Hello, darlings! So, by popular demand (and threats!) I've been told to start this story for you first. Not only is the popular song, "Your Gonna Go Far, Kid," by The Offspring simply awesome, it also appeared in the Unnatural History episode "Heart of the Warrior."
If you haven't heard it, I recommend you get your butt to YouTube or iTunes and listen to it! It's one of my favorite songs. ^^ So anyway, when I was listening to it one day, this idea popped into my head. Anyway, I'm not sure how long or far it will go, but it's going to be a Henry x Maggie story! Yay! Now enjoy. And just a warning, there is mention of slight violence/physical harm, but it's not anything graphic. I write those topics how I like to read them, there, but subtle. ;) I'm not one for gore and all that.
So please, read and review, my friends! And sorry it's so short, it's only a prologue. ;)
Disclaimer: I do not own Unnatural History, it's characters, or the song this story is based upon. Mkay?
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Click!
The tiny sound was nearly inaudible, it's vibrations lost in the largeness of the home. A door creaked open slowly, gently, the hinges protesting loudly. The darkness surrounding the night left for a silent figure to move swiftly, but with caution, through the hallway of the house. Footsteps erupted from the wooden staircase as it was climbed, the second to last stair creaking under the weight, as it always did. A hand brushed the picture on the wall at the top, running a figure over the smiling face of a black-haired girl. Then, with near shocking movements, the picture was torn from the wall. Thrown down the stairs, where it clattered down every single step, the sounds of shattered glass and splintering wood erupting from the bottom, where everything was suddenly silent once more. The footsteps continued towards their destination, silent, but deadly. Once more, they slowed and then stopped, a polished oak door standing before them. The door was open a crack, and hazel eyes peered into the darkness, where a lone young women slept. Her gentle snores mixed with the sound of rustling as she shifted positions, the sheets nearly falling off of her. This door emitted no noise as it was pressed open.
Hazel eyes stood over the women for a long time. A hand reached out to brush her cheek many times but never truly made contact with her soft skin. At last, with silent but quick movements, a needle pressed into her skin, the clear liquid pushed into her body, where it pulsed farther with each heartbeat. At last, hazel eyes shifted, pulling a small compact knife from a pocket. The silver blade glistened in the moonlight that filtered through the window. Blade met pale skin with skilled movements, each nick placed differently, but with a purpose. The black haired beauty groaned and shifted, but her eyes didn't once flutter. As the job was finished, a handkerchief too, was pulled from the pocket, blood wiped from the blade. And almost as quickly as the task had been done, footsteps filled the room once more. They faded quickly, and the large home was once more left in eerie silence.
"Maggie!" the voice was easily recognizable, having been heard every morning at the same, familiar time on the clock.
The young women, who had been placing books in her locker and replacing some in her bag, glanced up at the blonde haired boy, a half-hearted smile tugging the sides of her mouth. She shut the door to her locker, the slamming noise echoed through the mostly empty hall. Class didn't start for a few minutes still, and the school was deserted. Tucking a strand of hair behind her ear, she glanced up at the approaching figure who had stopped in front of her.
"Maggie- Hey, what's wrong?" Henry asked, head tilted ever so slightly, giving him an even kinder appearance then he already held. Maggie shifted her weight slightly, avoiding his strong gaze.
"N-nothing." she mutters, turning to walk away from him. Big mistake in front of the monkey boy. He grabbed her arm quickly, keeping her grounded to the spot.
"Mags, I know you. You forget I've been around for over a year. I can read you like an open book. And I know that there's something bothering you." he pressed gently, moving so that he stood in front of her once more. "Why are you wearing long sleeves? It's over 90 degrees out today." he question yet again, the concern turned to suspicion in his eyes.
Maggie sighed, the frantic look in her own eyes replaced with fear. She grabbed a hold of Henry's hand and tugged him along the hallway, passing a suspicious looking teacher on the way. When Maggie had taken hold of Henry's hand, she couldn't ignore the warm feeling she felt. Now, she took them along the school, farther down, until they stood before a door. With a forced tug, the metal door opened, creaking on it's hinges as it allowed the two teens entrance. They walked a few feet inside, the dimly lit room emitting strange clanking noises.
Finally, Maggie stopped, looking up at the slightly taller Henry. The heat began to rise in her cheeks as she realized she still had her left hand clasped tightly in his. Pulling it away, the hand now reached for her hair, tugging at it nervously.
"What is it Mags?" Henry urged, brushing a stray strand of hair from her face. He too felt odd butterflies fluttering around in his stomach, his hand still tingling from when Maggie held it.
Maggie turned away from him, still fiddling with her hair. "Okay. . ." she began, her voice croaked, as if she had been crying. Reaching for her sleeve and tugging it up to her elbow. There, clear as day on her wrist, was a series of cuts, burning an angry read, the scabs spelling out a simple word that send shivers down both students spines.
Lies