Oneshot. -- Godchild- Not child of a godparent, in this oneshot. It's meant to be a term for children of God blessed with gifts and shit. .-. -- Fairytales -- "Fairytales are full of deceit. They are ugly, stupid, a mere child's pipe-dream. Just the foolishness of humans weaved into the form of storytelling." -- "Do you want to hear a fairytale today?" Methodical and precise. That was how the child in the woods functioned. Its eyes gleamed with something akin to malice, the vibrant and shining colors of yellow and green twinkling with the hidden stars in the moist sky. Yet, its true emotions were coated by another layer of solitude, dyed blue like the shards of ice that froze its soul. "Yes!" A smile graced the woman's lips. Innocence. So much innocence. "Which one do you want to hear?" "Snow White! Snow White!" Giddy laughter. The child's white hair clung to its delicate ivory colored face, its hands reaching out to grasp the woman's transparent yet visible body, wanting to hold her close like a baby does to its mother. "... Once upon a time," Her eyelids were drooped as she read, the smile that she wore reflected sadness only the chilling air could sense. Nobody else heard her sorrowful cries. The child was entranced by the story. The voice it thought was once brooding and depressing now sounded like bells chiming in a church, like when Snow White married Prince Charming in the abandoned church in the forest. "there was a beautiful girl with a beautiful heart, and everybody loved her. The Queen, however," And as the story went, the innocence of the tale had been shattered as it kept replaying in its head; a now grotesque and macabre form of it was being told to the naïve and oblivious child that sat before her. -- "I love the stories you tell me, mommy! Did you make them up?" "Some of them, yes." "Was Snow White one of them?" "No, child." "Oh. Well, whoever made that story up must be really really smart and kind!" "Yes. I think so too." -- The forest that once seemed so still and peaceful was actually one that lured in foolish and stubborn people, children who ran away from their parents, or adults that were stupid enough to believe there was gold hidden in the heart of the woods that would make them richer than the richest man alive. The trees that sang along to the birds' songs had carvings of blood, crimson sap leaking onto the ashen grey grass. The birds that sang were demons sent from hell that hypnotized oblivious wanderers and fed off their souls, the once-thought cheerful melody was actually one that sounded truly depressing and horrifying when heard by the ears of a Godchild. The animals were only an illusion created to calm those who had survived the trees and the birds. Wolves in sheep's clothing. Blood seeped from their fangs as they fed off human meat, sinews of flesh clinging to their jaws as they finish a meal, the leftovers being laid there to rot. The fresh stench of decay was cloaked with an aroma of fine wine. And somehow, the blind child of God walked in without being caused harm. -- "Mommy?" "Yes?" "Do other children's parents love their kids like you love me?" "Not all, child, not all." "... Oh. But I'm glad I have you! You're the bestest mommy I can ever ask for! I love you!" "I love you too." -- Five years Later -- "I'm dying soon." The Spirit of the forest that had told fairy tales to the Godchild stared into its soul, trying to find any hints of emotion. Sorrow, joy, anything. The response she received made her sigh in remorse. "..." "Do you have a last wish?" "I want to hear Snow White." The ten year old Godchild played with its hair, twisting the strings of wispy white with interest. Curled and bleached with the color of peace. "... Once upon a time, there was a beautiful girl with a beautiful heart, and everybody despised her entire being. The Queen," "That's different from the story you told me last week, mommy." "I know." And the sad smile came back, followed me a thin rivulet of tears streaming down her face. -- "Mommy, I take back what I said about the person making Snow White is kind." "Why?" "Why would he make a children's book so scary? He's really twisted and mean, I think." "Maybe. This world is full of things good and bad, although more bad things than good." "Really? Then I don't ever want to see the world with my eyes! Just being with mommy is enough!" -- Two years Later -- The recent years of visiting the woman in the forest became drastically morbid. Five years of constantly listening to Snow White being morphed from an innocent and young story to one where blood and gore became something common damaged its mind. Fear was the only emotion it felt, along with abandonment and loneliness. The distance the woman had put between her and the child made it feel like the world's most pitiful thing to ever be created by the hands of God. "Mom, I wonder what life would look like if I saw it with my eyes." "Remember how you told me you never wanted to see the world with your eyes?" "Yeah?" "Well, it's a cruel, cruel world, child. Very cruel indeed." "... Is it very bad?" "Yes. Very bad." The conversation had been short, and the woman took a deep breath before blinking. "My time's up. What is your last wish, child?" "... To see the world with my eyes, mom." And its wish was granted. The bells that rang in its mind weren't just a silly illusion it believed in for the previous five years it had stayed in the forest. They were real. The miracle of opening its eyes for the first time was something it described as 'magical'. Although... It never expected the world to be like this. The eerieness of it all made it cringe. The change of the appearance of its surroundings made it scream. The Godchild clutched its head and shut its eyes in terror and fear. The skies weren't blue anymore. They were red. Blood dripped from the sky and landed on the bridge of its nose, leaking slowly as to taunt the child. The bells didn't sound hauntingly lovely any longer, they rang with silence. Silence that drove it mad. The woman it used to call mother was no longer an angel it saw in its eyes. She was replaced with a demonic figure. A gargoyle, to be precise. "Let me ask of you one last thing, child, before I rot in hell." The Godchild only stared in fascination and horror behind the sleeves of its tattered clothing. "Rip my heart out." -- Hatred is just a feeling, one who carries it only has one true desire. And that is