Now for another thrilling chapter of "Family Traits"! …okay, so maybe it's not THAT thrilling, give me a break!
Things to Remember
1) I don't own Fangface
2) I don't own any Disney characters
3) Tracker owns her OC, FF2 owns his OC, I own my OC, and we own ourselves
4) Buckwheat= Timothy, WG= Astrid, FF2= Allen, Ginger= Anna, Crim= Kiff, and Brielle= Brelyn
5) This is a fan fiction story, so anything in here (FF2 owning the Disney Company, me being a werewolf, etc.) is completely made up, no matter how cool it would be.
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As if things couldn't get any worse, Brielle had gotten herself lost and it started to rain. Why do cliché things like this always have to happen? she wondered bitterly, wrapping her arms around herself to keep warm, but it didn't really do much good. Seeing an over-turned dumpster in an alley, she ran over and sat in it to get out of the rain, despite it's stench. Now I know how the strays in 'Lady and the Tramp' felt like… She let out a heavy sigh, looking up at the cloudy sky above, seeing a few flashes of lightening. Maybe I shouldn't have left Lamone… she shook her head at the thought. No. I don't need his help. …He doesn't care, anyway.
Thunder rolled and the wind blew, making Brielle shiver. Scooting further back into the dumpster, she shut her eyes, thinking about what had happened earlier… about seeing her parents. Oh, how she missed them both, along with the rest of her family, and wished that they were together again. We will be, someday. she thought. But right now, I have things to do down here on Earth. She remembered them saying something about her being a 'cartoonbrid', and wondered what kind of skills she might possess…
*Crash!* Came a sound from down the alley, and she let out a startled gasp, pulling her knees up to her chest and hugging them. Don't be afraid- it was probably just some stray dog or cat. she tried to tell herself, trying to regain her toughness, but it didn't work- especially since she was alone. …Or, so she thought.
"Well, well, well… what do we have here?" A deep voice said, and Brielle looked up to see three figures in front of her- a lion, a tiger, and a man in a tan shirt and dark-brown pants, each of them looking at her, sinisterly. It was the tiger to had spoke first. "A little female man-cub,"
"Must be an orphan, if she's living in a dumpster," The man said, and the three of them laughed.
Brielle recognized the man as Zoloft, a Fangface villain who had kidnapped zoo animals to make potions that could turn him into whatever creature he desired so that he could rule the animal kingdom, but he never got past turning into a werewolf until the gang arrived. She looked at the tiger and lion, recognizing them both as Sheer Kahn and Scar. What's Zoloft doing with Scar and Sheer Kahn? she wondered, giving them a suspicious look.
"If she IS an orphan… there would be no harm in having her as a snack, would there?" Scar asked, darkly grinning at Brielle and giving a low growl.
"Oh, save it for later, Scar," Sheer Kahn scoffed. "We've got business to attend to, remember?"
Scar sneered at the tiger. "I was only joking, Sheer Kahn. Honestly, I thought you had a sense of dark humor,"
"The both of you can joke around later," Zoloft said. "C'mon,"
They walked around the corner. Brielle, having been part of a gang of meddlers for years, got up to follow them… only to see that they had disappeared. "Where did those creeps go?" she asked herself, quietly. Turning around, she went to run back to the studios, figuring someone had to be back by now so that she could tell them something was up- but instead she ended up bumping into a gruff-looking man wearing a black shirt with the sleeves cut off, ragged tan jeans, and black biker boots, and had a black buzz-cut and an anchor tattoo on his left arm, and his eyes were a deep gray color. He sneered, smoking a cigar and giving the young girl a dirty look.
"Ain't it a little past yer bedtime, tootsie?" The man asked in a gruff voice.
Normally, Brielle would have pulverized a guy for calling her 'tootsie', but considering she had a more urgent matter at hand (and the fact that the goon was twice her size) she decided to ignore him. "Not now, dude, I gotta find my friends-" she said as she went to walk around the man, but he stepped back in front of her, grabbing her shoulders.
"Y'know… it's awfully dangerous for a little girl like you to get separated from your friends in a neighborhood like this," His breathe reeked of alcohol, making Brielle gag silently.
