A Dark Angel
~ Prologue ~
Everything in this world has a meaning, a place to belong to, and a life. Life flourishes with love, hurt, and many emotions that our human bodies contain; what every living thing contains. We're expected to act as if everything is okay; that it does not hurt when we fall down. When unfortunately, in fact, it does, but we also learn from our past for our future, so we do not fall down like we did at first. Sometimes life has unexplained events that can't be justified with science or logic. Situations are brought upon us to be challenged; to see if we're capable of making it through to the next trial. That is how the world works, its one-step at a time.
For a land known by few, in a century unheard of by many scholars, there dwelled a kingdom. It was a quiet place, where upper classed men and women resided. Out in the country, but not too far away from the companies they owned and small towns for clothing and food supplies. This is a place where you learn respect, faith, and a good attitude for a better future.
In an area where children are not allowed, there was one special little girl born; Bonnibel Bubblegum, daughter of Candy Inc. founders. The richest family in all of the land that they owned; the most professional, profound people anyone has ever met. They're perfect. Too bad Bonnie wasn't as perfect as they had wanted her to be.
-Seven Years After Her Birth-
"Little Bonnibel." Her private teacher announced with a smile glued onto her old, baggy filled face.
This little seven-year-old girl was so sweet and innocent. Her only flaw was that she was so adventurous with everything, and loved to make new things out of nothing. And someday would get her into big trouble but no one knew it yet.
This little girl smiled, she was missing her two front teeth and one of her bottom teeth. Her cheeks were rosy like a little girl's cheeks should be, but she was rather pale. She had bleached blonde hair; her bangs came to her tiny eyebrows as the rest of her hair braided into two pigtails. Tying them together with bright pink ribbons, they complimented her glimmering blue orbs. She was wearing a pink dress with a purple ribbon at her waist; tying in back; it had puffy sleeves.
She cleared her throat like a proper lady should do, "Excuse me, yes I am present." She stood up and bowed with her hands firming placed on her dress as she curtsied.
"That was excellent Bonnibel." Her teacher clapped. This blonde little girl hated her name; it was so overused and tasteless in the eyes of her. But she must be proud of it, or at least act like it, after all it was the name of her great grandmother.
"Truly wonderful, Bonnibel. You know how to be a lovely young lady, so I guess that is it for the day. Stay here my young child as I go get your parents," She explained with a slight snort in her tone. Not that she was snobby, but most women around these parts are just born with a bit of attitude like that. This little blonde girl still stood up, but with her little hands behind her back. It had been a two hour session on how to din in a fancy manor.
She might be only seven, but she had an IQ of a thirteen year old. Everybody around her treated her as is she was only five and could barely even talk. She only spoke when spoken to, that was the rule. And if that rule was to ever to broken, she'd be punished. It had never happened to little ol'Bonnie, so she had no clue what might happen, and she wasn't about to find out either.
Especially being one of the few children living in such a high dwelling among society, being completely angel-like and profound most of the time was beneficial for her. Keeping on everybody's good side, even the people who hate kids, was always wholesome for her. But she always had to look back and think that maybe doing all that was only really hurting her childhood. But she always shook that thought off from her small mind.
Suddenly, her private teacher, Mother, and Father came walking through the door. She quickly came to her feet, that being in ballet or dance formation. She curtsied and then said, "How do you do Mother and Father?" She came back up with a smile. Both of her parents clapped with such amazement. "Excellent, Bonnibel." Her mother commented. "Yes, indeed." Her father added.
"You know what that means?" Her mother asked, knowing her daughter knew the answer. Bonnie might only be seven and have the brain of someone so much older, but she still loved her little privileges she was given every once and a while. She cleared her throat, "That I may go play outside?" She answered as properly and profoundly as she could muster.
Both of her parents nodded their heads; her face lit up like a Christmas tree at their movements. I can't believe I can go outside? It's been months! Her thoughts were less professional and more kid-like, but she didn't care. But this little blonde headed girl had to wait for her parents command to dismiss her from her position. It was as if they stared intensely at her, awaiting a fatal screw up; but she knew all too well. Her grin was firm and her eye contact never broke free.
