Normal is Boring

The plan is working

You see that picture there, that is Poison. In the morning I felt fine, I still had the silver around my neck and all, but other than that I felt fine. In fact I felt better then I had in a really, really long time. Hey Snow, I heard a calm voice say to me, as I started waking up. The first thing that went through my mind was to imminently say something of the lines of, My name's not Snow and it's not Farrah either my name is Poison, and I'm Pitch Black's new daughter, created from the hands of his mother the evil witch herself, and I've come to destroy all of you guardians once and for all.

But I didn't. First of all, you know how much trouble I'd be in?! 2nd I'd be breaking my cover, I had to pretend to be Jacky's little girl, for as long as I was here. Be the oh so perfect little angel North knew me as, be my brother's little goody, goody twin sister, and be the kind hearted magic loving cousin to the famous Peter Pan, and Best friend to the one and only Justin Bieber.

For Farrah that would be easy no problem, I could easily just be myself, but as Poison? Well you see where that might be kind of difficult. Wake up! I heard a not so pleasant voice yell into my hear, from my hidden ear piece. Poison wake up! The 1st thing I wanted to say was, yeah, yeah ok, ok I'm already. But that would give out suspicions, everybody would've asked me who I was talking to, which meant I had to lie.

As Poison that wouldn't had been a problem to just lie to their faces, but as the goody, goody I was pretending to still be if it wouldn't had been because of Jack I could still be myself, but Jack had just had to have followed me, this was his fault, he would die first.

Not that I could physically kill someone, that little good girl was still part of me, and I needed her to take over for now, just until, I could go back to my family, and be evil again, so for now I'd have to be Farrah wreathe I liked it or not.

Huh? What? Yeah uh hi Jack, good morning. You ok Farrah? Yeah why? Do you feel sick of any way shape or form. The voice in my head came back to tell him that I was fine, that meant he'd take the silver off of me. I'm fine, now can you please take this thing off of me?

I wish I could, but I can't. Why not?! Because it is made of strong bonded magic little one, I heard a Russian voice say coming into the room. A magic who what now?! Suddenly from the sound of my voice everybody just had to come in and check on me.

Please get it off of me?! It would be my pleasure angel. I wanted to roll my eyes and say that I was no angel, but I couldn't, because I had to be. So just like that it was off. Ok, ok I can do this I can do this I thought to myself, changing my forms.

Good I was really all healed up. I ran around the room in my wolf form, having all kinds of fun. A few weeks went by and I was gaining everyone's trust, that evil witch had stopped checking up on me a few weeks into the plan satisfied that her plan to take down the guardians was gonna work.

As my evil little self I was happy about this, or so I thought, the more I thought I was starting to feel bad for them that our plan was working the more I got angry that I thought that my good self was gonna eat my evil up alive. I couldn't let that happen, but I also couldn't expose myself.

I had a few weeks later completely taken out the head set pieces and had put them in a box by my bed, still keeping the necklace on afraid of what would happen if I took it off. Eventually, a few days later however I did take it off, but I was surprised to find out that nothing changed, that maybe she was wrong about the guardians, that we really were the bad guys, that I wanted to be a good guy again.

Snap out of it, this isn't you quickly put the necklace back on, you're falling apart, you can't think this way, the plan is going so well, don't screw it up now! But I didn't listen, I knew in the next few weeks, I'd have to leave before someone noticed I was acting strange and then where would I been?! Sunk! That's where I'd be sunk and in a world of trouble from my master.