disclaimer: I don't own any disney characters, just my character!
A/N: I know many people read this before as a self insert story, but I changed it so it's a fan character. After taking a look at this, I saw no real reason for it to be a "she traveled through dimensions and now fangirl meets fav villain! OMG" it just seemed unneeded. I like this more and I hope others do too!
What a terrible time to have smarted off to a thug! I'm gonna get killed from my smartass ways one of these days! The young mouse thought as she ran quickly through the streets of London, out of breath and soaked from the rain.
Kristina never knew when to really keep her mouth shut sometimes. She tended to talk back and downright insult anyone she saw that needed a verbal punishment. She had short dark brown hair dripping with water, light tan color fur matted and drenched, dark brown eyes and glasses while dressed in clothing only boys her age wore.
Jumping up on a pile of crates, she managed to dodge and throw a few items at their faces, giving her enough time to lose them. Kristina continued on just to make sure they wouldn't find her, feeling exhausted and breathless after half an hour of running. She looked around to see if there was any place to hide, shivering from her damp situation and about to catch a cold. The teen looked up and saw a large sign that said "Flaversham's Toys", tilting her head up and praying to God that there was a good Samaritan inside that would help a poor soul.
Taking in a deep breath, she knocked on the door. "Hello? Can someone please let me in?" She said, knocking again.
"Hello?" Hiram asked as he stood at the door. "Who's there?"
"Please Sir, I just got away from some thugs and I need a place to hide!" she said desperately.
Hiram quickly opened the door, rushing Kristina in and locking it. "Are you alright?" he asked, looking her over to check for any injuries.
"Yes Sir, thank you so much." she said, thanking him again as he brought her a towel to help dry her off.
"Who are you?" Olivia said, tilting her head in wonder.
"My name is Kristina." she answered with a light sneeze, going to sit as Hiram went to get her some tea.
"Bless you, and I'm Olivia." the child said, smiling and handing her a tissue. "It's going to be my birthday soon!"
"Really now? How old are you going to be?" Kristina asked, smiling at her as she wiped her nose.
Before Olivia could answer, there was a sudden joggling of the doors handle. Kristina stood up, having a bad feeling.
"Now who could that be?" Hiram said, handing Kristina the cup thenquickly stepping back from the door when the handle joggling got more erratic.
"We have to hide, now." Kristina whispered in a hurry, taking Olivia and hiding her in a bottom cabinet just as Fidget burst through the window, cackling insanely.
A struggle quickly ensued, Hiram fighting off the crippled bat as Kristina grabbed a piece of wood and swung at him, managing to hit only the crippled wing.
"GAH!" Fidget yelled, pushing her harshly as the lights went out.
Olivia tried her best to get out of the cabinet, unable to when a chair slammed to its door, listening in fear as more fighting was heard. She tried again when the sounds stopped, peeking out and looking around in the darkness. "Daddy?" she whispered quietly.
"Nnnngh, O-Olivia?" He answered faintly, blood running down his arm from a small cut.
Olivia scurried to her father and hugged him in relief, quickly looking around. "Where's Kristina?"
"...oh no." Hiram said, face going into horror at the realization that she was gone.
Ugh, my head is pounding. Kristina thought, eyes fluttering open as she felt as if she were being tossed around. She blinked when she realized she was in a bag, hearing Fidget mumble proudly to himself as he took her somewhere.
"Hey Boss! I got the Toymaker!" Fidget chirped as he reached his destination.
"Let's see him, Fidget." Ratigan said with a grin, taking the bag from his henchmen and opening it, blinking at what he saw. "...Fidget." he said through clenched teeth.
"Yeah Boss?" he asked, wondering why Ratigan seemed suddenly miffed.
Ratigan glared at him and pulled Kristina out of the sack by the back scruff of her neck. "Does THIS look like Hiram Flaversham to you?"
Kristina winced and closed her eyes at the sudden exposure to light and Ratigans loud, angry voice, blinking as she looked at him with wide eyes. She'd read many things about him, seen photos, heard the news from others, but she never thought she'd ever come across the actual villain himself. Her body went numb and cold, not knowing what to do.
