AN: Sorry, just this once, I'm writing a short chapter. And please guys, Unknown, S1, and
others, don't wait on me to write a new chapter. And Loony, I can tell you're trying, you
really are.
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Marie sat down, it didn't feel right standing at this point and her growing audience, all of
them transfixed, all of them entranced by the revelation she was telling. Of how three little
girls had turned into the most horrid black hearted monsters that Glendale had ever seen.
The white gallery wolf Betty sat by her nephew the muscle bound Lawrence.
The twins Cassandra and Lilly of course sitting in the lap of their two headed father
Maddex, his two third eyes on Marie while his remaining eyes on the children he had
missed hugging while a simple shadow, his extra set of arms not ceasing to hug them.
And now of course, Samantha, in her white dress with blue apron, five year old, just like
Marie was now. Marie had been created to be a replacement of the monster Kurse had
made Samantha into for a short time. However, Marie didn't pass for a perfect twin, her
blond fur had a metallic shine to it, and her blue eyes reminded Samantha of the color of
glass.
All of them dressed in Victorian era clothes (included Maddex that were perfectly tailored
for his extra parts), they listened to Marie's voice.
"So Golgatha who would was at the time known as Goldwyn was with the cat who'd become
their familiar familiar, Princess whose real secret name was Herodias. She left her sisters
both by blood and in spirit to watch over the small little girl statue of Joella and her broken
mind inside."
"So they really made it inside the wolf pack territory?" Maddex asked surprised at the idea
that -anyone- could successfully trespass on the Big Bad Wolves' land.
Like any child of European descent in modern American time, Samantha had not been
shielded by any and all sins committed by her long dead ancestors, "Weren't the wolves
back then really big and really bad?"
"Much more so in Europe." Marie said, "The Big Bad Wolf Pack in America like any colonial
population was made up of people that were either politically or socially unwanted. The
members who made up the Big Bad Wolf Pack in Glendale in those days while by modern
standards were militaristic and almost -savages-. During the day's standards they were
radical thinkers compared to the European branch of the Big Bad Wolf Pack: which is why
the rest of their pack dumped them on a boat in the first place..."
"How do you know all that?" Beatrice asked the five year old.
"I told you before, I am Kurse as she perceived herself, I have the understanding and clarity
she -thought- she had after the three had gone mad from exposure to the Infinite Chaos
directly. As such I have their memories and experiences. But since I am how they THOUGHT
of themselves, that means I can see their acts of destruction for what it was and not for
what they thought of it as."
"I'm sorry." Beatrice said at once looking at this small child cursed to know such evil.
"So am I." Glass Marie said. "Goldwyn was shielded from any member of the wolf pack
seeing her and thinking 'intruder' or any hearing her steps and thinking 'someone's here
that doesn't belong' or smelling her and thinking 'human is nearby.' This pushed Princess'
ingrained abilities to their limit. Goldwyn unlike thieves and poachers marched straight
onto their land with no fear, having little idea just what the wolf pack would do if caught in
a hunting lust and smelled a human or leoman who was where they didn't belong. ...
Princess at the end of the day, while trying to encourage the future where the three
witchlings became anarchists, was very VERY loyal to Goldwyn and her sisters. She showed
her a stone alcove formed naturally out of the rock, on land that hadn't been cleared for
farming on the pack's estate. It was a perfect spot to hide Joella in her statue form until
the three achieved the level of power they needed to free her of her catatonic state."
"And did they?" Lilly asked.
Marie said, "It took an entire day to drag the statue Joella to the hiding spot they had
chosen. Joella herself was thinking, when she was able to think or care, they were
abandoning her. Of course with Goldwyn missing for an entire day, Running-Bear was
beginning to get very suspicious, and no amount of magic would keep his -common
sense- from ultimately putting two and two together, all he'd ultimately need was one tiny
clue to realize the truth of things."
Lilly corrected, "I meant did they fix Joella's mind and make her alive again?"
Marie said as if she hadn't even heard Lilly, "Of course this left princess divided between
courting of males, narrowing the familiar candidates, and serving her mistress. And that's
not counting when she'd have her first little that very next year. Spreading herself thin to
keep Running-Bear from noticing her."
"What about Joella?" Lilly repeated.
"Once she was 'safe and sound' the girls began to double, then triple their efforts of
becoming more powerful and 'helping others' to test out and practice with that power.
Many things that were myths and legends before became reality thanks to the three of
them."
"I meant! Did they fix Joella and make her a real girl again?"
"At that same time back in Europe," Marie said almost forcefully, "Marie, that is the girl
who had been given the name Marie Cruz by her good father, having forgotten the name
her birth parents had given her, continued to be molded into a 'modern' knight templar."
"A zealot?" Maddex asked.
"No, holy warrior. Slayer. Monster-Hunter. Or any other meaningless moniker you want to
give her. Her identity as an alter boy by day and a hunter by night as her aging god father
was a priest by day and a plague doctor by night... but deep down, a part of her still saw
all of this as a game, a task, or at least nothing that was completely dangerous...she didn't
yet understand how dangerous some things that existed like witches could be... but she
was about to learn at the same time that the witchlings were lamenting their error with
Joella and hiding her.
Marie had heard about a child kidnapper, parents praying for their children's safe return at
the church she serviced at. That was when Marie thought of her father, and wishing to
impress him chose to be a hero.
She walked down the street she heard the adults talk about, which the police to the best of
their ability had gone down searching but found nothing. But Marie was smaller than they
were, she looked through the nooks and carnies... and she had heard children laughing....
she followed the sound through a building... and found them... And they all looked at her...
with eyes like a sea of blood, fangs like we'd know as needles, and skin as pale as corpses.
"Come play with us! Join us!" they all said together. And an old man as pale as then, gnarly
and bald and dressed like a gentleman walked among them. And told the girl "Welcome to
your new family." Marie screamed and ran, and the children followed her. And after she
came back to the building she had followed the noise down into the catacombs from, they
cornered her. And that was when the instinct for survival that had been engraved on her
soul when the landlord who burned her parents bodies tried to burn her awakened to it's
full strength, and all her god father had taught her was put to the test.
Marie lay there on her hands and knee, sobbing and shaking among the now motionless
child corpses, impaled through the heart or beheaded by her... there was so much blood...
but at the same time so little...
That was when the man found her, not nearly as upset as a man who had lost his 'family'
should have been, instead he acted like it was a meaningless set back, and in a 'easy come,
easy go' attitude he told her that he'd just start again with her. Marie screamed like a wild
animal, madly catching the man off guard and managing to tear out one of his eyes in the
process. The pale man at once clawed her face...
A couple seconds later the pale man was impaled from behind through the heart by a cain
sword belonging to a plague doctor... Her god father would have spanked her bottom
bright red twice over for her action, if he didn't see she was already frightened out of her
mind. He took her in his arms and left the building... by the time morning came, the
corpses of the pale man and the children he had taken for his own had turned to ashes..."
(again, sorry for this chapter being so sort)