The mother was a follower of the Cult of Satan, being cursed after leaving. The curse was rudimentary in itself, giving out mocking praise to the Christian bible. Her touch was cursed, and anyone who came into contact with her hands was stricken with one of the seven deadly sins, which would torment her and those she afflicted. The curse was put on her and affected her blood heirs. There was no known cure for the curse, as it's said to die only when the life of the bloodline ends.
Wrath is what inevitably did her in, ending her life shortly after giving birth to her children. No one expected a nurse to murder her in her sleep, having accidentally removed the woman's gloves that were kept on 'for religious reasons'. Her husband did his best to care for his children, teaching them early about their affliction. He never really believed his wife up until her death, believing that it was a silly superstition. The nurse was charged with murder, and somewhere along the line, she went mad from her rage and died.
With twins to take care of, to supervise, the father was overwhelmed. He worked from home, as he didn't trust anyone else to come in contact with two cursed toddlers. Who knew what would happen if their gloves were taken off. Simple white gloves, nothing fancy. They learned quickly not to take them off themselves, once they understood the consequences. Bad things happened, or would happen, with their hands bare.
He eventually moved them back to where their mother lived, while between his work he was doing research on the cult she was in. Moving back to the small mountain town was more of a worry than anything, as the stories about this town from his wife sounded completely surreal, as if it was its own dimension where off-the-wall things would happen, and outside the borders, it was seemingly normal. He sometimes wondered if it was some sort of radiation problem, and later concluded that it was everything. The cult was the number one worry on his list, however. He was determined to look for a way to break the curse. For his sake, for his children's sake.
The one thing that bothered him was that he'd inevitably had to let his daughters into that town, in the mere hopes of them having a normal life despite their restrictions. It worked so far in Phoenix, so he hoped it would continue to work here in South Park.
Elizabeth hated the cold. It was supposed to be late summer, but the temperature failed to live up to its usual standards. This was a new state, a new climate, and her one-hundred and five degree weather was now somewhere below forty degrees. Was this really how people lived?
Moving this far away from warmth was quite horrible, especially when you never owned a heavy coat in your life and just now had to make room in your closet for the heaviest of clothing. Wool socks, wool undershirts, a down parka that was thankfully a nice shade of green, and heavy snow boots. This was quite far from the norm of lace and linens and shorts and sandals.
Alice didn't seem to mind at all, but nothing really bothered her as much as it should. She hid away her cares behind a big grin and bright eyes, because life was about living and caring about small things were unnecessary. She went so far as to wait outside the front lawn for her sister, making snowballs with her extra gloved hands (the white ones did shit poor with the cold), waiting for her bispeckled sister to come out so she could ring in the new school year and pummel snow into her face. Her own coat was more of a streamlined blue, not the gross moss green her sister loved.
Elizabeth was prepared for the sudden assault, peeking out of the house bit by bit and ducking back in, just in time to throw the door open and scream, pumping her super soaker at Alice and aiming for her clothes. She'd be damned if she was going to go down without a fight.
Alice screamed when the water hit her. Back in Arizona it would have been more of a fun and playful attack, but here in Colorado this was almost like shooting someone with a taser in the rain. The chill was quick to set and Alice jogged back a distance, her arms dripping wet and starting to freeze. "Fucking Christ, I need to change now!" She shouted.
"That's what you get for planning to attack me!" Elizabeth shouted in return.
"You could have hit me with a harpoon and gutted my left leg and STILL it'd be better than this!" Alice bit back, scowling as she stomped past her sister and back inside.
The sound of a window being shoved open alerted Elizabeth, her brow quirking to the neighbor next door. "Fucking shut up you Goddamn Jews!"
The delightful neighbor boy, Elizabeth thought sarcastically, turning her head slowly in his direction and flipping him off. The water gun was poised at her shoulder, waiting for another target. "This isn't your argument, twat-brain." She replied harshly.
It worked perfectly well, her ruse. The window shut quickly and she could practically feel him lumbering down to the first floor of his house and out the door. He looked quite angry, and it was only going to get better.
"Shut your fucking Jew whore mouth because if you keep tempting me I SWEAR TO GOD, I will put you in-FUCK!"
The water had gotten colder between filling the water gun up and now, and Elizabeth only smiled as she pumped every last drop of it into the dripping wet lardass.
"You failed to see my weapon upon yelling at me, so the blame is all on you." She quipped, waving at him jovially before stepping back into the house. She could hear the screaming curses and the cries for his 'mam' when she shut the door.
Something in her mind told her that the stunt this morning would come back and bite her in the ass, as it was the first day of school and the horrible boy they met during the loosely titled summer was probably in their year.
He was, and Elizabeth cursed inwardly.
The proof of the fact was staring at her in the face with beady eyes and an angry scowl, as she and her sister, now in purple, stepped further into the high school.
Alice wasn't making the situation any better, because she had seen the entire thing happen from their bedroom window.
"Enjoy your outdoor bath, asshole?" She inquired publically, calling all attention upon herself. Everyone seemed to know who she was talking to, because apparently this boy was popular on twitter and seemed to constantly complain about the two new 'Jew Bitches' living next to him.
Eric Cartman wasn't wearing what he usually wore, as his main coat was sopping wet and back at home, instead wearing something that didn't even look appealing, but then he never looked appealing. The thing that stood out with the army green peacoat was the nazi symbol emblazoned on the sleeve.
"That's hideous." Alice surmised, quirking up her lips and not at all offended by the thing. She looked over at Elizabeth, who did her best not to meet eye contact with the irate boy. Everyone was staring.