Ratigan shook her in Fidgets face to emphasize that the bat had obtained the wrong mouse, continuing to berate and humiliate his henchman of the stupidity of his mistake. After a few minutes of ranting, he finally put the girl down and rubbed his temples, growling to himself.
Fidget stared at her, not sure how exactly to explain himself. "I..I swear it was the Toymaker I got! But, but she was in the way when I tried getting him a-" he quickly silenced himself at the swift glare he got from his boss.
Kristina shakily looked back to him, heart skipping a beat as she realized the immense size difference between her small self and his tall form. The criminal finally looked down to her after having a cigarette lit for him and taking a puff.
"So, what am I going to do with you?" he said rather flatly, still miffed at the whole predicament. Ratigan looked her up and down, a brow raised at her attire.
She gulped, scared of what he might do to her. Kristina knew well of his past crimes and the fact that he killed many mice throughout his years.
"Are…are you going to kill me?" she asked quietly with a shaky voice.
"Depends." The rat said with a smirk. "Because of you and your meddling, I now have a problem."
Kristina felt her legs about to give out from under her, but she took a deep breath and stood up straight. She had been near criminals and killers the whole time that she had been in London for schooling. The young mouse knew how to defend herself and with no chance of escape, she had no choice but to stand her ground as best as she could.
"Well Sir, I was only defending myself against him." She said, motioning to Fidget. "I didn't realize I was getting in your way. Had I known, I probably would've stayed far from that shop."
Ratigan continued to keep his gaze upon her, chuckling a bit. "I'm sure anyone would have kept their distance, but you were there and in the way. Now you're here and I've no need for someone like you." He replied, amused as he noticed she was trying to put on a brave face against him.
Kristina took another silent breath in an attempt to calm herself, unsure of what he planned to do with her. Her survival instinct kicked in, and though she felt it was ridiculous, it was her only last ditch effort to live.
"What if I join you?" she asked, hands clenched in anticipation.
Ratigan burst out with a laugh. "Come again?"
"What if I join you?" the teen repeated herself. "I can very well take care of myself, I know how to use some weapons, and I know how to get around London on my own. Let me live and I'll do as you say. Any crime, any depravity, anything."
The criminal laughed more, wiping his eye a bit then looked back to her with a grin. "I have a good deal of henchmen with the same criteria. Only difference is that you're a little girl." He said, his men laughing loudly as well as he puffed some smoke into her face and pinched her cheek.
Kristina grimaced a bit but kept her ground, trying not to cough from the smoke as she swatted his hand away. "I could do anything these men can."
Ratigan grinned. "Oh really? Wearing men's clothing does not make you one." He mocked, tugging her sleeve.
She bit back a growl, fists clenching tighter from his words but not daring to smart off to him. She knew the dangerous consequences and was not willing to test him.
"At least allow me to prove myself by taking on one of your men in a fight. If I lose, then I die, but if I manage to beat whomever you put against me then I get to join you and your group." Kristina said, holding out her hand to shake on the wager.
Ratigan hummed at the thought, taking another puff from his cigarette holder then shaking her hand. "Very well, but if you do manage to win, you will do as I say just like everyone else here. And besides, I need some entertainment after what's happened tonight, this brawl should brighten the mood." He said with a mild sadistic undertone.
Kristina nodded, rolling up her sleeves and holding her fists up like she had done many times before against ruffians. She glared at a rather fat mouse that Ratigan had chosen to take her on. The teen wasn't sure at all whether or not she could take this mouse on, but she was going to fight tooth and nail against him. After all, it was her very life that was on the line.
"Don't think I'll go easy on you, missy." The mouse said with a laugh, smoking a large cigar.
She kept silent, waiting for him to make the first move, her tail swaying a bit. The thug lunged at her, his fat body making him slow compared to her small, agile self. Kristina took full advantage of his weight, slipping away from his arms and putting a foot in front of his, tripping him flat on his face then moving a few feet away. He growled, embarrassed as his fellow men laughed, quickly getting up and swinging a punch at her. The teen ducked then socked him right in the jaw with all of her might, making him stagger back a few steps.
Ratigan watched closely, sipping some champagne as he had another cigarette lit for him. He was both amused and surprised that the young female was still holding her own against one of his men. His finger tapped the glass silently as he smirked, his yellow eyes staring with curiosity.