"Yeah… (cough) It's also dangerous to smoke and drink at the same time, Tiny,"
The man picked her up and pinned her against a brick wall. "I'd watch what you'd say around goons like me, sweet-cheeks. People end up in the hospital when they call me names,"
Brielle sneered. "Yeah? Well anyone who calls me 'sweet-cheeks' ends up in an early grave!" With that, she punched the man square in the face, making him drop her. Landing on her feet, she punched him hard in the gut…
…Really hard, apparently, since she caused him to fly back and crash into a wall on the other side of the street. She looked at her fist, bewildered. I must have super-strength! she thought. "You're gonna pay for that, girly!" She heard the man choke out, and he whipped out the gun and aimed it at her-
*Bang! Bang! Bang!*
He hit her in the stomach… but rather than leaving bullet-holes, the bullets sank into her as if she were rubber, then flung back out like a sling-shot, barely missing the man! "Whoa!" Brielle gasped, looking down at her stomach. Seeing the man standing up and coming towards her, she stood her ground and balled her fists, glaring darkly yet smirking. "Lets see what else I can do," she said, and cracked her knuckles.
The man let out a yell and ran toward her with a knife, trying to stab her, but she leaned to the right- no, stretched to the right!- without moving her feet, making the man drive his knife into the brick wall, making it shatter. "Wha…?" he gasped.
"My turn!" Snapping back like a rubber-band, Brielle swung a punch that sent the man sprawling on his back. "You give up, or are you thirsty for more?" The man sat up, startled of Brielle now, since he had never seen so much might in such a little girl, and ran off. "Thought so," She began walking down the street. "He wasn't so tough…"
"And you think you are?" A familiar voice said behind Brielle, and she spun around, seeing- to her horror- Jafar, Count Basel, and… Vincent.
"See? I told you taking 35th Street was a good idea," Jafar said, grinning at Brielle. "It appears we've found someone who will be of use to us,"
Brielle clenched her fists and backed away from the three villains. "What makes you think I'd help a bunch of creeps like you?" she said coldly.
Jafar smirked and then held his snake-staff up to Brielle's face, trying to hypnotize her like he did with the Sultan. "Because, we need someone with your unique capabilities to assist us…"
But Brielle was not affected. "Dude, I've seen 'Aladdin'. There is no way I'm falling for your snake-staff trick!" she pushed the snake-staff away. "Besides, I can't be hypnotized,"
"Oh, can't you?" Count Basel said, holding up his ring to her face to put her in a trance as well. "Look into my ring, little girl…"
"Fat chance, mask-boy!" Brielle grabbed his hand and stole his ring, snapping his mask as she did, then ran off. First Zoloft, Scar, and Sheer Kahn… Now Basel, Jafar, and Vincent? What the heck's going on around here? she thought.
Count Basel rubbed his face in pain. "Argh! You wretched girl!"
"Don't just stand there, after her!" Jafar ordered.
Immediately, Vincent ran- at an incredible speed- and intercepted Brielle. "Going somewhere?" he said.
Brielle fell back, startled. Knowing Vincent almost her whole life, she knew he was never able to run that fast. "Get away from me, Vincent!" she yelled, kicking him in the shin.
He grunted, but just shrugged off the pain. "How do you know who I am?"
Brielle's mind raced furiously, knowing that she had once again made the same mistake of addressing an OC villain. "I've seen you on the news. You stole the Silver Crest!"
Vincent sighed and shook his head. "Everyone makes a big deal about everything," He then studied Brielle closely. "Say… you look familiar…"
She gulped and backed away. "I-I do? H-How s-so?"
Count Basel and Jafar ran up behind Brielle and grabbed her by the arms. "Gotcha, you wretched brat!" Basel snapped, prying his ring from her hand. "I'll be taking this back, thank you."
"Hey! Let me go!" Brielle thrashed in their grip, trying to get free… up until Vincent held a knife to her throat.
"You remind me of someone…" Vincent said, using the tip of his knife to turn Brielle's head at an angle to help him recognize her. "…A young girl I knew…"
Crap, he might recognize me! Brielle thought, gulping. On the one hand, it might break this curse I'm under and I can take these guys on. …On the other hand, they might kill me! …Of course, with my newfound cartoonbrid abilities, that will be hard for them to do… Wait, that's it!
"That's it! You remind me of my old accomplice…"
"He-ya!" Brielle cried out, swinging her legs up and kicking Vincent in the face. She then stretched her arms high upward- with Basel and Jafar still hanging on- and bonked their heads together, and had them drop on the ground. "See ya, suckers!" she began to run…
"Not so fast!" Vincent stretched out his arm, grabbing her ankle and tripping her. "You're not going to get away THAT easily…" he crawled over and pinned her head down, twisting her arm behind her back. "Now, I'll give you a choice: Help us, or die."