"The wet cat look suits you." Alice went on, smirking just slightly and realizing that people were listening. "You people should have seen it, my sister, with the look of determination, aimed a water gun at this deplorable, fat fuck, and gave him a wonderful twenty five degree shower."
Elizabeth cringed at Alice's words, shying her eyes away from the encouragement. It seemed like Cartman was seething too much to speak, and knew it wouldn't be long until the little shit exploded into a verbal assault.
They had to deal with this asshole for at least three months.
"I really never thought of attacking him with a water gun." Another piped up, looking vaguely impressed and grinning at the recognizable twins. He nodded quietly after a moment's reflection, his nasally voice seeming to approve. "I wish I was there to see it."
The explosion was halted quickly, deterred by another explosion from another area, "What the FUCK are you wearing!" Asked a tall, pale kid with way too much ginger curls. He looked enraged and offended, and everything in between. "Take that fucking coat off before I punch you in the face." He threatened, getting right up into his face and matching his ire.
"Well, KHAL, I wouldn't have been wearing this if some stupid jew bitch didn't ruin my main coat." He emphasized every word, his attention back on the ginger.
"Guilty." Alice moved to raise Elizabeth's arm, laughing when her sister shoved her away.
"Stop making a scene!" She hissed out, finally realizing that the ginger and his two friends were watching them.
They looked utterly confused, and the sight of it was almost endearing, but too amusing. Alice quirked her brow, stepping forward and bowing mockingly. "Pleasure, gentleman. We're the famous Jew Bitches, allow me to introduce myself and my sister." She made a mocking grandiose gesture, yelping when Elizabeth suddenly grabbed her scarf and tugged her away.
"I said stop making a scene!" The girl hissed out again.
"This is what I fucking put up with!" Cartman shouted out, pointing to the two girls. "See? Don't you see why I fucking hate them? My mom's fucking trying to date their dad and it's driving me fucking insane!"
Two of the friends choked in a snort of amusement, the ginger's cheeks flushed slightly. They looked like they already knew the twins. "Sounds like they're handing you fine." The boy with a blue hat teased.
Alice grinned, enjoying the attention. "Well, it's my fault." She admitted truthfully, "I did aim fireworks at his bedroom window, but only because he insulted dad."
Cartman's eye twitched.
The ginger boy's eyes went wide in shock, remembering clearly the video of the incident that was posted online. He was there to see everything, even if he wasn't in South Park during the summer, he managed to see so much that he started to worry.
He knew Cartman well enough to be worried about the two girls.
The morning's stunt seemed to spring to life a sudden popularity for the twin girls. Elizabeth didn't enjoy it, but Alice seemed to be riding the waves, and her stories about her summer pranks seemed to gain favor with the popular girls. Apparently the entire school hated Cartman, and loved to see someone standing up to him.
Elizabeth didn't really want the attention, cringing as she watched her sister explain away a fabled peace offering that was laced with habanero chili powder. Alice loved to bake.
"Aren't you afraid of him lashing out?" Bebe Stevens asked in a hushed voice between classes. "You're a pretty nice girl, and I'd hate for you to get hurt." She was rightly worried.
Alice didn't seem phased, "I've dealt with bigger bullies, and honestly he's getting it better than them. The cupcakes I made for them had laxatives." She smiled wryly.
Elizabeth paid close attention to another girl's worries, sitting next to Wendy Testaburger the next hour and hearing all about the 'chili incident'. She almost looked horrified, if not a bit skeptical.
The number of students that actually worried for their well being was outnumbered by people laughing at all the stories that collaborated with the tweets, and at lunch, Alice was at the popular girl's table, having heard of the warnings and not really letting it bother her, because in her words, "Life is too short to give a shit."
Elizabeth didn't expect to be cornered by the ginger boy from earlier, his face looking stern and slightly worried.
"Your sister won't listen to me, so I hoped you would." He began. Kyle Broflovski was right to be worried, as Cartman didn't appear at lunch. "While...it's fun, to hear about all of this, picking a prank war with Eric Cartman isn't a sane decision."
Elizabeth put aside her soup, quirking a brow. She seemed to have trouble looking his way, and looked away to pretend he wasn't there. "One person...can't be that awful." She forced herself to talk, and by all intents and purposes she had to pretend that this boy wasn't a boy.
Breathe.
Kyle swallowed, trying to catch her eyes, "Yes, one person can. Trust me on this."
She nodded absentmindedly, trying hard not to break into an old habit. This was a new school, damnit, she didn't want to lash out so soon. "Alice's the one who's been starting everything, though I hold no remorse for someone that eats baked goods without asking where they came from." She said firmly, pausing. "I may have doused him in freezing water, though."
Kyle did his best not to laugh, shaking his head instead. Clearly he didn't see her nerves, or the way she looked everywhere but at him. "Where were you two when I was in grade school?" The comment was out of left field, and Kyle realized what he just said and bit back his own nervousness. Elizabeth didn't seem to realize it, training her eyes on the soup. She was too obsessed with keeping herself calm, because she had the biggest urge to scare him off.
"Making life miserable for someone else." Elizabeth mumbled. "Kyle...is it? Broflovski? You live with one anti semite, and me and my sister have lived with ten. …we learned how to fight back."
Kyle looked thoughtful, "Our one is equal to your ten." He said honestly, "I don't want you to become a victim."
Elizabeth nodded, looking just as thoughtful as she looked over at her sister, joyously laughing and having a good time. She looked uneasy, feeling like something was lurking.