" Mrs. Smiles cried before she and her husband rushed to their youngest daughter. "What happened to you?"
"That mean Peter Griffin guy!" Molly sobbed. "While I was selling cookies, he asked for Fudge Chips but I didn't have any! I gave him Coconut Yummers, but then that made him angry...!" She sobbed between breaths. "He took a hose and..." And she immediately started sobbing.
"That overgrown piece of..." Mr. Smiles muttered angrily. "I'm calling the police!"
"Honey, you know that officer Joe person was probably in on it as well..." His wife told him. "He's under the bad influence of that Griffin man!"
"I can't have my daughters being treated like garbage!" Her husband roared. "And living in a place filled with all these...Nazis!"
"What are we going to do then, dad?" Destiny asked as she held her sobbing sister close.
Suddenly, Mr. Smiles had an idea.
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"Don't let him drill my teeth!"
Candy let out an annoyed groan as he shrugged to Dr. Sigmund Teef. The dentist sighed as he tried to calm the screaming boy down.
"It's alright, lad," he assured him. "Mr. Jelly is my assistant, not the maniacal dentist character that always terrorizes you."
"He's going to brush me teeth any second!" The boy wailed.
Sigmund looked to Candy, and gave him a nervous smile.
"I'm out..." Candy said before he made his way out the door.
Finally, after nearly twenty minutes, the boy who had been screaming and crying earlier walked out of the office, smiling. "Bye, Dr. Teef!"
"Goodbye, Lucky!" The dentist said as he waved. "And remember, brush after ever meal." He looked to see his assistant leaning agains the wall, a look of frustration clear across his face.
"I'm always getting this with the kids..." His assistant muttered. "Especially from Kids Next Door operatives..."
"Now, now, Candy..." Sigmund assured him. "It's not like every one of my clients are kids. Remember, adults, too!"
"Yeah, yeah..." The man sighed as he adjusted his glasses before wriggling his mustache.
"Well, your shift's over," Sigmund announced as he checked his watch. "See you tomorrow!" And he gave his assistant a friendly pat on the back.
"Yeah, see you tomorrow..." Candy muttered before he was out the door of the dental building.
Finally, as soon as he was out of that building, Candy jumped high into the air before landing on a nearby roof. Then he pulled over his face a purple mask. Then placed on a special retainer.
"Time to take down bad oral hygiene," he said as he hopped from one roof to the other.
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2 hours later...
"Thank you so much again, Dr. Teef!" Destiny exclaimed as she exited out of the building.
"My pleasure, Ms. Smiles! He called back. "Remember! Monday!"
"I will!" She responded with excitement as she walked down the street, purse hanging from her arm.
Having just moved to Cleveland, Ohio, Destiny gazed about her new surroundings. She was so distracted by all the new sights-
-suddenly, a thief bumped into her, swiping her purse.
"Hey!" Destiny shouted as she fell to the ground. She watched as the thief began to run off.
Until a mysterious figure tackled him to the ground.
Destiny, still on the floor, cringed as she saw the thief's impact against the hard concrete. She never saw her hero's face, his back turned to her. But she noticed he was wearing a blue jumpsuit of some kind with purple gloves and boots. Finally, she watched as the figure picked up her purse from the now unconscious thief and walked over to her. Destiny finally saw his face.
And it held a huge retainer.
"Are you alright?" He asked softly as he knelt before her. "Uh, here's your purse..."
Destiny gratefully took it back. She looked up at the man once more. He was quite an interesting sight to see...he almost reminded her of Spider-Man or even Batman. Though his attire was incredibly surprising, she could see in his eyes that he meant no harm.
"T-thank you..." She managed to say.
The person gave her a smile, which was quite interesting considering he wore a retainer. "Well, uh, take care..." He said as he stood up, not before helping her up. Then he was about to walk away.
"Wait!" Destiny called as she rushed over to him.
"Yes?" The person asked, slightly surprised.
Destiny gave him a gentle smile. She extended her hand to him. "I'm Destiny."
The person looked toward her hand, then at her. Then he smiled again, before taking her hand and shaking it. "I'm Knightbrace."
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If you've watched Operation: TEETH then you know who Dr. Sigmund Teef is.
And yes, I've given Knightbrace the irony of a name known as 'Candy'. Candy Jelly, get it? :D
50,000,000 Rupee is $1,103,265...but we all know Destiny is worth WAY more than that!
By the way, don't think you don't know what show the fat guy as well as the pervert hitting on Destiny came from. ;D