A/n: So I've decided to re-write fairy tale, and here it goes. This chap is the same as the original version, but second chap and on is way different.
Chase Brighton: Grew up in a really bad part of Detroit, Has OCD, lives with an abusive Grandmother, Father is in jail for murdering Wife when Chase was 7. Acts Bad-Ass and Guarded, but a very special person can see he isn't like that. Came to Hollywood Arts because; a, He's a little bit of a rapper, but usually keeps that to himself. b, He's an actor, but doesn't like to talk about, and c, It's supposed to get acting in his mind so he'll go away from his criminal ways. \Warning: Dark/evil themes, rating will probably change from T to M soon.
ENJOY!
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Chase's life was never a fairy tale. He had remembered being 5, sitting in his mother's arms before Daddy came home from work. They were watching his, no, their favorite fairy tale, The Little Mermaid. He would kill someone before he would admit it now. He had been contemplating when he saw the prince find the nude girl on the beach. Would he ever find a girl? Would she be perfect, would her curves fit perfectly into his body, like the character's on the screen did? Would a fairy tale ever come to him? When he looked up at his mother from her lap and asked her this. She only smiled and hugged him lovingly. "If you want a Fairy Tale, Call to it, make it come to you." Chase was satisfied and vowed he would find a Fairy Tale and make her come to him.
That was the last good time Chase could remember. By 7 his mother was Dead, and Father in jail, but he couldn't figure out why she was Dead and His Dad was in Jail. He thought back to some detective movie where a man had not done the crimes, but some Stupid police officer had put him in jail anyway. Maybe a stupid Police Officer had put his Daddy in jail. Yeah, that was it. A Stupid Cop he kept saying to himself for years to come until he believed it. By 8 Chase was picked up from the orphanage by his Grandma, who had a million excuses for being a year late. She seemed nice enough, until she through him in the basement in their Detroit home the moment they got home, with a bed and a mini-fridge with 2 small peanut butter sandwiches and 2 bottles of water to last him every week, every Sunday they were replaced, like he was animal in the zoo, his food and water dishes being replaced routinely. By 9, he had figured out he could open a small window by his bed and climb and crawl out, with some difficulty. This was good, because his Grandmother had forgotten how to feed him. He began to make a routine, go to the Grocery Store and get food. Since he had almost no idea what 'money' was, he just took some and attempted to walk out the door. A clerk spotted him and ran over, smiling sweetly. She gently took the cookies out of his hand and asked, "Where's your mommy sweetheart?" Chase, terrified, runs away. Once a block away, Chase frowned. That lady must be like his Grandmother, she hated him and wanted to lock him away forever! He wanted those cookies and he would have them, Dammit! He started to walk back and a thought truck him; what if he took the cookies and ran away, but someday the lady saw him, recognized him, and locked him away, just like his Grandmother had? He saw something hanging out of a dumpster and took it. A snow hat. To a normal adult, it would have fit over their head perfectly. But to him, it went to his neck, like a mask. He found a pair of scissors on the ground and had an idea! He cut eyeholes, a nose hole, and a mouth hole and slipped it on. Perfect! If she couldn't recognize him if he wore this, right? He ran back to the store with his mask on, entered slowly, nodded 'casually' at the clerk, took some cookies, and ran. The clerk attempted to Chase him, but Chase's smallness made him agile and he shook her off. Cookies, yum. By 10, Chase was a world-class thief, able to pick locks, avoid cameras, and know where to kick people when they cornered him. However, many neighborhood thugs had noticed his routine, caught him, took his goods, and beat him up one day. They left him with so many bruises and cuts, he was forced to crawl home, which was just a mere 7 feet away. By 11, The Thugs (Most of them part of Gangs) beat him up every day. Or, at least, they attempted to. Sometimes Chase was able to outrun them, sometimes h couldn't. By 12, Chase was cutting himself, but only sometimes, only times like when his Grandma told him it wasn't no stupid cop who sent his Dad to jail, his Dad had killed his mom! OR when the Thugs beat him up so bad his arm was broken, and his Grandma refused to bring him to the hospitals. At this age, he noticed something weird about himself. Whenever he scratched his arm, he would feel the impulse to scratch the other. If he didn't, he wouldn't feel right. He would go around and touch walls for no reason. He soon recognized it as normal, and almost forgot about it. Almost. By 13, Chase was allowed to go to school. He hadn't before because he was allowed to go a while without it because of the 'Traumatic Experience' He received when he was a kid. It was a living Hell. He couldn't read for shit, couldn't multiply, so all his grade's where F's. 0's. He was beat up almost as bad as the Thugs on his street beat him up. He eventually stopped caring and ditched almost every day. By 14, he was stealing from people's homes as well. By 15, He was not buff, but strong. When the Thugs on the street surrounded him, he could punch at least one down before they dog piled him and dragged him to a porta-potty and dump his head in it. By 16, however, his life changed. He was sneaking out when;
He crawled out of his Basement cage and hid in a bush and looked around. 'Fuck' He thought. The Thugs were waiting down the street. One noticed a rustle in the bush and pointed, smirking. Before he could run, the men were around him. He whispered, "Come on," barely audible to hear. The biggest one smiled, coming to him. "What was that, Kitty?" Kitty, a stupid nickname they had come up with 2 years ago. Chase tensed up and through a punch. The man fell, but everyone else took out crowbars, bats, hard things, or just fists and surrounded him. Chase braced himself, but the beatings never came. He looked around. The Thugs were running down the street, pulling their sagging pants up to go faster. Chase gasped. A cop car! In Their Neighborhood! Chase considered running, he had run from cops before, but he could tell this one could catch him. The other ones were fat, but this one was tall and muscular. The Officer walked over to Chase and smiled. Chase didn't smile back. "Pull your pants up son," The Man ordered. Chase immediately complied, pulling his sagging pants up. Suddenly, the officer was inches from his face, and he gasped. Chase furrowed his brow, wondering why. Two seconds later, the man said "Get in the Car!"
Turns out a security camera had caught Chase before he had put his mask on. One mistake, and now Chase was in court. He had two choices: Go to Juvey for 25 years for all the crimes he had committed, or be 'refurbished' out of his criminal ways. He went to a therapist and they figured out Chase enjoyed movies a lot. He snuck upstairs and watched as many movies at night as he good. They called an acting tutor, and they also figured out Chase was a good actor. Chase wondered what the fuck this meant for him. Two weeks later, he was packing to go to HollyWood Arts High School, California. His grandma will drive there in there car, while Chase went in his Parole officer's car, which happened to be Officer Smith, the cop who had arrested him in the first place. The Officer was moving out to California to watch Chase for the time being, leaving his family for the 9 months he had to watch Chase. Chase was secretly sorry about this, but he would never admit it. Officer Smith hated Chase, and Chase hated him back. They were both okay with that. Chase saw the small apartment complex that he would be staying in for his high school, his Grandmother's car already there. This was it. His new life. 'Maybe you'll call to your fairy tale here," Chase thought, not really believing it.
A/n: So The Tale Starts! The reason they didn't fly their was because Chase's Grandmother can't afford it. Please R/R!