Hellbreaker, I don't know if there was a Grimm Tale for the little mermaid. I might have to look into making a story like that. I did one for Mermaid Melody and then one for DBZ with Bulma being a hybrid. Forgot the filter. Dang! sammansonrepilica, you must read Brothers Grimm. Awesome fairytales that still have some good endings. Most of the ones that you know still end with happily ever after, but the evil people in the story don't get off with a slap on the wrist. ShadowDragon357, his parents are a little clueless. I walked in on my 50 year old aunt and uncle doing it in the living room when I was like ten. Some people think that they can get away with something just because that person is supposed to be asleep. *Gags* Excuse me I have to go clean my mind of that image again...
"Sam!" he called out only to have the voice from before say what she said every time.
"Do as the story dictates or else." When it ended he found himself sitting on some grass next to a brook, Sam sitting next to him, but she was so young. She looked to be about twelve or so, but how could that be?
"Sam, what is going on?" Sighing Sam told him of what had happened when she had come home and about the little girl that bound them to where they were. "So she is a ghost that has put us in stories that we must follow or be forced to do them until she is satisfied with the result?" The Goth nodded. "Just great."
"Yeah, well think how I feel too," the dark haired girl muttered. "This the fourth one that I think I have been in." She turned to the brook as she thought of what story they could be in now when she could swear she heard someone talking. Danny walked over to the water as he felt a sudden thirst, but before he could take a drink Sam shoved him away, her amethyst eyes wide. "Don't drink!"
"What the fuck Sam!?" She glared at him, her eyes flashing dangerously as she pointed to the brook and Danny waited for an explanation. "What?"
"You can't hear it?" He shook his head. "That brook is saying that those who drink will turn into a tiger. I don't want you to be bewitched." Blushing she quickly added, "You would kill me and then where would we be?" Turning from him she began to walk. "I know that you must be thirsty, but if I know this story and I think I do you don't want to drink the water at any of the brooks." Danny nodded as he followed her. He had to trust that Sam knew what she was talking about.
"So what happens in this story?" Sam looked thoughtful.
"We are a brother and sister who live with a stepmother who is very abusive so we run away only for the brother, you, to drink from the third brook and turn into a Roebuck."
"What is that?"
"A type of buck, deer in other words." The halfa next to her nodded as we passed the second brook, this one murmuring something, but Sam and Danny continued walking. "Anyway basically the sister grows up taking care of her brother until the king finds her one day and marries her. She is killed, well, I could give you a better summary, but it would be better if you read it," Sam said as she cut her story short. "One of their good ones."
"I never actually knew that that was where most of the fairy tales came from." Sam shrugged.
"I am a Goth so you should figure I would read something like that." As they passed the last brook the area around them began to melt and the girl appeared.
"Why do you refuse to do what I want?!" the girl screeched in annoyance, her tiny foot stomping the air in anger. "I should send you to a most gruesome story!" With that they were left alone in a void.
"Is there one like that?" Danny inquired as he sat down, Sam following. She thought about it for a second.
"They are all pretty gruesome, but none that are as gruesome as she is saying. The main characters never die, well, they don't die for long so I can't think of one that she could possibly be talking about unless she plans to do what she did in Red Cap."
"But wasn't that how it was supposed to be?" She shook her head.
"There is only one wolf in that story since it is Little Red Riding Hood and the grandmother wasn't supposed to die. She changed the story, but I have no idea why since she insisted that I follow the guidelines dictated by the story." Just then Sam found herself alone next to a fountain, or rather a well. Sam looked down at her body to find that she was her own age if not a year or so older. She wore a very splendid dress, the colors a deep red with gold laced in it. Not her colors, but better than pink. Realizing that she was holding something she opened her palm to see a gold ball, the sphere glittering in the light. Suddenly she heard a sound which caused her to drop said ball to the ground and before she could grasp for it the ball bounced into the well where it disappeared. Normally Sam would have written it off since she could care less for something that involved wealth, but for some reason she found herself crying for the lost toy.
"What ails thee?" a voice said out of nowhere. She looked toward the voice to find that it came from a white frog in the water, it's bright green eyes familiar. "There is nothing that should make a beauty such as you cry." Sniffling she looked down at him.
"I weep for my golden ball, it has fallen into the deep waters of this well." The frog then proclaimed that he would fetch it, but for a price. "I will give you whatever you wish, dear frog," she said with passion. "If only you would get my ball for me!" Sam felt weird, like she wanted to say something different, but could not say what she had wanted to say. The frog said something, but Sam had failed to pay attention as she said, "No- Yes, I will promise this if you would bring my ball back to me." She felt like for some reason that she was lying to him as the frog disappeared below the water. "D-Danny?" she managed to gasp when he came back. He looked at her and she could see in his eyes that he was confused as well. He gave her back the ball, but when she was given the ball she ran off down the path leaving the white frog there to scream at her to wait for him.
"I must go after her," he said out loud He had to get to her, something was wrong. He could see that she was fighting what she had to say and he felt the same way. He wanted to say something, but instead his body forced him into the water to get the ball instead. Looking after her he began what he figured would be a long trek after her.