"How about neither?" Brielle stretched her fist (behind her back) upward and hit Vincent in the jaw, making him loosen his grip so she could get away. But she didn't get far, because the werewolf hunter took out his gun and shot her with a tranquilizer dart! Unlike the bullets, it didn't spring back out, but instead made her go numb. "Crap…" Then she fell unconscious.
The three villains stood around her. "Something tells me she won't be of any use to us," Basel sneered.
"I believe not," Jafar agreed. "What shall we do with her?"
"That tranquilizer will keep her out for a couple of hours." Vincent said. "We can throw her in a bag and dump her in the sea."
"But, what if she has a family?" Basel asked.
Vincent sneered. "Then we'd be doing them a favor."
They bent to pick her up, but a voice stopped them. "Leave her alone." They turned to see who had spoken-
*WHAM! BAM! WHACK!*
…but only ended up getting punched in their faces. "What the hell?" Vincent yelled, looking to see who punched them. Whoever did it ran past them in a shadowy blur, grabbed Vincent's gun, Basel's ring, and Jafar's staff and- as if using them all at once- put Jafar and Basel in a trance, then shot Vincent with a tranquilizer dart. The werewolf hunter looked up to see who had shot him, making out a familiar face. "You…!" then he fell unconscious.
The figure sneered at the three villains, throwing their weapons in a dumpster, then walked over to Brielle, scooping her up in his arms. "Come along, child," he said, slinking away. "Lets get you somewhere dry."
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"Brie… Brie…"
What? Who's that? Brielle thought, looking around but seeing only darkness.
"Brie… Can you here me?…"
Where am I? Who's speaking to me? *gasp* Am I dead… this time?
"Wake up, Brie… wake up…"
She listened to the voice, calling to her. Wake up? …I'm not dead?
"You've got to warn the others… get up… C'mon, Brie…"
She then realized she had her eyes closed, and began to open them slightly. "Who's there?" she asked, aloud.
"It's me…" She caught a glance at a figure with dark hair, deep-brown eyes, and a familiar face…
Her eyes bolted open. "P-Puggsy?" She sat up… only to see that she was in a hotel room… and the figure speaking to her wasn't Puggsy. "Oh. Lamone, it's you,"
The vampire nodded. "Yes… for a moment there, you mistook me for my cousin." he said, arching an eyebrow. "How do you know him?"
Brielle cringed. "Um… I watch 'Fangface' a lot…"
Lamone rolled his eyes, letting out a small, annoyed sigh. "Of course."
She looked around at her surroundings, and dizziness over-swept her and she rubbed her forehead. "What… happened?"
"You got yourself into a brawl with three dangerous men," he looked over his shoulder at her. "I'd say a young girl like you would be more responsible… especially with your powers."
So it wasn't a dream! she thought with relief, then looked at the vampire, curiously. "How did you find out about my powers?"
He shrugged, looking out the window. "I happened to be passing by when the commotion started. It was getting pretty good, too, until one of those men shot you with a tranquilizer gun. (Sigh) A weak move."
"Weak?" She grunted when a small headache hit. "…What do you mean, 'weak'?"
"Anyone who uses tranquilizers, knock-out gas, or any other suspended-animation resource is obviously admitting his or her opponent is too strong for them to handle. …I used it on him just to shut him up- pretty much the only thing it's useful for when it comes to battle."
Wait, wait, wait! HE saved me? Brielle thought in disbelief. "Why-" Before she could continue, nausea swept over her and she fell back on the pillow. "Oy, my head…"
Lamone walked over and sat down on the edge of the bed, next to her. "You should rest. He used some strong tranquilizers on you. They normally leave a werewolf or vampire dazed for a couple hours, but have a stronger affect on humans."
"How… do you know that?"
He turned away from her, staring out the window. "It's something I learned a long time ago, from an old acquaintance." With that, he stood up to leave.
Brielle watched him head toward the door. "Lamone!"
He paused, his back still to her. "Yes?"
She was hesitant, then turned onto her side, facing away from him. "Thank you… for saving me."
There was silence, and she sighed and closed her eyes, ready to rest.
"You're welcome, Bre."
She opened her eyes and turned to look at him, but he had already left the room. Shrugging, she rested her head back on the pillow and fell asleep.
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