vengeance. -- "Mommy, why?" "Where are you?" "I'm scared." "I can't see!" -- The world seemed to crash down on it. Black flashed before its eyes along with the color red. "Wh-what?" "Take my heart out." "With wh-what?" "This." The rusty dagger thrown at its feet gleamed. Looking up with scared eyes, the Godchild held the dagger in its hands and crawled forward, staring at Satan's creation for a long amount of time. It was as if if anticipated for something to happen. For God to look at it and glare at it with disdainful eyes that would pierce its entire being. As the beasts of Hell peered at the Godchild from behind the hollow trees that grinned with the smile that Death wore, it decided to plunge the knife into what the woman called her heart. -- "I'm so sorry mommy" "I didn't mean it" "Why, mommy, why?" -- My mother is an elegant and wonderful storyteller. I loved her with my entire being, even though I couldn't see her, I could feel her presence. She had a beautiful and eerie laughter. Her face was smooth and whenever she cried, her tears felt soothing against my skin. Like on the hot summer days, they cooled off my burns. I don't want my mommy to cry, though. But she just does. She's beautiful even if she does cry! The stories she told when I was so very young were so nice to hear... Especially Snow White. Mommy always read Snow White to me. I loved that book! Mommy is the best. It's at times during night when it's the scariest. It's the time when she's gone, and I'm all alone with the animals running around me and the ghosts whispering mean things into my ears. It's during morning when she comes back and holds me to her chest. That's the time I always cry and let my feelings out. Mommy, if you can hear me, I'm so sorry. Please forgive me. I love you even when you leave me alone with the wolves, even when you stop talking to me when I say that I love you, I love you very much! Don't leave me, don't go back to Hell or Heaven, or else I'd die. I'd... Die. -- The live and beating heart was coated in poisonous blood that reeked of something far worse than death or decay. It reeked of Hell's pungent fumes. The Godchild stared up at the frozen statue made of stone and cried. The organ was scaring it. Throw it away! Throw it away! It hurt. The poison burned holes into its skin. Where was mom? Where was she? The thought of her going away made it cry even louder. There were no sounds emitting from the forest. No mocking laughter from the trees or birds. No growling from the wolves. Nothing. And as the beating heart thumped in its open palm, the sensation was too strong and the Godchild blacked out. -- You decide what happens. Spent hours on this twisted thing. I don't really know why I wrote it. The feeling of abandonment and loneliness is something we've all felt, right? Even deceit and lies. This world is full of 'em. Maybe I wrote this because I always read fairytales in my spare time when I was a child. Maybe I wrote this because I used to dream about seeing a child with crystallized eyes when I was young. Maybe I was thinking about my inspirational place which involved a happy version of a forest clearing and a grotesque and creepy version of a forest clearing. Maybe all of them. Anyway, yeah. You decide on the ending. :3 Although my ending would be that the heart burns its hand and it dies from the loss of blood and lives in Heaven? Maybe? Maybe it's a twoshot? Meh. And I used 'it' because the child from my dreams was... genderless. It looked male but it had this feminine aura to it. ._. Kthnxbai.
'it looked male but had this feminine aura' the things you say Goldia. Nice to see some proper vocabulary and spelling for once. Thumbs up and cheers~ -Nightmare
;D I'm serious! Like, he/she had this very lady like body... Just like ones you see on five year old girls (I'm not a pedophile. ._.) He was so cute though... His eyes were completely crystallized. The irises, anyway. They stared right through your soul and he had such delicate smooth white skin. ,_, Omgmydreams,comebacktomeeee
I truly think this is one of your best stories, because it revolves around something we all can relate to. Lies, hatred, loneliness, and not knowing. I've said this like a million times before, and I'll say it again: It is so hard to believe that you are so young. You continue to amaze me.
Thanks Lindsey. It's really nice to hear this from fellow authors and readers. :3 Although I didn't really put that in mind, about how those feelings were something we can all relate to, what I really thought about were the deepest darkest feelings in the pits of our hearts that we almost never reveal to anyone. I used them as inspiration. Feelings are truly fascinating and something I'm always thinking about 24/7, and one day, it just came to me. So I took 4 hours writing it down, paragraph by paragraph. ._. although I have to admit, I have mixed feelings about this piece. A part of me thinks it's one of my best works, another part of me thinks it could have more effort put into it. The way I see it, it's sortof rushed. Aaaand I'm pretty sure I have some grammar and spelling mistakes and a helluva lot of other crap in it. Ah well. :3
Chloe I love your stories. There always different than all the others! Your a great writer. It's so descriptive, I mostly liked the end when she's seeing the world with her own eyes.
Oh Goldia >.> Look at some of the OTHER Fanfictions at this forum AND THEN talk about your grammar and spelling mistakes. (Some of the stories are doing my head in. :/) As always, this piece is as fantastic and mind blowing as your other pieces. It's not those romantic crap and it's not necessarily all about horror either. So what can I say? A fantastic piece of work~ P.S. Ever thought of becoming an author? -Nightmare
*it I feel like discriminating against kids who have a male-ish look and feminine aura. ._. No. Seriously. I do. I have to stare at those characters real hard in animes and mangas to realize what gender they are. ,__, truth be told, the kid had this hair that looked like Near from Death Note. *shudders*
Thanks to all of your comments. Actually, I have thought about becoming an author. I have a helluva lot of other careers in mind, but if all else fails, I can just sit in front of the computer and type my butt off. The outcome will be beautiful. (and when I mean beautiful.... I mean the pile of shit full of drawings on the Paint program I have installed on my Windows. ,_,)