A Neglected Perspective || Sisters Grimm

3 || Cataclysm of a Doomed Life

Emma woke up to an explosion. She couldn't help but think, this is how a fiction novel starts the rise of action isn't it?

She raced out of bed, wanting to witness the protagonist do something really cool, assuming that the protagonist was her sister. Why wouldn't it be Allison? She had the Faerie powers, she had the problem with their parents, and she had to fight for her love. Although you had to warp it a bit, Allison would be a great protagonist.

"EMMA?" her mother called out. "Where are you, baby?"

Emma coughed and tried to reach where her mother's voice was coming from. "MOM!!!" she screamed wildly. She was blinded by the smoke everywhere. "Mom, help!"

The smoke stung her eyes. It snaked into her lungs, making it harder for the young girl to breathe. She covered her mouth with her shirt, knowing that she would soon pass out due to smoke inhalation soon.

She heard the strangled cries of her parents, causing her to move faster. Even if Allison was the protagonist, Emma was determined to at least try to save her parents. She wanted to cry out again, but when she opened her mouth all that came out was coughing.

Suddenly a light shone through the smoke. Emma was almost grateful. She hurriedly rushed towards the light, happy that she finally found an end. The light was blinding, but so was hope. It was only too late when she saw the carnivorous grin the bearer of the light wore and her family bound to chairs.

Emma didn't have time to react before someone knocked her out.

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When Emma woke, she didn't even want to close her eyes. She had the feeling that one would get when the woke up, but didn't want to get out of bed. Emma kept her eyes close in hopes of being able to go back to sleep. Hopefully her headache would be gone by then.

It wasn't long before her stomach caught a foot. She cried out, not quite registering the pain due to the fact that she was still drowsy. Emma was more surprised than she was in pain.

"Looks like our little princess is awake," an eerily familiar, male voice sneered. "Mother, what shall we do with her?"

A low snicker erupted from her left. Emma gradually lifted her head, trying to put a tough face on. She would face these conniving pair on her own terms, even if she was seemingly tied to a chair.

Her hair shielded her eyes from the light that shined above her. She couldn't see the face of her captor; it required her to lift her head too high. She could just make out the torso of her captor and confirmed that he was definitely male. There was another, to her left, but Emma couldn't make out what they looked like from her peripheral vision.

Emma was abruptly jolted forward as someone grabbed her chin and yanked her upwards. She was blinded by the sudden exposure to such a bright light. Nails dug into her chin, causing her to scream out even more.

Tears sprung from Emma's eyes. Her vision cleared a little bit more, and she could just make out the heart-shaped face of a person she'd come to loathe. Of all the people to have kidnapped her, it had to be the one that hated her the most, didn't it?

"Mrs. Hart, what a lovely surprise finding you here," Emma said through gritted teeth. She had learned a bit sarcasm from Allison. "You look pretty young, but might I remind you that the government banned school corporal punishment in the 20th century."

She spat in Emma's face, not bothering to respond to the witty child. "Emma, you're just like your mother when she was your age," Mrs. Hart tossed Emma's head to the side and began pacing, "and I want to kill you as much as I wanted to kill your mother when she was your age. It's such a pity that I have better plans for you. Grimm's always seem to have power that they don't deserve."

Emma glared at her. As much as she hated people monologuing, this did give her a little time to imagine her way out of this situation.

To review, Emma was bound to a wobbly, wooden chair by a very secure rope tying her hands behind her back. There was a boy around Allison's age standing off to the side, at the edge of the light. Mrs. Hart was continuing her little spiel, giving Emma the advantage of time.

A plan began to formulate in Emma's mind. Never has Emma been more envious of Allison's training. Fortunately, Emma watched some sessions and picked up a couple things.

While Mrs. Hart's back was turned, Emma ran towards the boy. Just as she calculated, the boy tried to reach out the grab the chair, tilting it so that Emma could kick the two front legs off the unstable chair. The young girl twisted her body to bring the chair to snap the back legs as she reached for the legs that had already broken off.

Emma then sat down, placing her feet onto the seat of the chair. She broke the seat off, thus breaking the back in half so that her arms where free, but still tied to two wooden planks.

By now, Mrs. Hart was screaming her head off. The boy tried to fight back, but all males have weaknesses, and Emma exploited his. The ten-year-old could hear footsteps pounding against the ground, and decided it would be best if she found a place to hide before she was extremely out numbered.

Wielding two chair-legs, Emma ran as fast as her legs could carry her. She had no idea where to go, but she knew that stopping was an even worse idea than getting lost. She ran, taking turns at random, until she couldn't hear the footsteps of whatever forces Mrs. Hart has.

That's when Emma knew it was best until she hid. She glanced at the wristwatch her mother bought her for her 9th birthday.

The wristwatch was quite normal, except there was a small circle on the face that rotated. The circle was divided in half, one side depicting a sun and the other depicting a moon. It differentiated the time of day it was. Emma had never needed this aspect of her watch but it was nice to have it now.

She read the clock and estimated that it was around 9 at night. Emma, being the insomniac bookworm she was, was used to staying up late. It was a habit that would definitely come back to bite her, but it was aiding her now.

Looking around in the room she hid in, she figured it was someone's bedroom. The room seemed to not have been lived in recently. It did have personal belongings of the room's owner, but Emma could sense the dust everywhere. It wasn't good for her allergies, but she'd just have to deal with it. Hopefully she'd be fine.

But, as it has recently, Emma's luck gave out, and she heard footsteps approaching. The young girl wasn't completely sure that they were going to the room, but she dove under the bed anyways. It was better safe than sorry.

A light streamed into the room as the door opened, illuminating the floor. A sigh was heard as a pair of green shoes made their way across the room. Emma's heart pounded in her ears.

The shoes went into an adjourning room that Emma hadn't noticed. The girl let out a sigh that she didn't know she'd been holding. She inched closer to the middle of the underside of the bed. Getting caught was not an option.

Unfortunately, it was dark under the bed, and Emma couldn't see where she was scooting. Her elbow hit a button of sorts. Alarmed, her mind screamed millions of gibberish prayers to gibberish deities. She couldn't decipher anything that was going on except panic.

Much to her surprise, A Thousand Miles by Vanessa Carlton started blaring out of the radius of where Emma hit the button. Laughter was just threatening to crawl out of her body. The sense of panic was quickly replaced with humor, like a push of a button.

Emma didn't even notice it when a door swung open, lightly tapping the wall adjacent to it, or when the green shoes she saw earlier approached. It was only when the owner of those green shoes yanked her out from under the bed when she realized the imminent peril she was in.

"Oh crap," she swore as her wide, green eyes met glittering, hazel ones.

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