Disclaimer: The KHR characters are not mine, only my OCs. Also, "Snow White" is not mine.
This is basically a KHR'd version of Snow White. Hope you like! ^^
Once upon a time, in a land far, far, far away (and I mean like, super-dee-duper far away), there was a hitman. She had always wanted a child, but no matter how hard she and her husband tried, she just couldn't get pregnant.
One day, as she was sharpening her knives while reading the newspaper on the balcony of their four-story house, she accidentally gave herself a paper cut.
"AHH! I'm BLEEDING!" she screamed, holding her finger up in the air. "I'm gonna DIE! And I'm not even FORTY yet! Spare meee!"
Her husband, who had been napping, was suddenly awoken by his wife's shrill screaming.
"Whut's da matter, hun?" he mumbled groggily, rubbing his eyes as he clambered out into the balcony.
"I'M FRIGGIN' BLEEDING!"
"Ahh..." he yawned, and grabbed hold of his wife's hand. He stuck the finger inside his mouth for a minute, then pulled it out a moment later.
"There. All better." Yawning, the man stumbled into the house again and dragged himself back to the couch, where he promptly fell asleep the moment his head hit the leather.
The startled wife inspected her finger. The paper cut had pretty much dried up now, and she sat back down on her chair. She reached down and pushed her machete into a black case, then picked up her newspaper again.
"Oh...how I wish that I could have a child," she sighed, scanning through the Sunday comics. "One with lovely amber eyes and fluffy brown hair..."
"Then do it, with your dying will," someone said behind her. She immediately spun around, moving into a defensive position. She relaxed when she saw that it was just a baby, but she was still alert. This baby had a black fedora with a green lizard perched in its rim, curled sideburns, and he was wearing a black suit.
Do suits even come in that size? The woman thought, looking at his tie sceptically.
"Um, what?"
"I said, do it with your dying will."
"Err...do what?"
"Do it."
"Oh."
There was a moment of silence, then the woman managed to squeak out, "Err, who are you?"
"None of your business." And he shot her with a dying will bullet.
As the woman fell from her chair, she felt regret.
My life is flashing before my eyes...I...I feel regret...that I couldn't...have...a baby...
A few seconds after she fell, her front suddenly split open and a weird, pupil-less version of her in her undergarments jumped out.
"GET MYSELF PREGNANT WITH A DYING WILL!" she shouted, and she sprinted through the balcony door. She bellowed a war cry, then jumped on top of her husband. For the second time today, the poor man was awoken from his slumber.
"What- hey, what are you dooooing?"
Let us draw the curtain here to give these two a bit of privacy.
The couple in this chapter are both OCs. =D
The real story will begin in the next chapter, since I always wanted to write a prologue! (Thumbs up) So, waddaya think? I hope it was okay...Please review! :D