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Peace!

Chapter 2

A new morning of a new day, and The Pearsons were sitting at their table in the kitchen having breakfast. They were having eggs benedict with crispy bacon and fresh toast. But mind .. I said the Pearsons, little Mallory was never a Pearson, she is a Black, like her father. Thus she had no place at said table and was most assuredly not eating the same food or to be precise, was not eating at all. She was sitting on the floor beside said table in said kitchen waiting for said family to finish said breakfast to see if there were any leftovers she could eat, if she was very, very lucky. Since the Pearsons, thin and athletic as they looked, didn't like to have food go to waste, and feeding little unimportant, freakish girls was the most hideous form of wasting. Not to mention they both had very large appetites which they made up for with some exercise and lots of surgeries. So yeah, Mallory was the only one not artificially in shape, though not quite willingly, one might argue.

But Alas the peace was short lived. "knock" "knock" said the door, and suddenly the world had to reform itself, Mallory was picked off the floor, placed onto a chair, a plate so fast made itself a temporary home in front of her, and bits and pieces of the parents' meals made their way onto it, not to mention the strip of bacon suddenly lodged between her lips.

Camouflage done.

The stairs were descended and the door was opened.

"Hello, I hope we're not intruding" said the beautiful lady at the door followed by a "YO" from her frizzy haired husband, the man from the previous day, as the door was opened.

Of course that was followed by the overly merry and quite fake -if you were to pay attention- " Oh No, not at all, please do come in" from Mr. Pearson and a slightly more jovial but with a spice of barely concealed irritation " We were almost done with breakfast anyway, just trying to feed the little girl is all, oh by the way would you like me to make you some, i make some mean crispy bacon"

Mr. Lovat, the owner -being the stereotypical male in this particular area- almost said yes, if it weren't for a nice, pointed elbow from his fit wife straight into his gut that efficiently silenced both his stomach and mouth.

" Oh no, no, we just had ours, we were just here to say hi since i never got to meet you yesterday, and i heard you have a little girl so i really wanted to say hi to her, see if she is all comfy, and give her this toy too, to put on one of the shelves in my old room .. she will be staying there, won't she? " gushed Mrs Lovat in both a rush to cover up for her husband, and more importantly, get straight to the point. She was honestly a little bit uncomfortable around the Pearsons now that she had seen them in person, something in her gut just won't let her trust them. Especially with the way Mr. Pearson was looking at her, and the glare of pure ire his wife was giving him. No decent human beings would make such expressions.

Now why don't we take an interlude to know what exactly it was that Mr. Pearson was looking at like a drooling dog.

Mrs. Coraline Lovat, neé Jones, was quite a beautiful, eye fetching, young woman. With the shoulder length dyed blue hair, the sweet, kind brown eyes that somehow were made more beautiful by the peculiar shade of her hair, and the curvy, quite perfectly feminine figure that she took from her mother, not to mention the sweet, partly childish nature ,and adventurous spirit, she made one of the most capturing young woman in her town, not that she actually realised this. One that made many hearts break, and many men groan in disappointment when she married her childhood best friend, the crazy, shortish, frizzy haired mechanical genius, Whyborn Lovat. So of course the empty-head of the Pearson so-called father, couldn't help but float and gawk.

But the reason why we, ourselves, are pausing and gawking too is most assuredly not that. It is actually because this Coraline Lovat, at the tender age of 10, defeated the "Beldam"; who is a spider-like (quite literally) woman that lured kids into her trap of a seemingly perfect world, then convinced them to stay, forever happy with her, only for the meager price of letting her sew buttons into their eyes. Of course, that really wasn't a happy ending. She actually ate up their lives and imprisoned their souls, once they let her sew the buttons. Yet this courageous girl refused to let the Beldam sew the buttons into her eyes, defeated the Beldam in her own game, released the three poor kids' souls that were trapped, rescued her parents whom the Beldam had taken hostage and threw the only key to the little door, situated in the living room, that was the only entrance to the other world, into the deep, old well a little far off the Pink Palace apartments, and ended the reign of terror.

And that in my humble opinion, is a much better reason to stare at the young lady that now thinks that little Mallory should be safe and sound here, but can't help the bothersome feeling of worry that just won't subside.

Not knowing that little Mallory was already trapped in the hands of monsters, and that little Mallory is much more than she, her husband, Mallory's monsters of so called parents, the monster still lurking behind the little door or Mallory herself could ever imagine!

And that exact same unfortunate Mallory was found in the exact same position on the -temporarily her- chair, with the exact same plate in front of her untouched, with the exact same strip of bacon lodged between her lips, in the exact same kitchen where this camouflage was made, once the Pearsons and the Lovats made it there to see her.

AN: Thanks to everyone who gave my story a chance, and I hope you enjoyed the new chapter!