A/N: Hi again! Well I'm going to take a shot at chapter 2 of my Folklore Fanfiction. So here I go!
Disclaimer: I DO NOT OWN Folklore... Sadly... If I did, Ellen and Keats would marry each other :DD
Chapter 2: The Birthday Party, Present, and Threat?
She had Keats...
"What? But.. Why? I mean, it's not like... No! He couldn't possibly..." Ellen said, referring to Keats. She was happy, and slightly confused about what was going on. Keats had never really gotten this involved in Ellen's life before.
Keats was seriously trying to think about what he had just done. He just... basically... in a nutshell... asked Ellen on what would be... in a sense... their second date. He didn't even have a present, or anything planned. He just wrote the letter, and placed it at her "door-step." He had to figure out something. And something FAST. It was already around 3 p.m. He was piecing things together well. He had a picnic blanket, a basket, some food, candles, and ... no present.
"Damn! What the hell am I supposed to get her? Something childish, to match her behavior? No. That simply won't do. What is she into? I know she likes to sketch... She had said that she was running out of sketch paper too." He had grabbed 2 of the sketch books that he had brought with him. That still isn't enough... damn. Keats thought to himself. He had to find some other idea for a present for Ellen. Something popped in his head, that he was trying to avoid.
A kiss...?
"No. Not going to happen."
Why not Keats?
"Because. Wait... who am I talking to?"
Yourself. Don't worry, your not going crazy Keats.
"What? Are you my conscience, or something?"
In a sense, yes. Yes I am.
"Ok. Well, a kiss, for a present? Really?"
Why not? You do like her, don't you?
"Well..."
Listen Keats. You can't hide anything from me. I AM you.
Ellen was trying to figure out what to wear. Keats said something warm. She kinda wanted to look.. sexy for Keats. Out of what clothes she had, Ellen had found a red dress. It was a low-cut v-neck. She decided to wear a black fur shall over it. She pulled out some tan pantyhose, and some red heels.
"The perfect outfit! Now... How am I going to do my hair and make-up?" Ellen thought out-loud. She stood in front of a tiny mirror, thinking of many hair styles. Finally, she decided... and she spent a whole 2 hours on planning what to do. It was now 5:30 p.m. She had to meet Keats in 2 hours and half hours. She washed her hair. Then carefully pulling it up into a bun in the center-back of her head. She let a few strands of her blonde hair to fall at her face.
"Perfect! Now make-up." Ellen grabbed what make-up she owned, and dumped it onto her desk. She picked out some red lipstick and some mascara and eyeliner. Carefully she put on the lipstick and mascara. Then she put her eyeliner on subtly. By the time she was done, it was 6:45 p.m.
Keats decided to wear something different tonight. He had gotten a black suit a few years ago. It wasn't to fancy... It was something nice to wear, that's all. He put that on, and then put on a red tie with it. Keats had also gotten some black dress shoes as well, and slipped them on. He wanted to arrive an hour early to set up things and make sure everything was okay. He picked up the basket and headed off to the Cliff of Sidhe.
Ellen was pacing around for the next 30 minutes thinking about tonight and what might happen. She decided to sit. She didn't wear heels often so they began to hurt. After sitting for 10 minutes, she decided to leave, so she would make it there on time.
Keats had everything set up. It was perfect. He lit the last candle and awaited Ellen's arrival. It was getting colder. Winter was approaching. Keats saw something red out of the corner of his eye. He turned to face it. It was Ellen. She was almost at the top of the Cliff. Keats was surprised.
Ellen looks... Beautiful... Keats thought to himself.
Ellen finally arrived at the top of the Cliff. She shyly tucked a piece of lose hair behind her ear.
"Happy Birthday Ellen. You.. look... amazing." Keats said, trying not to blush.
"Uhh.. thanks Keats. You look handsome.." Ellen said, obviously not trying to hide her blush as much as Keats.
Keats placed his hand out in front of him and took a slight bow. Ellen, in shock, grabbed his hand. He lead them over to the picnic blanket. They both sat down. Keats placed the picnic basket in front of them and served Ellen then himself the meal of the night. He couldn't get over the fact of how gorgeous Ellen looked.
