PROLOGUE
You grow up on fairytales- you know, two or more people, sometimes less, go off into somewhere dark and scary...face some sort of monster, someone comes to rescue them, and everyone but the 'monster' lives happily ever after. The children listening to the story learn a lesson from the moral, or whatever.
My brother and I heard those stories too. But...with a slightly... different ending.
The kids that run away die. They get murdered, mutilated- and when Little Red Riding Hood gets eaten, she stays that way. The Gingerbread Man runs away- and kills a few people along the way. I still can't figure out the moral of that story.
The creatures in those stories, now, are angry, with how their stories have been changed to suit little kids, to be more 'age-appropriate'. Needless to say, they're majorly pissed.
So now my brother and I have to stop those fairytales, before they can start killing people again. Now I know what you may be thinking- 'Aside from the first stupidity that the fairytales are real, of course you believe that they're coming alive to try to kill people, Bellatrix! Now, the people in the white lab coats called yesterday- they said it's time for another visit.'
I hate sceptics, I really do; they get on my nerves. Supernatural creatures are real- my brother and I just happen to hunt one certain type.
All this stuff is real. You just have to know where to look. Of course, I won't tell you that- you'll go and get yourselves killed. Humans are stupid. Sorry, but that's true too.
OK, so I'm going to shut up now, and let you get into the story.
