Okay, I'd like to start this chapter by saying, the flu sucks. I got sick with it this weekend, which prevented me from doing ANYTHING, except watching TV, drinking water and Sierra Mist, and eating crackers.

So, after the 24-hour crap, here's a new chapter!

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I woke up that morning to the worst sound that I could ever hear.

"AAAAUUUUUuuuuuuuuugh......" A boy screamed, but it died out, ending with a choking, gasping sound.

"What in the name of the Brothers Grimm?!" I yelled, jumping out of bed and running downstairs, where I saw the most horrifying sight.

The boy who cried was lying on the floor, his stomach cut open and blood everywhere. He had no color in his eyes, just clouds of blankness and death. But it wasn't just the way he looked, but who he was. It was Bobby.

I looked around for his parents--- and his killer. I saw no one in the kitchen, and I knelt down beside the little boy, my eyes filling with tears. "Bobby... no..." I whispered.

Who could have done such a thing to a child?! I mean, he never did anything wrong that I knew of, and all he ever asked for was a bedtime story from me... and a raise in his allowance.

I heard a squeaking of a floorboard, and I turned around, seeing a figure run down the hall. "HEY!!" I yelled, running after them. When I reached the hallway, there was no one there.

I kept hoping this was all a dream, but I knew it wasn't (I'm serious this time). Suddenly, I heard snickering behind me, and I turned around, seeing nothing...

...but a black-and-white cat, staring at me with yellow eyes, curiously.

Now, in the your world, seeing a cat in the hallway would be no big deal. But since I'm from Fairytale Land, it's a whole-nother experience.

"Alright, where did they go?" I asked the cat.

"Meow." Was its reply.

I rolled my eyes. I remembered that outside Fairytale Land, animals couldn't talk. I decided to leave the cat and look for whoever killed Bobby.

I decided to find his parents and tell them that a killer was loose. I found their bedroom and ran in. "Jonathan! Margarret! Call the---" I began to yell, but stopped dead in my tracks.

They were dead, too.

This can't be happening. I thought, on the verge of tears. I quickly ran out the front door, down the sidewalk.

"Meow." I turned around, seeing that the cat was following me. It hurried up to my feet, rubbing against my legs. "Mew?"

I picked it up in pity (okay, and for a little comfort), carrying it with me. "Yeah, I wouldn't want to be alone in that place, either." I said to it.

We were running across the street when I heard an adult, feminine voice. "Foolish to run with a murderer, don't you think?" I turned around and saw a tall woman with brunette hair, wearing a black sleeve-less T-shirt, camouflage pants, combat boots, and a belt with bullets hooked to it, with an archer's bow and arrow on her back, a gun strapped to her waist, and a pair of hunting knives in each hand.

"Who are you?!" I demanded, trying to hide the fright in my voice (and hoping she didn't notice the tears that fell from my eyes, earlier).

"I am Sarah, one of the 12 Huntresses,"

The cat hissed at the woman, then leaped out of my arms and ran off... on two feet! "What the...?!"

Sarah threw one of her knives, aiming at the cat, but missed by a mere inch, her knife sticking up in the cement where the feline was a second ago. "Damn, so close."

"What's going on? Who- or what- was that?!"

"That, my dear girl, was Puss in Boots, the Master Assassin of Fairytale Land. I was sent to track him down, and it's a good thing I found him just in time."

"Tracking him? ...Wait, why was he here?!"

"Why, Blu, don't you recall? He is the assassin who was hired to kill you."

"You mean... I was being hunted down by a mangy cat?!" I never felt so offended in my life. The Big Bad Wolf hired a dumb cat to try to kill me?! What did he take me for?!

"Do not feel offended by your hunter," It was as if Sarah could read my mind. "Puss can be quite skilled when he has his weaponry."

I remembered Bobby and his parents, how they were left in puddles of blood. "He... he killed innocent people!"

"Yes, and unless you want to be haunted by such a memory, I suggest you leave this town and go back home. The police will be investigating soon, and they will likely suspect you as the killer, since you're the last one alive..."

I clenched my fists. "I am going to kill that cat!"

"Do not waste your energy. Besides, that is what I was set out to do."

I looked at her, realizing something. "You said you were tracking him, and you knew my name... How do you know all this?!"

"A friend of yours hired my sisters and I to assist him to protect you from that wretched feline. I knew that, in order to find him, I'd have to find you, which was not easy."

"How did you find me?"

"I didn't. I found Puss first. His trail wasn't so hard to find." she held up a small plastic bag full of some sort of shredded plant or something. "He should really lay off the cat-nip. ...But, alas, I had found him too late to prevent..."

