Catching Princesses

District 9

(Beauty and the Beast)

First off, why is spelling beauty so hard? I type anything BUT beauty. I typed beaty, bauety and bueaty.

I don't care. At this point, I'm just going to type it the way I want to

Gaston was parading in the village again. It was his fourth time this week. People were crowding around him and kissing parts of his body. (ew)

Why you may ask?

A fortune teller predicted that Gaston would be picked as tribute this year. As soon as Gaston's father, the mayor had heard, he announced it to the entire village and demanded a parade be thrown for his 'blessed' son to wish him off.

The village loved Gaston. 90% of them loved him because of lies they'd heard from other villagers, which depicted Gaston as a handsome, chivalrous man who wanted to do good in this world and feed the poor children of District 9.

The others knew Gaston was not who he was portrayed to be and were blackmailed into pretending they loved him and making up lies to make Gaston sound good. They did it out of fear of what Gaston might do to them. He was the Mayor's son after all, and that gave him power over others and a reputation.

Right now, they were parading Gaston towards Belle's house. Gaston was planning on pressuring her into going out with him. He was hoping that if Belle rejected him, he would use the villagers to gaslight her into agreeing.

Gaston pretended to hesitate as he reached to knock. "But what if she says no?"

"Don't worry Gaston!" One shouted

"She'll be happy to go out with such a handsome chap like you!" An old woman shouted, her voice cracking.

Suddenly, the old woman's chest gave out and she fell to the ground, weak hands gripping the skin around her heart. The old woman cried out in pain, her heart slowly starting to slow down. 

(I SWEAR THIS WASN'T INTENTIONAL)

The old woman raised one hand out weakly as she felt her body start to fall forward. And with all her remaining strength, raised her middle finger. then she died.

(I felt like writing someone's death)

"Yeah!" A couple more shouted in unison.

Gaston knocked and a few seconds later Belle opened the door.

Belle was dressed in a simple yellow dress with a brown belt. Her hair was held up in a bun. "Gaston? What are you-"

Gaston grabbed her hand and fell to his knees. "Belle, the love of my life! From the moment I laid my eyes on you, I was entranced by your beauty! You simply look divine!"

Gaston kept rambling on nonsense until Belle slowly took her hand back. "Gaston, I appreciate it a lot, and I'm happy you think I look absolutely divine, but, I'm not interested in going out with you."

Gasps were heard from the crowd.

"How could you reject him in front of everyone!"

"You're cruel!"

"Horrible!"

"The poor boy just wants to go out with the love of his life before he goes to the arena!"

"Yeah!"

(If the next part sounds weird, don't blame me, I did this in 2 sittings)(2 sittings? more like 20)

"Is it true Gaston?" Belle asked as Gaston downed down another drink.

(I swear this one was coincidently)

"What's true Ava?" Gaston asked, slightly drunk.

"My name is Belle, not Ava. Is it true that you're going to be picked?" Bella asked.

"Yah! They're going to pick me, then I'm going to win against them all and be crowned victor!" Gaston grabbed another glass and started chugging it.

The two had started off at a picnic, then Gaston had dragged her over to a bar, claiming he couldn't get drunk. (Clearly not true.)

"How are you so sure?" Belle asked, curious.

Gaston grinned, "Because I put my name in the reaping 100 times this year!"

Belle choked. How did he even manage to do that?

"Why do you want to go to the games?"

Gaston grinned arrogantly, "Because I'll win! Those other rats can't even be compared to me!"

After a few minutes of watching Gaston act like the idiot he is, Belle got tired of watching and decided to head home.

"Hey, Gaston?"

"Yes, Annaliese?" Gaston chugged another pint of beer

Dam, this guy is going to have one hell of a hangover. Belle mused, "I'm going home, it's getting late"

"What?! Don't go, Diana!" Gaston got up to stop her and smacked into the table right in front of him.

Where does he even get those names?

"Alright, I'll stay for a while" Belle sighed, contemplating on how she should leave.

After around 15 minutes, Gaston got up again, tripped on his shoes, got up again, smacked into another table, kept going, and tripped again on his way to the bartender.

Belle saw this as a chance to leave and quickly bolted out of the bar.

"Oh sweet air, how I missed you! I'm never going to get the stink of drunk people and alcohol off this dress" Belle sighed as headed home.

(on a completely unrelated note, why are they called nightMARES? Why not nightLIONS or nightOWLS? Like it just doesn't make sense. This is giving me an idea for a short story.)

(next day)

Belle headed to the reaping the next day wearing a pretty pink dress.

(I have no idea what to write)

After an hour, the reaping finally started.

"And the female tribute from District 9 is..." The escort,

"Belle French!" (I searched it up, that's her name.)

Belle's eyes widened as she heard her name being called.

She forced herself to go up the stage just as the escort unfolded another piece of paper:

"And the male tribute from District 9 is... Gaston Gaston!"

(Google won't give me his full name)

Gaston walked up the stage practically radiating overconfidence and arrogance.

Oh god. Belle thought in horror as she stood next to the escort, I'm going to die with Gaston nearby.

YESS IM FINALLY DONE. HOLY SHIT MAN THIS TOOK WAY TOO LONG