Another punch was thrown and yet again dodged, Kristina landing a second uppercut to the mouse's jaw. The henchmen laughed and mocked their friend, saying multiple comments of his poor fighting skills against a little girl. He had finally had enough of the fight, grabbing a knife from his pocket and slashing at her.
She yelped, jumping away from him after getting nicked on the stomach, a bit of blood seeping from the mild wound and staining her shirt. "You coward, fight without that knife!"
"Who said this was a fight of fists only? The wager was a fight, never laid out any rules, girly." He said with a wicked grin, jabbing the knife at her.
"Only a scared bastard would fight like that against a girl!" Kristina screeched at him angrily, managing to barely evade the jab.
"Tsk, tsk. Language like that shouldn't come from a girl's mouth." He replied, feeling more confident with the blade in his hand. "Time to teach you some manners."
Kristina growled and jumped back, squeaking as another henchmen stuck his foot out and tripped her flat on her back. She looked up with wide eyes as the mouse closed in on her, swiftly reaching into her pant leg above her shoe and pulling out a small carving knife, swiping it at his hand as he went for a final stab. Blood spilled on her as he pulled back and yelled in pain, holding his deeply gashed wrist and dropping his weapon.
"GYAAAAH! YOU LITTLE BITCH!" He screamed at her, dripping blood all on the floor.
Kristina jumped to her feet, having both blades in her hands and not about to let him gain another chance to attack her. She ran at him and stabbed into his chest, continuing her onslaught as he fell. He was in shock that she had actually stabbed him, whacking her off of him but at too late of a moment. The knives were in and doing their damage to his heart. He pulled them out, trying to stand but gasping and grunting as he began to lose consciousness from blood loss and a punctured organ. All watched him die right there on the floor, Kristina catching her breath from adrenaline having surged through her body from the fight.
Everyone remained silent in shock except for Ratigan whom chuckled and clapped once he was sure his henchmen was deceased.
"Bravo, bravo. I wasn't expecting this to be that much fun to watch, but you certainly surprised me, young lady." He said, smiling as he took another sip of champagne.
Kristina slowly got up, shaking from what she had just done but strangely energized from it. She had just won in a fight to the death, and it felt great. Sure she had fought thugs before, but always managed to run away from the peril or at least knock someone out. There was nowhere to run here and yet she managed to win.
Ratigan patted her head. "I'm a mouse of my word, so I hereby welcome you to my group." He said with a sleek grin. "Now, your name?"
She snapped out of her thoughts and looked to him, standing a bit straighter. "Kristina Estrada, Sir."
"Well Kristina, seems you're in need of a wash." He said with a chuckle, motioning to the blood all over her. Ratigan then looked to his men. "Clean this mess up, I don't want him staining my floor." He ordered, turning and walking with his new recruit down a hallway as they dragged the body out.
The teen nodded and followed him, slightly dazed. "Where are we going now?"
"To your room. I won't be having you staying out there with them, so you'll be living here from now on." Ratigan replied, raising a brow as he saw she was about to protest. "Unless you'd rather stay with the others and the vulgar actions they may act upon you. You ARE the only female here and I can't imagine how large the temptation would be for them to do practically anything to you."
She gulped at the thought. "N-no, I'd rather stay here. Thank you, Professor." She quickly said with a stutter.
"Excellent." The criminal said with a grin, unlocking then opening a door. "I'll have clean clothes brought to you soon, take your time with that bath, now."
Kristina nodded and thanked him again, walking in and blinking as she heard him lock the door behind her. A possible safety precaution, she didn't mind it much as long as it kept everyone else away from her. She walked toward the bathroom but stopped as she got a good look at herself in a mirror.
"My God…." She quietly voiced.
Her hair was scraggly and messed up, some blood beginning to dry and crust in it as well as in her fur. Her clothing wasn't in much better shape either with the tear at her abdomen and the blood ruining it with its staining tendencies. There was even blood on her glasses which she promptly took off and set on the dresser, taking another glance at herself before looking away.
"Well….at least I'm alive." She mumbled, going to the bathroom and starting the water for a nice long bath that she so desperately needed.
TO BE CONTINUED!