Yaaay! I gots reviews! Yes, I'm insane, but don't tell anyone. Thank you Nathalorial and Special Sam for your reviews, and an extra thanks to Special Sam for drawing fan art for me so I can post it on Deviantart. You guys keep me motivated to continue with my first fanfic. If you haven't seen the fanart, then please go check them out. Just type in Charlotte Freakazoid, or something. My DA account name is Darkness13if, just go to my gallery. By the way, I suck at describing clothes, that's why I asked Special Sam to draw them. My crappy descriptions don't do them justice. :( Sorry, Special Sam. Special note to Nathalorial, thank you for naming me as your motivation muse. Thank you, also for putting that easter egg in your latest chapter! *gives big hug*

Disclaimer: I don't own Freakazoid.

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I gazed at myself in the mirror, body tense at seeing the form staring back at me. My fiery orange hair was tied back in a pony tail. The shirt I was wearing had no sleeves and connected up at my neck. It was black with neon green flames near the top and bottom with a pair of skinny jeans to match. I chose a simple pair of black boots with neon green to go with my outfit. Short, black gloves were on my hands.

None of that was what made me tense. It was my skin. My REAL skin, the way I really looked. I could only look at myself in disgust. My skin was paper white and with my face it only got worse. A strange shade of pink surrounded my eyes and my lips were an unnatural magenta.

I hated my skin. I hated it with a passion. It was ugly and strange. It was the skin of a freak, of a monster. But the main reason I hated it so much...

"You're so much like you're father."

...is because mom told me that it's my father's skin.

I hated it, but this way no one could recognize me. Which was good considering what Will and I were going to do.

"Charlotte, are you decent?" my brother called from the other side of the door.

I almost rolled my eyes, "Yes, Will. Come in." He opened the door and walked in.

He was wearing a neon green button up shirt and black trousers. A black waist coat sat on top of the button up shirt. A black top hat with a neon green hatband sat atop his head. He had black gloves on his hands and a black eye mask on his face.

"Are you ready, sister?"

I nodded, grabbing a steel pole that was a little shorter than me and stuck it on my back. "Yeah, let's go."

/"Do you see anything?"/ my brother asked telepathically.

/"No, nothing."/ I replied, hopping onto another building. /"It's pretty quiet. It's kinda surprising."/

/"Yes, it is startlingly quiet. Don't let your guard down, though."/

I sighed, /"I never have."/

The sound of shattering glass drew my attention to the music store across the street. The window was broken, allowing easy access for anyone who wanted to get in.

/"We got a robbery in Billy's Music Store. Do you need directions?"/ I asked him as I hopped down from the building I was perched on.

/"No, I know where that is. I'll be there soon. Be careful."/

/"Always."/ I replied as I approached the shop.

Much to my surprise, the one who broke into the music store was some sort of bull man, who had destroyed the shop in no time flat.

Various CD's were broken into tiny pieces at his feet and several cardboard stand-ups had been shredded beyond recognition. The bull man was now busy taking money from the register.

I purposely stepped on one of the broken CD's, causing it to make a cracking sound. It got his attention, as he had turned from the register to look at me.

"And just who are you s'possed to be?" he asked in a southern accent. By the glare on his face, I'd say that my intrusion was unwelcome.

'Too bad.' I thought, smirking. "At the risk of being cliché, I'm you're worst nightmare." I answered in a mocking tone.

He stepped out from the counter, a taunting smile on his face, "Listen little lady, I don't want to have to hurt you."

I snorted, "I can take care of myself, but thanks anyway. If I were you, I'd worry about myself." I paused and looked at the wreckage around me. "Why did you trash the store if you just wanted the money?"

His face grew angry at the question. "They told me I didn't have what it takes. They said I was horrible."

"Yeah, go on." I urged.

"They wouldn't give me a recording contract!" he shouted, furious.

I was at a loss for words on how stupid I now thought this guy was. "Let me get this straight," I began, sighing, "They wouldn't let you have a recording contract, so you decide to trash a music store. Yup, that'll solve everything! Dumbass."

He snorted in rage, "You don't know what it's like to not be recognized, all the while they're putting up fliers for people to see today's young'ans with no talent!" He then pointed to a crimson flier on the wall, "People like that!"

I glanced at the flier and instantly became pissed off. The flier was an advertisement from the Crimson Moon Cafe for people to come see me.

'No more miss nice Charlotte!'

"Listen, I don't really give a damn what your sob story is. I'm dragging your bovine ass down to the police station, whether you like it or not!" I declared, losing my patience.

He only laughed at me, "Can ya really handle that yourself, little lady?"

It was my turn to laugh, 'Poor moron has no idea what he's getting into.' "Bring it on, you cry baby!"

