Spread Your Blue Wings
A/N: Hello! Hello! Hello! -dodges speeding tomato- What? -innocent eyes- Ok, I have a new story for you while you wait for my other Corpse Bride fic, hehe! Huh? You're here because you read the summary and got interested and you don't have a clue about what I'm talking about? Well then, I think I'll explain. I'm putting my other story, The Corpse Prince on hold because my brain isn't working very properly at the moment. And to get my imagination running again, I thought I'd write up another story! There, do you understand now? lol -nods- Good! OwO Please read and if you like it, please review:D
Summary: Emily had turned a hundred years old in the Land of the Dead when a young girl by the name of Ivy comes down as new arrival. But Ivy is stubborn and she thinks she is still alive. Could Emily help her accept the change Ivy went through suddenly? Will Ivy admit the fact that she is already dead? Or will she deny the truth?
Disclaimer: I do not own anything from the Tim Burton's Corpse Bride, though I dearly wish I do, even a half of it. But I guess not, lol. The only things I do own is my characters! Please don't steal! Thank you.
Foolish Little Girl
"Death comes equally to us all, and makes us all equal when it comes." - John Donne
In a darkened room a lonely figure in a blue wedding dress continued to watch her reflection, moving her hands back and forth through her hair. Emily was a hundred years old now and her face hadn't changed one bit. For one thing, she liked being young forever. But it saddened her to think she will never grow up. She will stay the same forever and live in the Land of the Dead as the same old Emily. Only her heart had changed and after aging a hundred years old, she knew a lot of wise things. Still, it was strange. She felt strangely trapped in a body that would never change, a mask that hid away the true Emily inside.
She brushed her hair down with her brush one more time and gave out a deep sigh. When will she be able to move on and see her mother and father again? She missed them. She hoped she will be meeting them here, but for some odd reason, they weren't here to comfort her. Perhaps they were alive still. But she heard a rumor that they had fulfilled a purpose and was accepted into a magical world in the next level. She knew whisperings of Heaven, a place where any dead can be at peace at last. But then again, most of the people stuck in the Land of the Dead still hasn't fulfilled what they had wanted to do. She probably never would.
Thinking over her one simple wish to be a bride, she couldn't help but feel lonely. She had waited for someone quite lovely and as charming as Victor to stumble into her arms again, but not one dead figure came to her. Not one dead man but the small children that still seem to roam about in the Land of the Dead were here to comfort her, unless she counted out Bonejangles and all of her friends. They still roamed around the pub, enjoying themselves with BoneJangles' music.
Nothing new seemed to spark her life with emotion nowadays. She was lonely without someone to love. Even after living a hundred years, she felt like a child... a butterfly, cooped away into the most deepest and darkest of cages, unable to move on to the window of light so near to her.
Emil stopped what she was doing. What was she going to do today? Perhaps she'll go play with Scraps, or have a walk through the village? But she had done this too many times it had become a routine to her. Her first thoughts would always be, "Will anything new happen today?" Boredom always got to her from there, making her remember the feeling of lonliness.
"I'll go visit the pub, maybe there I can have some hope as to finding my true love," Emily decided and got to her feet, her old tattered wedding dress. She should really get herself something else to wear, but she couldn't find anything that suited her taste of fashion. So she stuck with the Wedding Dress even now.
"And maybe getting something to eat on the way," she thought and this made her small journey to the pub more enjoyable for her. Emily smiled and then accepting the fact that she won't achieve anything for herself if she continued to feel sorry for herself, she left her room.
"You don't get to choose how you're going to die, or when. You can decide how you're going to live now." - Joan Baez
"NEW ARRIVAL!" screamed out a new member of the Ball and Socket pub, who had just started working there. All of the dead immediately rushed towards the door that led the new dead to come through. Emily was watching this with just a flicker of interest in her eyes. She had seen this happen a thousand times, but whenever she got her hopes up, it was someone she didn't really expect, either someone who was too young to have died, or someone who had died of old age. Perhaps all she ever wanted was Victor, but Victor was happy now with Victoria. (A/N: If you are wondering why I'm not writing what happened when Emily saw Victor come down to the Land of the Dead again, well its because I thought it will kind of tangle about the plot I have. So I haven't mentioned it and probably won't. Sorry!)
So she wasn't very suprised when she saw a girl about seven years old stumble out of the door, looking flustered and upset. Tears were slowly forming in her eyes. The girl had dark brown hair, with pale blue eyes that looked rather cold, along with light skin that was slowly turning blue, the life she once held leaving her. She wore funny looking clothes, that seemed to consist of jeans and a shirt.
"Hello there!" shouted a tall skeleton man and the girl gave out a scream. But then she bit her lip hard and clamped her mouth shout. The dead crowd looked back at each other inquiringly. Some of the new kids rushed through the crowd with bony smiles printed on their faces. But the girl didn't smile back at them. She only eyed them with disbelief as she started to murmur something to herself.
Emily continued to stare in interest as she saw the girl murmur something louder under her breath. Emily couldn't catch it but she could see from the girl's expression that she had died not knowing that she did die. Emily's eyes narrowed as she searched through the girl's appearence for any evidence of an attack of any sort. She could see a few painful looking bruises on the girl's skin but other then that, there was nothing much unusual.
"This is a dream..." the girl said, this time loudly as the crowd slowly lost interest of the new arrival. Some of them tried to talk to her to be polite but the young girl was in her own world as she stared at the pub. "This is a dream... it must be! I'm going to wake up again to see my mom again, to see Wolvie again. No it's not true!"
"You are dead. You have to accept it," Emily answered as she stood up from her seat and started to walk up to the girl. The girl's gaze immediately went up to Emily and the girl gave a hideous scream and stumbled onto the floor. To the girl's suprise, she didn't feel any pain. She furrowed her brow in confusion.
Kneeling beside the girl, Emily tried to smile gently. But the cold disbelieving look on the newcomer's face made her grimace. The Corpse Bride put her hand on the girl's freezing, unfeeling hands. The girl only raised an eyebrow.
"I-I'm not! I can't be! I won't believe it! Y-Y-You… LIAR!" she shouted and pushed away Emily's comforting hand. The girl pulled back, and rose to her feet, backing away from Emily.
"Mom said Heaven was a place of light! It's so dark here! Y-You kidnapped me! All of you freakos! You're just disguising yourselves with skeleton outfits aren't you? Daddy isn't going to pay a cent with you lot!" the girl stuttered uncontrollably, pointing her finger to the corpses and the skeletons, whose attentions were directed back to the new girl. The girl backed away even more to the door and then looking to see that she could escape away from the pub, she ran, stumbling a bit.
None of the dead followed her. They only looked back at what they were doing, and whispering about the new arrival. But Emily stood there in the middle of all the commotion, eyes fixed at the empty door with a perplexed expression on her face. She bit her lip angrily. Why wouldn't that foolish girl realize that she had died? Couldn't she just accept the fact? She had done that, though it had been hard. But still she accepted it. Why couldn't the girl do so too?
"Are you going after her?" a familiar voice spoke and Maggot came slithering up her bony shoulder, a secretive smile on his face. Emily glanced towards her little green friend and smiled widely. "Yes."
A/N: Do you like it so far:) If you do, please please please review! If not, well I guess I will have to think over the fact that not many people likes the story. -weak laugh- I hope everybody does review! owO