I nodded in consent. "I know... I just wish I had woken up sooner to stop him." I tried to hide my grief, but the sadness remained in my eyes. ...Hey, I couldn't help it! That kid was like a little brother to me!

I looked back up at Sarah. "Who was this 'friend' of mine who sent you?"

"He didn't send me, but my sisters did without his knowing. He is still in Fairytale Land, assisting the others fighting vile beings... You need to go back, Bluskyrobinaquamarine."

"Fine, just as long as you kill that damn cat. ...And for the record, it's just Blu."

"Just look for Zaphael, and she'll take you home."

"Gotcha."

With that, we parted ways.

I ran back to the boarding house and grabbed all my things. I decided to go out the back door, but I stopped in the kitchen, seeing Bobby's cold, lifeless body. I bent down and used two of my fingers to close his eyes. "Once upon a time, there was a young girl who ran away, but danger followed her." I whispered, even though I knew Bobby couldn't hear me. "She found a nice family, and they took her in, not charging her too much for her stay as long as she helped out around the house. She met a little boy, and each night he would come into her room whenever she had a nightmare, and he would ask her what it was about. She told him, 'Can you keep a secret?', and he replied, 'Yes, yes I can.'

"She didn't trust many people, but she decided to trust the boy, because he was very nice to her. 'I am from a place called Fairytale Land, and each night I have dreams about different fairytales,' she told the boy. But he didn't believe her at first. 'Yeah, right,' was his response. 'If you're from Fairytale Land, why don't you have a story?'

" 'In order to get a story, you must do something... or lie about something in my cousins' cases.' the girl replied, angrily. 'Lie? What do you mean?' So the girl told him a tale about a girl who's family died, and she lived with two spoiled cousins who never included her in their stories, and always stretched the truth. 'I never heard that version of the story,' The boy would say after the girl told him the true tales of her cousins. 'Well, they're true.' The girl said. 'Are there any other non-true tales?' the boy asked. 'You have no idea.' the girl replied.

"Each night, she would tell him a true fairytale story, and each night, he would hear her cry out in her sleep, and she would tell him about the fairy-tale related part of her dreams.

"But one day, the girl woke up, and found out that... the little boy could no longer hear her stories... so she went away... away, back home."

I wiped a tear from my eye. "...She wished the boy could have heard her last tale before she went..." I sniffled, then ran out the door after informing the police (on the phone) about a murder.

I prayed that Sarah would skin that damn cat alive, and give me his skin to burn in a fire, hoping that he would still feel the pain I felt that morning.

Just so you know, 'Zaphael' isn't a person... she's a train. A rusty, broken-down looking train on the outskirts of town inhabited by hobos. I stepped onto one of the empty carts of the rusted heap, then slid a gold coin through one of the cracks.

"Dnal Elatyriaf." I said, and the train started moving. I heard some of the hobos on the other carts yell out in surprise, some even jumped off, and some, I guess, remained asleep.

The only way you could get Zaphael going was slipping a gold coin from the place you wanted to go and saying the name of that place backwards, (Fairytale Land, for instance).

I watched as the train rode through a green field, the morning dew sparkling in the dawning sunlight... If I were into gorgeous things, I'd be interested, but sadly, I'm not.

I grabbed a mirror out of my bag and a pair of scissors, then began cutting my hair to a shorter length. I adjusted my bangs so that they fell into my face at an angle. I didn't want anyone to recognize me... not so soon, anyway, if at all.

The trip was going to be long, so I took out my mp3 and started listening to a bit of Rob Thomas. I didn't want to sleep, but I somehow ended up drifting into a nap, anyway.

And, of course, I was plagued by yet another nightmare...

I stood alone in the middle of the woods. I was wearing my old blue hoodie and my hair was very long. My shirt was big on me, the sleeves sliding down past my arms, and my hood was up.

"Mommy?" I called. From the sound of my voice, I assumed I was five again. "Daddy? H-Hello??"

"Aw, looks like Little Blu Riding Hood is lost..." A sinister voice snickered.

"Biggy." Even with the childish pitch of my voice, the word still came out cold, and my eyes narrowed over to the bushes, where a pair of yellow eyes glowered at me.

"So, you finally decided to come home, did you?"

"Yeah. I missed kicking your ass."

"Really? Because the last time I checked, I wasn't a donkey farmer."

"Bad joke, furball." I grabbed a heavy stick. "Why don't you come out so I can fight you?"

The wolf laughed. "You think you can beat me with a stick? C'mon, you should know I'm tougher than that."

