Chapter 1: The Fight
Alright for starters, this is basically the poem in modern day, it does take a while to get to the romance stuff but I believe the stuff in this chapter helps the story. Hope you enjoy!
Characters( in order of appearance):
Sam and Georgia(Capulet servants), Abram(Montague servant), Kristoff Montague, Hans Capulet, Lord and Lady Capulet, Lord and Lady Montague, Anna Montague
I swear to you sister. I will not take their garbage."
"Sam of course not then we would be the garbagemen." She twirled her hair into a messy bun.
Sam smiled at his sisters mocking tone, "What I mean Georgia, is if they make us angry we will fight them."
Georgia laughed while her brother kept missing the trashcan when he spat out his tobacco, "You need to keep yourself out of trouble."
"But I fight good when I'm angry."
She rolled her eyes while pulling out a box of American Spirit and a lighter, "It's hard to make you angry, brother."
He grunted with frustration, "Those dogs from Montague make me angry."
"To run away, yes. But to fight, no." She snorted at his nonsense, not being able to laugh when she was lighting her smoke.
"I'm serious! If I see one on the street I will be on the side closest to the wall, freeze the gutter water making them slip on the floor and crack their heads open on the sidewalk."
"It is the weak ones who are always up against the wall." She corrected him.
"Oh I see. Well Georgie, the Montague boys will be in the gutter and the Montague ladies on the wall with my weapon cocked and loaded, if you know what I mean…" he winked.
Georgia stopped where she was and slapped him on the shoulder smiling, "You perv, rape is not taken very well." She stopped talking and flicked her cigarette on the floor, covering it in ice, when she heard a car drive up.
Sam stood up when he saw the one of the Montague cars pull into the parking lot. "Sister, I have your back."
"Are you sure? I think you will turn your back on me and run that's what you'll do. But I will just frown as they walk by."
"No I will bite my thumb at them, it's an insult. So if they ignore it then they are a disgrace to their name." Sam bit his thumb.
The group of men came over, "Are you biting your thumb at us?"
"I am biting my thumb." Sam responded quickly but getting a glare from his sister.
"At us?"
He looked to Georgia, "Is the law on our side if I say yes?" She shook her head and Sam continued, "No I am not biting my thumb at you, but I am biting my thumb."
The man stood taller, "If you want a fight I'm your man. My employer is better than yours."
"Um sure they are."
Georgia stood up and made icicles grow from her hands, "If you are true men then you will fight."
The man made fire crawl up his arms, "As you wish."
They all began to fight, the scent of burned flesh and warm mist from melted ice was everywhere. Fires spread across the grass and concrete, ice coming up from the ground, rerouting trees and bushes. The havok brought more people to the fight with swords and guns. Blood was everywhere.
A blonde man came from around a building and pulled his gun out. "Break it up men- and woman. You don't know what you are doing. Abram come-."
He felt a cool barrel on the side of his head, "Kristoff why are you fighting with these servants? Turn around and look who was going to kill you."
Kristoff turned around to the voice and knocked the gun out of his opponents hand, "Hans. I drew my weapon to break up the fight, not to join it. Either you drop yours or help me stop this fight."
Hans picked up his weapon off the floor, "You draw your gun and expect peace? Ugh. I hate the word like I hate hell and all Montague's!"
"Well come on then show me your ice Capulet." Kristoff beckoned.
Hans chuckled, "Show me your fire Montague."
"We both know we can't do that, so-" Kristoff landed a punch to Hans gut. He recovered quickly and counteract with a uppercut, busting Kristoff's lip. Smiling at his success he prepared to land another, but they had to dodge a flame that came at them.
Kristoff felt the heat graze his face in slow motion, but being used to it, he used it as an advantage to punch Hans on the bridge of his nose, making a cracking noise before he was howling in wiped the blood on his face to roundhouse kick Kristoff's ribcage.
"What is this!?" Lord Capulet shouted and he made a sword out of ice.
Lady Capulet looked at him, "You need a cane not a sword!"
Moments after the Montague's entered and witnessed the scene, both had fire in their hands.
"I need my sword, look he's taunting me. Juggling fireballs!" Capulet shouted in hatred. "A family of grown ass children."
"Capulet you villain," Lord Montague called, Lady Montague holding his back. "Let me go!"
Lady Montague, took his hand and brought him close, "Do not go to the enemy. It will make us look like we have started this fight today."
