Thread: Big Bad Trouble [Juicy x Google]

The sound of a light melody rang through the moist breeze. Fall was changing to winter, and you could smell the damp in the air and see the color transition on the leaves. I hummed a light lullaby while raking the front stairs of our miniscule log cabin. The cottage house was just on the outskirts of the small village in France. I lived with my father, a lower class citizen trying to make a career out of his imagination a strong talent I inherited. Being an inventor, there was barely any money going in to the household, but it didn't really matter. I hosted a small vegetable garden in the backward, and we got bread donated from the local bakery. We got by fairly well. I did my best to help around where I could here and there. But it was a small town, and paying for things with gold wasn't really the mode of payment it was more trading items and food, among other things. But still, it was a happy and untouched village. Dusk was settling in and soon be to transfer over to dark, and my father had yet to return. He should have been home early morning, but no sign or hear from him yet. Of course, it was only normal to be late, some times a couple of days but he was incredibly punctual and I began to worry. I was just about to enter the cottage before I heard a muffled noise to my right. I turned only to be abruptly greeted by Philippe, the horse who had carried my father's cart into the forest. Philippe! What is it, boy? He look confused and whipped his head around while making spitting noises with his mouth. Pieces of wood were dragging behind him. It was the remnants from the carriage. I ran to the door and unhooked a coat .I headed back and untied the broken wood and mounted the horse. I pulled on his reigns and after much struggle, finally got him to set back into the forest. He began to trot, but slowed himself when nearing the darkness of the woods. He made rough hissing sounds before backing up. With sudden flails, Philippe took off running, but turned around, and began to jump around as if something was attacking him. Philippe! Philippe! Whoa boy! Whoa! I was thrown off of his back and he disappeared into the shadows of the trees. I stood up from the cold ground, groaning in pain from the rough landing. I was wrapped around in my cloak that I had thrown on before hopping on Philippe. I rolled around on the ground, like an injured worm trying to squirm for life. I stopped in my tracks to the sound of growling. My eyes shifted over to the sight of a pack of wolves looking down at me. A blob of drool fell onto my face. My body began to shiver in fear. Nice... doggies... The leader snapped, and I began to scream at the top of my petite lungs. I rolled around, finally standing on to my two feet where I was being pounced by raging wild animals. They latched onto my dress shaking their heads from left to right and slowly tearing it piece by piece until there was almost nothing left. I picked up a log and began to defend myself. Once I smacked one out cold, the rest slowly started to wean off. Get away! I screamed. I was lucky, my skin was barely broken but a few scratches here and there. I turned around, almost falling over to the sight of a gigantic castle standing tall in front of me. My legs wobbled over to the gates and I shook them hard until they swung open suddenly. I fell onto my face, the ripped cloak fluttering on top of me. My body trembled in cold. My dress was sprawled all over the ground behind me, in literal pieces, and I had but a few shreds of dress left to cover my thin image. Bringing myself to my feet, I wrapped the cloak around my body and approach the door. Hello? Hello!? Does anyone live here? Papa? Papa? Helloooo? I bumped my fists against the door. I heard the locks crack and cringe open. The door slowly leaned into the house to leave a small opening for myself. I looked around and poked my head in. Hello? My voice echoed throughout the palace. The house was in the dark with the exception of a few candles that lit up the path up a crumbling staircase. I crept up the stairway only to be lead to a dungeon. Papa? Papa! I ran over to the bars where he was hunched over, coughing, and trying to hold my hands. Belle...! You must leave! Now! Before it's to- He choked on his own words, coughing out a wad of blood from the back of his throat. I swore in the name of Christ, but he silenced me and continued to speak. Before he comes back, you have to escape. Leave me here... or you will end up just the same, or worse! I looked at him confused, He? Who's he? No. I'm not leaving! I'm going to get you out. There was a loud slamming noise behind me. Papa yelled out in protection as I turned around pushing me away to try and get me to run. But his screams and pleas were blurred out in my mind. The only this I could focus on was the shadow enlarging before my very eyes. My jaw dropped open as I clenched the torn cloak to my nude body. My eyes bulged out of my face in fear. I couldn't recognize the huge figure before me, but judging by the sheer size of the thing, I knew I was in trouble big, bad trouble.