Her mother was a tall woman, very thin and had motherly curves. Her hair braided into a bun with brown strains of curly hair falling into her perfect complexion. She wore fake black eyelashes and just about any other eye makeup you could name, but somehow she made it work without looking horrid. Her ballgown fitted her breasts to her waist and flared out with a slight sparkle. High heels hung onto her feet adding 5 inches to her height. Everything about her mother was Queen like.
Her father stood tall with like a building. Her dad never was the emotional type, no not that crying type of emotional; just cold-shouldered to everything, even to his wife. It was 'being a man' in their land. His hair was short and brown, and his face was like stone; tightly on his built frame was a black suit. It was normal attire for rich men to appear this way.
"I will be leaving now, Mr. and Mrs. Bubblegum." Bonnibel's teacher curtsied and her parents nodded, but never averting their attention away from their daughter. Soon enough, her private teacher exited the dining room.
"You may be dismissed Dear Bonnibel." Her parents roared in unison.
"Thank you, Dear Mother and Father." She curtsied before too exiting the room.
~;~
Little Bonnibel was roaming around their garden, jumping and pretending to be an adventurer. She pretended that there was a magnify glass in her tiny hands and that she was in search of injured grass people. Her parents looked off from their balcony, watching her every move, hearing every phrase.
"Dear, shouldn't we be the least bit alarmed at our daughter's behavior?" Father asked while placing his hand over his wife's. Their hands rested on the rim of the balcony.
She was silent for a while until she heavily sighed. "We should be, but at the same time we shouldn't be. She is only seven; let her live a little before she is ten. You know when she turns that age, nothing will be fun and games anymore; it will be all business." The mother stood tall, but she felt grief taking over her body, but it didn't show.
"I suppose you are right, let her be free for what short time she has." He nodded his head, too feeling grief-stricken.
It was as if they forget that their daughter was outside, for they walked back inside without a second glance. Unaware of her parents' eyes, she still skipped around merrily with intense imagination.
In her garden, were roses of all colors, even in the darkest corner, there were black ones. It was for any misfortune that could possibly take place in the near future, or so she was told. There was a stunning fountain in the shape of an angel with large wings. It spit out water from its hand, symbolizing that angels hold the greatest power. Water is essential for life. She never grasped the idea on how someone could take a stone and carve it down into something truly beautiful. Following the angel, there had been an arch and a walkway leading into a grand sitting arrangement.
A stone walkway led below the arch with vines tangling it and leading into a patio with a fountain in the middle. It seemed too perfect. The grass was always short, never growing unkempt, the smaller trees scattered about had their branches always in order. Every bush cut into a square, never different or out of place.
Sometimes, Bonnibel felt out of place, like everything was so perfect and if she were to step out of line that perfectness would shatter. But she never let it show; that she didn't want to belong in a perfect world.
Suddenly, tiny sobs could be heard in hear-shot of her. She stood up from the grass, peering around to try and pinpoint where the cry was coming from. It was rather odd, considering children are not common in these parts, and if they are born, they're sent off to adoption. The little girl heard it again, now knowing where it came from; it was from the forest. But it was fenced though; it was the only obstacle from her home to the outside world.
Bonnibel's curiosity got the better of her. She was very intelligent beyond her years, but sometimes her common sense wasn't all there. She bolted over, intertwining her fingers through the fence with her pale face pressed up against it. The crying intensified and little ol'Bonnie started to grow worried. "Hello? Are you okay?!" She screamed out.
All of the sudden the crying was put at a halt. Leaves started to rustle, then glowing red eyes glared straight at Bonnibel, but she didn't flinch or even move. She repeated her question, but her question went left unanswered once again. The intense eyes kept staring at her, but once again, she wouldn't budge.
"I can help you—" A smile tugged at her lips. "Just show yourself!" But there was just utter silence.
The little seven year old started to climb the fence, but it took so much arm strength it hurt. Her dress even tore a little, but all that mattered was trying to find and help this possible wounded child.
Once over the fence, she searched through the bushes to try and find the kid, but they were gone.
