Stories for Midnight

Cinderella

A/N: This is an AU where Cinderella never has the fairy godmother and never goes to the ball and then the gory/horror part comes after that. However up untill that point, it's pretty much the same as the Disney film... i'll try my hardest to be quick with that part. I'd like it if you read the stuff after the squiggily line at least though i'd positively love it if you read it all.

Cinderella was having a terrible day. The prince's ball was tonight and she had no way of going, no dress. Her apron had ripped, she had spilled tea on her white blouse, and the cat- that wretched cat- had scratched her. Not to mention she had only completed half of her chores, and her stepmother would probably add a few chores to her list later in the day. She was currently in the process of washing the clothes, and this was her least favorite of all the chores. She quickly finished it and went to the kitchents to make Drizella and Anastasia's lunches. As she did this, she hummed. The sandwhiches went onto the platter and the hot tea was poured into the cups and then she picked up Anastasia's tray to bring it to her room. Then Drizella's. The morning and afternoon passed like this, Cinderella doing random chores around the house as the girls and Lady Tremaine left and did whatever the wanted. As Cinderella worked she pondered how she was going to go to the prince's ball tonight. She knew that this was her last chance to escape her stepmother's house. If the prince did not marry her or see her situation then she would be a maid to her terrible stepfamily for the entire period of her life that mattered. It was now, or never, and Cinderella had the hopeless feeling that it would be the latter. But she knew she couldn't do it, she could never spend the rest of her life like this.

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Before Cinderella's stepfamily came home, Gus presented her with the gown that the animals had made, and Cinderella felt tears rolling down her cheeks with relief.

So she happily and eagerly finished her chores, knowing that this was the last time she would ever do so, because now she could at least go and tell the Prince of her situation.

But when the stepsisters came home, and she presented to them the dress that was her freedom, the wicked Lady Tremaine metioned the pearls. The pearls that the sisters had rejected and thrown out. And then they flew into a rage and tore her dress apart, leaving her with nothing but rags hanging on her thin frame. Then they marched off to the castle, leaving Cinderella destroyed and as torn as the fabric that she was weeping over. She looked up, her face a open book of pain and suffering and confusion and furstration and rage. Her eyes were red from the tears that left silvery trails of lost hope on her pale cheeks. And her sanity began to break down and the sight of her lost freedom, as gone as a caged bird set free, but that was so wrong because she should have been the bird flying free. And as the sisters danced the night away with a prince and their mother looked on with smug pride she began a descent into insanity that stemmed from a hatred of her situation and hopelessness and loss. And all her hatred was centered on three people- Drizella, Anastasia, and Tremaine. Her broken mind plotted revenge for what they had done to her and she vowed that she would destroy them for what she had done. So she got to work.

Tremaine had posions in a locked cabinet, but Cinderella stole the key and took a bottle from it. Then she made tea for them, their favorite kind of tea. Then she put two drops from the bottle into each of the three cups. The potion would destroy their digestive system as it passed through it then a combination of hunger and the posion iteself will kill them. She grinned a most unbeautiful smile and returned to the bottle, relocked it and replaced the key in its proir position. Then she grabbd the sharpest kitchen knife and hid it in the folds of her clothes. Late that night they all rode back in a hired carriage, and Cinderella resented this because it meant that they had spent a lot of time at the party that could have saved her. She put on a smile and went out to greet them... revenge will come later. They nosily came in and as they went up to their rooms they told her to prepare their evening tea. With a smile, Cinderella went back into the kitchens. She made sure the tea was warm then brought it up to them. Then she went and took the keys to be basement. Later that night, it began. A terrible wailing was coming from Anastasia's room. Cinderella went up to her room and knocked her out, dragging her body into the basement and locking it again. Becoming impatient she went and knocked out her sleeping stepmother and stepsister and poured the tea into their mouths. Then she dragged them down to the basement as well. She smiled an insane smile because now she could have her revenge and fun.

She immediately went to work, carving shapes and words into their legs and arms, the blood tripping and pooling together in a way Cinderella's unhinged mind found beautiful. Then they woke up. Cinderella had tied them up facing one another and she went to work on her mother first. First she began with taking the knife and cutting her hair off of her head. Then Cinderella began to cut off her fingers, one by one, relishing her screams of agony and with each finger reminding her of how she had wronged her. The blood from the stumps gushed, soaking the front of her dress and Cinderella's torn apron. Drizella and Anastasia were quaking in their bonds. She then left her stepmother, still conscious and with only three remaining fingers. Cinderella knew that the poison would cause more pain than she could and that she should keep her alive for at least a day. Then she turned towards Drizella who immediately began sobbing and wailing. Cinderella scornfully regarded her then, as she was tired of her screams, struck the knife down her throat and destroyed her larynx. Drizella was now mute and could not speak. Then Cinderella cut away the knuckles and tips of Drizella's fingers so that her fingers were a bloody mess of flesh and muscle. Then Cinderella cut off her entire other hand, hearing the bone splinter and seeing the blood well up and spill, gushing, over the front of her nightgown and the shocked screech of Drizella. Cinderella then took bloody and broken stump and tied it in a bucket of pig dung she had prepared earlier. The infection of such an open wound would certainly be painful. And then the poison could cause true agony. Then she looked finally upon Anastasia, who was sobbing. But Cinderella had grown tired of her sobs. She took the knife and gorged out Anastasia's eyes, seeing the material turn to mush under the pressure of her knife and hearing Anastasia's tortured screams of pain as blood began to pour down like rain from Anastasia'a empty eye sockets. Cinderella felt a tear drip down from her eye. "Now you cry as I cried when you took away my hope at freedom," She hissed at Anastasia. But her body had fallen unconscious. Cinderella merely looked around and the destroyed bodies of Tremaine and Drizella and smiled. Tomorrow they would know even greater pain. And tomorrow they did. With their digestive systems turned to mush, and their wounds inflicted by Cinderella, their condition deteriorated rapidly. As Drizella died, in her stepsister's last moments, Cinderella cleaved her nose right off of her face. She had to deal with the pain for 15 seconds before her body shut down and she died a bloody mess. As Tremaine died, Cinderella took a wood chopping axe and removed her legs from her upper body. For an entire minute she screamed and cried and wailed, her blood pooling out from her broken body to mingle with the blood of her daughters. Then her body too faded away into death. As Anastasia died, Cinderella cut long stripes of wet red necklaces into her neck and she held on for 30 seconds before she died dripping blood and sticky. Her work dome, Cinderella put down the knife. She quietly left the basement, locking the door behind her. She stripped off her clothes then changed into the best traveling gown her stepfamily had owned. Then she took a suitcase and packed it with all manner of things that she would need for a long trip- money, clothing, shoes, and the like. She took her mother's finest gold chain and placed the key to the basement upon it. Then she placed it around her neck, where it would stay until her dying breath. She went to the stables and took the finest horse and put it in the finest saddle. Then she mounted up, rode off down the street, and was never seen again.