"Are you, now? Then come fight me... or would you rather have your little kitty-cat take me on, while you hide in the bushes?"

A low growl erupted from the bushes as the wolf's eyes began to glow. "Don't mock me, little girl. You're too insignificant and weak to fight a murderous criminal like me..."

"I'm not the one who sent a pussy to do my job, bub."

With a vicious roar, the wolf leaped out of the bushes and pinned me to the ground, knocking the stick out of my hands before I had the chance to use it. I had the feeling I got on his last nerve.

I was about to kick him in the stomach, but I froze when I saw his face. It wasn't Biggy...

It was Wolf!

"Never mess with a beast..." he snarled, then opened his jaws over my face---

I woke up with a shock. Out of my many nightmares... I'd say that was number four out of my Top Five.

I looked into my bag, pulling out the teddy bear Pin had given to me and hugging it for comfort. It became a habit of mine, somehow, a habit I was planning to break soon.

I looked out the train door and watched as we pulled into an abandoned train station. I was back in Fairytale Land, to my despair.

I stepped off the train, my backpack slung over my shoulders, looking back and watching as a few hobos stepped off, looking around at their new unfamiliar habitat.

We get a lot of hobos around here.

I began walking toward some thick trees, down a dirt road. The sun was beginning to set already, so I had to move quick. I didn't know about the bums, but I didn't want to be lost in these trees after dark.

Remember those stories your parents told you when you were little, that if you stayed out too late you'd be eaten by monsters? Well, I'd hate to break it to you, but they're true. Little kids get lost and eaten in these woods all the time, and I don't feel like telling you the tale of what really happened to Hansel and Gretal, and I definitely didn't want my life story to end up the same way.

It's times like these where I wished they built the train station closer to town. The thickness of the trees didn't really brighten things up, and it didn't really help me slow down my walking.

There was a fork in the road. I saw lights down the path to the right, so I went that way, just to be safe (and stay alive).

At least there was one advantage to me living in Fairytale Land for so long: I knew my way around. The ground had gotten softer, I found out, and I began to pass by large, mucky ponds, twisted trees, tall grass, 'No Trespassing' signs...

'No Trespassing' signs? Now, why did those sound familiar.

It took me two seconds too long to realize where I had walked. "Who dares trespass on Morlog's territory?!" Morlog's voice boomed, and the giant troll rose out from the swamp.

He was exactly the way I remembered him, except with more slime, mucus, and his teeth were more yellow. "Well, long time no see." I said, looking up at the troll.

"YOU! Morlog remember you! Morlog recognize your smell! You puny girl who spoiled Morlog's dinner!"

"Funny, that's how Red described her first boyfriend, only I don't think it was your dinner he spoiled..."

Morlog roared and slammed his fist down, trying to smash me, but I dove and summer-saulted out of the way before his fist crushed me. "Morlog will crush you! Morlog will rip your flesh off! Morlog will grind your bones to make Morlog's bread!"

"I'm sorry, but that last line was already taken." I leaped out of the way as he swung his club at me, whacking a tree off its trunk. "You've gotten slower, or is that just how your brain works?"

"Stupid bitch!"

Morlog swung his club again. This time, I jumped up and onto it, running down his arm and climbing up on his head. "Nyah, nyah! You missed!"

I jumped off and onto a tree branch as Morlog swung his club upward, smashing himself in the face.

I figured he'd do that.

He was dazed, but not down, and began to dizzily swing his club around. "Puny girl will pay!" he roared, loopily.

I dodged his club as it hit the branch I was on, and I landed back on the road, the troll's back turned to me. I hid beneath the uprooted trunk of a tree, watching as Morlog shook off his dizzyness. He began to trudge down the road, calling out threats.

I climbed out from my hiding spot, making a run for it... until a giant, smelly foot slammed in front of me. "Ha! Morlog not as slow as you think, puny, stupid, bitch!" he boasted, grabbing me by the back of my shirt and dangling me in front of him. "Morlog was going to make stew, but Morlog decided, 'Why wait to make stew'? Morlog eat you now---" Before he could drop me into his jaws, an arrow shot by and pierced him in the eye. "AAAARRRGH!!! MORLOG BLIND!!!!"

I dropped down onto the ground, watching as a figure with a wide rimmed black hat and a long black cape, wearing a black shirt, black pants and black boots- what was with all the black?!- with a silver utility belt came flying out of the trees and shooting a grappling hook around the troll's ankles, making him stumble and fall into the swamp.