"How dare you trespass?" The voice was dark and deep, but seemed to belong to a girl. The same glaring red eyes stared at her blue orbs, but from a different angle.
"Trespassing? I wanted to help you, I heard you crying..." She had her head cocked up, gazing at the tree. "What's wrong little girl?" Bonnibel was took by surprise when she flew out from the tree and onto the ground.
Finally, she could see her in the light. Her clothes were torn and they were dirty, but it looked fresh, like it had just happened recently. Her face was encased with dirt, and there were tear marks; her bright red eyes were glossy. Her hair was to her shoulders, though it was raven black, you could see the wilderness entered her hair. Sticks and leaves twisted up into her locks, it made Bonnibel frown. She was also bare foot, but they didn't look nearly as bad as the rest of her. One feature that made her fall silent was her black wings glistening in the sunset.
"I'm fine, and I'm not a little girl!" She crossed her arms and hissed at Bonnibel. This girl looked about 10, but perhaps it was the height difference. Bonnie didn't even stand 4"2, but this girl had to be about 4"6 maybe 7.
"What's your name?" The blonde haired girl asked in a daze, discarding her comment.
She raised an eyebrow, but answered, "The names Marceline, but call me Marcy." She smirked.
"Please to meet you, I'm Bonnibel Bubblegum." She curtsied. The girl before her, busted out in laughter.
"It's true; you fancy dudes are so polite!"
Though it was supposed to be an insult, she didn't feel offended. "Yeah—but we have to be…" Bonnibel grimaced while adverting her eyes off to the side.
Marceline felt a little sorry for her; she didn't think a small comment would make her look upset. She quickly smiled and grabbed onto Bonnibel tightly. She took off into the air while having this seven year old in her arms.
"OH MY GOD! PUT ME DOWN! I'M AFRAID OF HEIGHTS! MARCELINE!" She pleaded while screaming on the top of her lungs.
All she did was laugh. They kept getting higher and higher until her fountain seemed like a spec. Bonnibel hung onto this girl for dear life. One of the only things she hated more than trying to be perfect, was heights. It was the worst.
"Getting tight, aren't we? Just relax." Marcy stated calmly while flapping her wings.
"Please take me down Marcy—please?" She gazed at the girl with wings, hoping she could convince her to fly down. Marceline tried to look away from her, but her cute little baby face made her think twice.
"Fine, but only because I think you're adorable." That statement stuck to little Bonnibel. 'Adorable? No one's ever called me that before...'
As they neared down, the blonde headed girl could hear her mom and dad crying out to her. She knew this was bad, but surprisingly she had a nice time with this strange girl, even though it was brief.
"I know what you're thinking, but tell me which window is yours." Marceline spoke quickly, expecting answer just as quick.
"That one!" She pointed, not dare asking questions.
When finally flapping there, she set the seven year old down on her balcony. It was almost dark, so no one could possibly see Marceline.
"Well, see ya princess!" Just as she was about to flutter away, the girl grabbed her hand. "Will we meet again? I never see anyone around my age." Her face was serious. The blonde girl liked the idea of having someone to play with on days she was granted permission.
Marcy turned around; smiling with a small blushing stretching across her face, but it was too dark to see her pink stained cheeks. "Yeah, we'll meet again—someday." She turned around, getting ready to take off. "Promise?" Bonnibel was determined.
"I promise, Bonnibel."
She winced at her name. "Please, call me Bonnie, I hate my real name." For the first time ever, she spoke her mind, something you weren't supposed to do at such a young age.
The black haired girl chuckled, "Okay then, bye Bonnie." With that, their hands broke apart.
"Bye Marcy.." Even if it was only 20 minutes of this little girl's time, it was probably the most excitement she'd ever had. Even if she was taken 100s of feet into the air.
After her presence disappeared into the night, Bonnie yelled down to her parents. "Mother! Father! I am in my room. I was in my royal bathroom!" She called out to them and they immediately shot up, shocked.
"Oh Bonnibel, we were worried sick! We'll be right up!"
It was the first time she had lied to her parents, and it wouldn't be her last white lie either. Bonnie didn't know it yet, but there was a lot more trouble headed her way.
-The Loved And Unloved