"Dinner was great Keats, thanks." Ellen said, noticing he was staring at her.
"Oh! Yes... well, your welcome."
They sat in a moment of silence. Ellen was still obviously blushing. She wanted to tell Keats how she really felt about him. As did he. She decided to admit to Keats, that she liked him.
''Keats..?"
"Yes?"
"I have something that I wish to tell you..."
"Go ahead Ellen."
"I... I.. I like you Keats... a lot." Ellen said looking away from Keats.
"Ellen..."
"I'm sorry.. you have to put up with my random blabbering.. It's ju-"
"Ellen!"
"What?"
"I.. I like you too."
"Uh...really?"
"Yes."
Ellen's face began to turn an even brighter shade of red as Keats grabbed her small hand and held it in his. They sat together in silence staring at each other while holding hands. They slowly leaned closer to each other, without realizing it. Their faces were centimeters apart when, Scarecrow broke the silence.
"Uwee hee.. Ellen and Keats.."
Ellen and Keats separated themselves fast. Looking away from each other too.
"Uwee hee... Ellen.. Did you forget? And what were you two doing?" Scarecrow asked with a wide smile covering his face.
"Forget.. What did I for- Oh! Yeah.. Sorry Scarecrow.. Can it wait a minute?"
"Yes.. I will be at the Henge."
"Okay.. See you in a few."
Ellen turned to face Keats.
"Sorry about that, Keats. I have to go with Scarecrow."
"Go where?"
"The Netherworlds. I had totally forgotten about it when I had gotten your letter."
"Oh... I see." Keats said about to remove his glasses.
Ellen grabbed his hand and brought herself closer to him. Keats cleared his throat softly. Ellen leaned in closer. Her lips met Keats's. Keats returned the kiss after recovering from a bit of shock. It was a short but sweet kiss. Ellen slowly broke away from Keats and opened her eyes. Their hands were still interlocked.
"I'm afraid that I have to end our dinner early. It was great Keats. Thank you." She gave him another quick peck on the cheek and got up.
"Ellen."
"Yes?"
"You are very welcome. I will see you later in the Netherworlds, possibly?"
"Maybe.. Once again, thanks Keats."
Keats nodded and their hands released each other. He watched her walk away. He snapped out of his trance and began to pick up the area where they sat. He could smell her perfume on his clothes, slightly. He sighed. I... we... kissed. Ellen and I kissed. Wow. I've never felt this way about a girl. Hmph. I must be going soft... Keats thought to himself.
Ellen was extremely happy. She stopped by her house quickly to change clothes (not that it mattered) and ran back out to meet Scarecrow at the Henge. She had finally gotten to the Henge to find Scarecrow... dancing. He was acting weird but Ellen didn't think anything of it. So they entered the Netherworld. There was a lost spirit in the Faery Realm who needed her help. Scarecrow said a few words then left Ellen to do her work. She walked for a bit, hoping to find this lost spirit. No luck. Hmm.. I wonder where she is..? Ellen thought.
"Good evening Belgae."
"Good evening Keats. You seem to be in a good mood."
"I am.. thanks. Could I go to the Netherworlds tonight.. possibly?"
"I don't think that would be wise."
"Why not? Ellen went."
"Well- Wait.. Did you say the Ellen went?"
"Yes. What of it?"
"That's even worse."
"What's going on Belgae?"
"We need to go get Ellen and bring her back here as soon as possible."
"Belgae.. Tell me what's happening!"
"She's in danger!"
"What? How?"
"There's no time to explain Keats. You want to save her right? Now let's go!"
"Yes.."
Ellen continued her walking a bit deeper into the Faery Realm. She heard a noise coming from behind. She figured it was a Folk, so she prepared herself for a battle. She turned in every direction possible, and nothing. Nothing was there. She continued to walk on but kept herself on guard. Ellen heard a ruffling noise again behind her. She looked around to find nothing once again. Hmmm.. I'm getting a bit freaked out here... I wonder if Keats will show up tonight? Ellen thought. Ellen once again, continued walking. Suddenly she was tackled to the ground.
"Belgae, how far back in is Ellen?" Keats asked, getting slightly worried.
"I don't know. That's why we have to hurry."