Only one thought came to me: Who the heck wears a cape?! It was like I was looking at a whacked-out Batman wannabe. "As if Fairytale Land wasn't weird enough." I said to myself.

The all-dressed-in-black figure climbed on top of Morlog's chest, unsheathing a long knife. "Never again shall you torment those who enter this swamp." They said in a mysterious, cold voice. It raised the knife, and jammed it into Morlog's forehead, making the troll cry out as blood trickled down his ugly face.

It was gruesome, horrifying... and cool.

I turned to leave, but then Zoro's Twin leaped out in front of me. "Who are you?" they asked. Their voice was male, sounding at least nineteen.

"None of your business, Mr. Caped Avenger." I replied, stepping past him. He stuck his arm out in front of me, preventing me from passing.

"We don't take kindly to strangers around here, Miss. Unless you want suspicion to rise, I'd suggest you tell me who you are and where you're going... and a 'Thank you' for saving your life would be appreciated as well."

"FYI, I'm not a stranger around here, and people will be suspicious of me, anyway... and I could have handled that troll myself." I pushed him aside and began to walk faster. Godmother, I hated coming through this place at night.

He grabbed my backpack, pulling me back. "If you're not a stranger, then why won't you tell me who you are?"

"Because I don't want anyone to know, now let go!" I slipped out of my backpack and grabbed it, trying to pull it away, but he hung on to it. "Let... go!"

"Tell me... who you... are!"

"No! Why don't you keep out of my business, bozo?!"

"It's not that hard to answer!"

"And it's not that hard to let go!"

"So why don't you?"

"Because it's my stuff! LET GO, DAMN IT!!"

"Okay, no need to curse," He let go of my bag suddenly, making me fall back and have a couple things fall out of my bag.

"Son of a bitch!" I knelt down and began picking up a few of my things.

He chuckled, kneeling down across from me. "Sorry, I---" he paused, his expression serious. He picked up my blue teddy bear, staring at it in shock.

"Hey, give that back!" I snatched my teddy bear out of his hands (damn, I hope that didn't sound pathetic!), then out of rage, kicked him in the chest, sending him falling on his back. I stood up and grabbed the collar of his shirt, ready to punch him. "Teach you to go through other people's---" I paused, noticing something around his neck.

It was a golden locket in the shape of a circle. I picked it up with my free hand and opened it. Inside was a picture of my parents and I, and engraved on the side was Forever With You.

"Where did you get this?" I asked the nosy, black-caped boy.

"A... friend left it with me." he replied, looking up at me with soft, chocolate-brown eyes. "You."

I quickly stood up, studying him. He stood up too, taking off his hat, showing his shoulder-length black hair and innocent-looking face.

I stared at Pin in disbelief. He had muscles on his arms now, and he had gotten taller. He was different than the scrawny, short-haired boy (who used to wear suspenders rather than capes) I once knew.

"Pin..." I whispered in disbelief.

He slowly approached me, gently placing an arm on my shoulder. "Blu... you came back." he said, a smile spreading across his face... a smile I always saw him with.

I began to shake. I had seen the dead body of a little boy who had grown attached to me, found out that a damned cat was my assassin, had a nightmare that a friend of mine wanted to kill me, almost got eaten by a troll, and now I was standing in the presence of my friend who I almost beat to a pulp.

I couldn't take anymore. I began to cry, falling to my knees and burying my face into my hands. Look, a girl can only take so much in one day, alright?!

Pin knelt down in front of me and wrapped me in his now-muscular arms, rubbing my back in comfort. "What's the matter?" he asked, concerned obviously.

I wiped away my tears, regaining my toughness. "You won't believe what I've gone through," I replied.

"You... want to go somewhere private and talk about it? I'd like to hear what all you've been up to these past four years."

I scoffed and looked him up and down. "You've got some explaining to do yourself, Van Helsing."

He laughed. "Man, I missed your criticism."

I rolled my eyes. "And I missed your politeness. C'mon, lets get out of here."

We stood up and began walking down the road, leaving Morlog's body behind. I dared not look back, I got enough from the flashbacks of Bobby's dead body in my mind.

Pin kept his arms around my shoulders. I would have protested, but I decided not to, just like that night Wolf saved me.

That reminded me. "Hey, where's Wolf?" I asked.

Pin shrugged. "I don't know." he replied. "I haven't seen him for a while. Why?"

I avoided his eyes. "No reason." I hated to lie to him, but it was one nightmare that I couldn't bare to tell.

A/N: And Pin's back in the story!

Pin Fangirls: YAY!!!!

...And obviously everyone likes his masculinity. REVIEW!!!