Apparently I struck a nerve because he became angry again. He charged at me, horns ready to destroy anything in their path. I widened my stance and planted my feet to the ground, ready for the beast-man's attack. Right before he hit me, I stopped him by grabbing his horns. I was pushed back a bit, but managed to stop his advance. I smirked smugly at the look of shock on his face. Using my monstrous strength I tossed the bull-man, by the horns, into a wall.

He began to get up, legs wobbly, looking dazed. "That's it little lady! Now you're gonna get-"

I never found out what I was going to get because at that moment several shelves and picture frames fell on his head, from having thrown him into the wall. He swayed back and forth for a few seconds before he finally fell over, unconscious.

"Did I miss the party?" my brother asked from the doorway, jokingly.

"Yeah, just took care of him. Can you tie him up?" I asked.

He nodded, smiling, and made several thin wires appear from the finger tips of his gloves. He tied up the beast man while I walked over to the red flier for the Crimson Moon Cafe. It said that I was supposed to perform this Saturday night. I sighed, rubbing the back of my neck. 'I completely forgot about that. Damn.'

"He's all tied up, sister." William said, breaking me out of my thoughts.

"Good. Now let's-"

"Stop right there, Longhorn!"

I almost groaned in annoyance upon hearing the voice in the entry way. Freakazoid had arrived, along with the police.

"Hey, wait a minute..."

William and I exchanged worried glances before turning back to Freakazoid. Being seen wasn't part of the plan. I grabbed the bull man, now identified to be Longhorn, by the horn and tossed him towards Freakazoid.

"Here's your bad guy. We're done here." I said as William and I began walking out of the shop.

"Wait!" he yelled, causing us to halt and look back at him. "Who are you?"

Will smiled, removed his hat, and took a bow, "You can call me the Mad Hatter."

I glanced at my brother, who was putting his hat back on, before directing my gaze back to Freakazoid. "Call me Darkness." And with that, we left.

That night, for some reason, sleep did not come easily for me. I kept tossing and turning until I finally managed to slip into the dark embrace of sleep.

"Daddy, tell me a story." a little girl with curly, long, fiery orange hair and vibrant green eyes said. The little girl sat in her bed looking at a man who was shrouded in darkness.

The shadowy figure sat on the edge of her bed. "What story would you like to hear, Lottie?" he asked, his voice kind and gentle.

The little girl thought for a moment. "Tell me the one about the Jabberwocky." the girl requested.

"All right then." The man took a deep breath before speaking again.

"'Twas brillig, and the slithy toves

Did gyre and gimble in the wabes:

All mimsy were the borogoves,

And the momes raths outgrabe.

"Beware the Jabberwock, my son!

The jaws that bite, the claws that catch!

Beware the Jubjub bird, and shun

The frumious Bandersnatch!"

He took his vorpal sword in hand:

Long time the manxome foe he sought-

So rested he by the Tumtum tree,

And he stood awhile in thought.

And, as if in uffish thought he stood,

The Jabberwock with eyes of flame,

Came whiffling through the Tulgey wood,

And burbled as it came!

One, two! One, two! And through and through

The vorpal blade went snicker-snack!

He left it dead, and with its head

He went galumphing back.

"And has thou slain the Jabberwock?

Come to my arms, my beamish boy!

O Frabjous day! Callooh! Callay!"

He chortled in his joy.

'Twas brillig, and the slithy toves

Did gyre and gimble in the wabes;

All mimsy were the borogoves,

And the mome raths outgrabe."

The girl tilted her head to the side, eyebrows furrowed in thought. "Daddy, what does it mean?"

The man patted her hair lovingly, "I'll tell you when you're older." He pressed a kiss to her forehead and tucked her in. "Goodnight, Lottie." he whispered.

Suddenly, everything blew away like dust and only darkness remained.

My eyes slowly fluttered open as sunlight began to stream through the curtains. I groaned and flung an arm over my eyes as I recalled my dream.

'No, not a dream,' I told myself, 'A memory. It was a memory of that man.'

I sat up groggily, 'I need to talk to Dexter about this.'

Then I groaned and fell back onto the bed as I remembered that he was busy today. I sat back up and got out of bed.

'I guess I'll just talk to him tomorrow, I guess.' I thought as I began to get ready for the day's events.

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Okay, so obviously I don't own the Jabberwocky poem thing. I didn't put it in the beginning because I didn't want to give anything away. I just figured out how to make words italic and bold. Sad, but true. I don't really like this chapter much. I don't know why though. I know it's not as long as the others, sorry. Okay, by now if you don't know who Charlotte's father is, there's something wrong with you. Seriously. That's it, read and review, please!