"Right."
Keats was running throughout the Faery Realm, getting more worried by the minute. He stopped to ask a Faery.
"Excuse me? Have you seen a girl? About this tall, blonde hair." Keats asked raising his hand to about Ellen's height.
"Yes."
"Great. Do you mind telling me which way she went?"
"That way." The faery said pointing northwest.
"Thanks." Keats said, while heading off in that direction with Belgae.
Keats was running and thoughts kept running through his head. He wanted those thoughts to go away. They were thoughts of Ellen ending up dead, or seriously maned.
"Ugh!" Keats thought out loud.
"What?" Asked a confused Belgae.
"Nothing. Let's just find Ellen. And soon."
"Whaa? Get off me!" Ellen screamed. It suddenly became dark.
"Uwee hee.."
"Scarecrow? Scarecrow is that you?"
"Uwee hee..."
"Scarecrow, this isn't funny. Please get off me."
...
"Scarecrow, I'm serious!"
...
Scarecrow's face hit a patch of light. He face was plastered with this crazy look of murder. Ellen shrieked in terror.
"Scarecrow! What's wro-" Ellen was cut off.
Scarecrow had brought his hand to Ellen's throat and began to choke her. She struggled to be free of him, but it wasn't working. He had so much more power than her. Ellen's legs kept kicking, kicking Scarecrow, with no affect. He took his free hand and violently punched Ellen twice in the face.
"Scarecrow.. please stop.. please!" Ellen kept attempting to say, tears streaming down her face.
"Uwee hee... no.. " The smile on Scarecrows face grew even wider, showing Ellen, the worst hasn't happened.
"This isn't you Scarecrow. Thi-"
Scarecrow's grip got tighter on Ellen's throat. He picked her up by the throat and threw her against a nearby tree. A loud thud was heard. That was the sound of Ellen hitting the tree. She lay at the bottom, barely breathing and conscience. Scarecrow slowly walked towards Ellen, with what looked like a dagger.
"Scarecrow... please... plea-" Ellen managed to choke out.
He picked up his pace and was almost running at Ellen. She finally managed to scream when Scarecrow was inches away from her throat with the dagger.
"Did you hear that?"
"Hear what Keats?"
"That scream. It was Ellen. Come on!"
Both Belgae and Keats ran off in the direction of the scream. Soon they arrived. They saw Ellen laying by the tree with a major wound to her stomach. Keats ran over.
"Ellen! Ellen! Oh my.. Ellen!" Keats picked up her limp body, while Belgae took care of Scarecrow. He opened a portal to Doolin and allowed Keats to go in first. They had arrived in back in Doolin near Keats's base. He had brought Ellen into his base and cleared his couch. Belgae had Scarecrow knocked-out and contained. Keats had laid Ellen on his couch. He was slightly panicking. She was bleeding bad near her abdomen and Dr. Lester was no longer with us.
"Belgae. What do I do?" Keats asked frantically.
"You need to remove her clothing and bandage the wound."
"But.."
"There's no buts Keats. Do you want to save her or not?" Belgae raised his voice. "She will need new clothing until those are washed."
"Right. Belgae thanks, but I think Ellen would like privacy."
"Of course. I will explain what happened... when Ellen is better. Goodnight Keats, and Ellen."
"Goodnight."
Keats began to slowly remove Ellen's clothing. Her wound was indeed bad. He had finally removed all her clothing except her bra and panties. Keats felt his face blush. He got up and got a shirt and pair of sweatpants that were his along with peroxide to clean her wound. Keats was taught how to sew a wound.
"This will hurt a bit Ellen." Keats said, knowing that Ellen couldn't hear him.
He poured peroxide on her wound and sewed it up. Then put her in his shirt and sweatpants. Keats reached for a blanket on the back of the couch and placed it over Ellen. He then walked over to his typewriter. Feeling comfort from his chair, he soon fell asleep.