"Enough!" The brawl stopped when the sheriff spoke, "You people enjoy Arendelle flowing with each other's blood on the streets! Listen to me, three times this week, I had to clean these roads because of simple words! Leave or I will put you in a cell!"
They did as was told and left only the Montagues and Kristoff.
"My nephew, what happened? Where you here when It began?
"Well your the servants and the Capulet servants," he spat at the name, "began a brawl. I'm not sure who started it, but when I got there I tried to break it up, of course I can't do much-"
"Oh stop that my boy! You make this family proud. But may I ask have you seen Anna?"
"Um no sir but-"
"Oh thank goodness she wasn't here." Lady Montague placed a delicate hand over her heart and sighed with relief.
Kristoff continued to speak, "I saw her in the woods early this morning, I tried to approach but she ran deeper."
The old man shook his head sadly, "She's been crying in her room and stayed in the dark for the past week."
"Uncle do you know the cause?"
Montague sighed, "Unfortunately not."
Anna neared the edge of the woods unaware of her surroundings. "Oh I see her, I will get the answer for you. Either she tells me or I will keep getting rejected!" Kristoff cheerfully and determinedly stated.
"Thank you my boy." The Montague's quickly turned and went home.
"Ah good morning, Anna." He walked over to meet his cousin walking from the woods tripping over almost everything in the way.
"What time is it?" She groaned.
The man checked his watch, "Just turned nine."
Anna groggily placed a hand on her face, "Oh Kristoff. Time is cruel when you are depressed."
"Don't tell me its-"
"Yes it is. She doesn't love me in return." Anna looked around,saw scorch marks, frost patches, blood, and a gun. "I believe that is yours."She gestured with her head at the gun. "What happened here on this morning while I mourned?"
Kristoff looked and picked his weapon up, spat on it to remove any dirt, "Well the usual, simple words turned into a big fight, and I tried to break it up. I still tried even though I'm not gifted."
"Really? That is what makes you special!"
Kristoff sighed, "I don't need your pity. I'm not as useful in these fights, you, Olaf, and basically everyone else in the family has fire in their hands except me. All I do is get in the way."
Anna moved closer and took his gun into her hand, "Look here. This is a Montague gun. Only a true Montague would be proud to hold this. Are you a Montague?" He stood prouder and nodded, "See you are just as Montague as I am. We share the same blood, cousin. Let's look at Hans he doesn't have any ice-" She was cut off by Kristoff's words
"Oh I almost forgot about him! Well when I was about to try and break the fight up, he walks in and placed the barrel of his gun right here," he points to his temple. "I was quick enough to move it and knock it to the floor. He did the same to me when I drew mine and we exchanged blows. More people began to join the fight but then your parents and the sheriff came, so the fight was ceased." Kristoff shook his head, "So the reason your being such a recluse is because of love?"
"Are you laughing at me? Is it because I'm a young, foolish lesbian?" She felt the fire building with in her but with her sadness it dissapated.
"No of course not I'm crying. I'm crying because your sad and it makes me sad."
Anna closed her eyes unsure if she should believe her overly sentimental cousin, "Love does that to you. I'm sad already, yet you want to add more to my heavy heart? Well goodbye Kristoff."
"Don't go. Let me go with you. You left me on a cliff hanger, it's not right to do that to people. Who is she?" He held his hand out to stop her.
"Anna isn't here. This isn't Anna," she flared her arms out. "Anna is somewhere else."
"Oh stop that nonsense! It's Rosaline, isn't it?" Anna nodded, felt the heat at her fingertips ready to burn something, "Forget about her. Let's go look at other pretty faces."
Anna felt the fire up to its limits and made it into fireball and threw it the side of a building wall, making the alarm go off. "It will only make it worse! I need to go. You can't help me forget."
Kristoff stood still dumbfounded. He spoke quietly enough to give himself a mental note, "I will help you forget, I will die if I don't." He smiled proudly when Anna nodded her head, "Okay well when was the last time you ate? You look awful."
Anna stopped walking and thought about it, "I'm not sure, but I'm not-" She was picked up by her waist, forcing her to stare at the gum covered sidewalk, "Let me down Kris!"
"We are getting something to eat. I'm hungry and I know damn well you are, I can hear your stomach gurgling."
"Pht whatever. Sandwiches… if we are getting anything, it will be a sandwich."
Okay we've barely seen any Romeo and Juliet fics, and thought it would be cool to do something like it. So fire/ice, yea, that's all I have to say. Hope you enjoy it. Do you guys know who is who? For example, who is Hans portraying from the play?