This idea has been wrattling around in my head for a long time; so I hope it's alright!
I do not own the story of the Little Match Girl, or Once Upon a Time.
ANYWAY, on with the story!
Chapter one
The sky was pitch black, as dark storm clouds rolled, slowly and silently, over the little town of Storybrooke. Thunder rolled in the distance, and lighting flashed, teasingly, though not a drop of rain fell. Most of the people of Storeybrooke were at home, preparing for a storm.
Mr. Gold, or Rumpelstiltskin, as he was better known, was possibly the only person in Storybrooke who wasn't at home. He was alone, in his small pawn shop, which was now closed.
The store was lined wall-to-wall with strange trinkets; many of the objects were not what you would find in your average pawn shop. Many had certain magical characteristics, and many, if not all, of which did not, and had never, belonged to him, but that was beside the point.
Mr. Gold was busy shelving yet another strange object, when he heard a strange, high pitched, sing-song voice from somewhere in the shop.
Matches...
"Hello?" He asked, into the empty shop. He shook his head "it must have been the wind."
Matches...please buy my matches...
"Is someone there?" He asked. The door swung open
"Are you Mr. Gold?" Said a feminine voice.
"Yes, but I'm afraid the store is..." he turned and saw a young girl standing near the door. "...Closed."
That, is very odd. He thought to himself. He knew well that most people in Storybrooke told their children to "stay away from Mr. Gold; he's a bad man."
This girl looked to be anywhere between ten and twelve years old. She was short, and skinny with long blonde hair drawn, tightly, into a single braid. She wore a white dress under a brown, tattered shawl, and, most shocking of all, no shoes to speak of.
"It's very late; do your parents know that you're here?" He asked.
"No" said the girl, innocently, as if that meant nothing to her "I don't have any parents."
"An orphan..." he muttered.
"But, that's not the point" she said, brightly. "I'm here to talk to you."
"What is it?" He found this entire conversation to be quite strange.
"I just noticed that it's very dark in here" she said. She pulled a small box out of her pocket "would you like some matches, sir?"
"Well, I'm sorry, but I have no need for matches" said Gold, he soon realized the significance of what she had just said. "What did you say?"
"I said, would you like some matches, sir?" He had seen this girl before. His eyes widened, ever so slightly,
"You're dead" said Gold "I saw you die..." She removed a match from the box and struck it, holding it tauntingly in front of her own face, revealing a long, ugly scar. "What's your definition of dead, Mr. Gold?"
She dropped the match.
The fire did not slowly eat at the wood of the floor, it immediately flared as if the girl had dropped not a match, but a small explosive. Gold watched the fire burn for a second, and looked up at the girl; her face bore a crooked grin. She wiggled her fingers at him "goodbye, Mr. Gold." She turned on her heel, exited the shop, and screamed at the top of her lungs "fire!" She then ran off as quickly as she could, so that no one would see her.
Shouts of "fire!" and "over at the pawn shop!" Echoed through the streets as the entirity of the town gathered around the small shop, waiting and watching. It was at that moment that the heavens opened, and rain began to fall.
Ah! Such a relief to finally put some of this story on the page! I know it's short, but I don't have much time to write today!