Hours passed.. it was now 4 a.m. Keats had awoken to a sound. It was Ellen. She was moving around.. Probably having a nightmare... Keats thought. He walked over and laid a hand on her shoulder. He slowly rubbed his hand up and down her arm, to calm her. Ellen began to calm down a bit. A slight smile began to cross her face. The brightness in her face began to show once again, when Keats was by her side. She moved slightly, causing a bit of pain, making her wince. Keats felt bad for her. The brightness was gone when the pain hit her. Keats frowned. I hope she will be alright. I don't like seeing her in pain. Why the hell would Scarecrow do that? I hope Belgae has a pretty damn good explanation for this. He looked over at Ellen and then sat on the floor. He fell back asleep soon after.
Knock, knock..
Keats awoke to the sound of somebody knocking on his door. It was Suzette. She stood at the door, with a frightened look on her face.
"Hello Suzette." Keats said while cleaning his glasses.
"Hello Keats."
"Do you need something?"
"Actually, I saw you and Ellen last night."
"When?"
"Late last night. You were carrying Ellen. She looked pretty damaged. I came to see if everything was okay."
"Oh, yes..." Keats cleared his throat. "Yes. Ellen's alright."
"What happened?"
"Ellen had gotten into an accident. Not to be rude Suzette, it's no of your concern. Ellen will be alright."
"Okay, I understand. Thank you Keats. Good day." Suzette said making her way back home.
Keats shut the door and glanced over at Ellen. He smirked a bit. She was coming to. Her breathing finally had returned to normal. The brightness had returned again too. Her bright green eyes had opened slowly. She looked around to find out where she was.
"Good morning Ellen." Keats said softly.
"Huh? Oh.. good mor- ahh..." A wave of pain hit Ellen as she tried to sit up.
"Don't move Ellen. You we- Do you remember what happened last night, after our date?"
"After our date... Hmm... Yes.. kinda.."
"What do you remember?"
"I remember.. Scarecrow... on top of me... his face was... it had this..." Ellen began to cry.
"It's okay Ellen. You can cry.." Keats went to her side. She quickly grabbed him by the waist in a big hug. She winced in pain but didn't care. Keats was taken back but, he sat with her, and let her cry. Boy am I really going soft! Keats thought silently.
"Scarerow... Choked me... he threw me against a tree.. then I.. I blacked out..." Ellen managed to say.
"That's what happened before Belgae and I reached you?"
"I- I think so.."
"Alright.. well.. Belgae will stop by later to explain whatever the hell happened last night. For now, just get some rest. Are you hungry? Thirsty?"
"Could I have some water?"
"Of coarse." Keats had walked away to grab some water.
He returned with a glass of water and handed it to Ellen. She smiled slightly and took a subtle sip. The handed it back to Keats. He set it on the table next to his typewriter. Ellen laid back down, as Keats sat in his chair. He wanted to type something.. anything... but he couldn't. So Keats just removed his glasses and sighed loudly. I'm really changing... Ellen.. this 23 year old girl, is changing me.. Wow.. Keats eventually fell asleep.
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Belgae, along with Scarecrow appeared in Keats's base. He looked around to find both Keats and Ellen asleep. Belgae wacked his cane on Keats's desk. Scaring the shit out of him.
"What the he-? Oh, its you Belgae." Keats cleared his throat. "Why did you bring him here?" Keats said pointing to Scarecrow.
"Good evening Keats. Don't worry. Scarecrow is stable now. How is Ellen?"
"She's recovering. She was awake earlier. Her injury is still pretty bad. Ellen can't move without pain."
"I see. Well, if you don't mind waking her, I will begin explanations."
"Yes."
Keats walked over to Ellen and tapped her shoulder lightly. "Ellen, wake up please."
"Huh? Oh..." Ellen slowly awoke.
"Good evening Ellen. How are you feeling?" Belgae asked.
"I'm feeling better, but still in pa- Get him away from me! Right now! Get him out of here!"
Keats went over to Ellen trying to calm her.
"Keats! Get him out of here! Please... I'm scared.. I don't want him near me.." Ellen was gripping Keats's shirt tightly, crying into his chest.
"This is going to be one long night.." Belgae said.
A/N: Hello! Well, what did ya think? And NO, Ellen was NOT raped by Scarecrow. Umm... I know that Keats was really OC in this chapter, but I'm sorry, he's just the most Un-Romantic video game character I've "met." Chapter 3 will be up soon! R&R! No flames please! :D
