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Once the day ended, you made your way to Drama club and worked on the sets for three hours before it was time. Kim and Chris told you to go home some you could try to nurse your wounds. Mandy said that her and Mike would be there tomorrow morning at your house. Betsy even said she would bring her car so that she could take you guys to school. 

When you woke up next morning, you were in a world of pain. You rolled out of bed with a groan, clawing weakly at your alarm clock. "Ugh....Shit," you mumbled. 

Getting up, you walked over to your mirror. The bruises on your face darkness.  You had to wear make up today but you knew that if Arthur or Alfred decided to punch you in your face, you wouldn't be able to hide your pain. 

You had bruises on you stomach and legs as well. You made a mental note to kick Allen's bad boy ass next time he wanted to fight. 

You slipped on a black turtle neck sweater  with a winter best over it and a pair of red skinny jeans. You pushed your hair back into a bun and put on some make up. 

The door bell rang exactly at 7:30. Mandy, Mike and Besty were already there. Mandy threw a bag of doughnuts at your face. 

"How are your bruises?" Mike asked. 

"Not good. I took some painkillers," you said. 

"________, you're not gonna do anything reckless today, are you?" Mike asked.  

"What would I do that's 'reckless,' Mikey?" 

"Provoke Alfred," Betsy said as she made some coffee. 

"Get revenge on Allen," Mandy said. 

"Er.....well....," you said. You hadn't exactly told them your little plan today. 

"Oh, God! What are you planning?" Mike groaned. 

"Revenge but on Alfred, not on Allen. And I have the perfect plan.......," you said with that signature smirk. 

Matter much persuading and bribing, you and your friends devised a prank that would most definitely get you killed it you were caught. It. Was. Perfect. And you knew exactly who to go to for the details. 

"Francy Pants!" You called out in a sing-song voice. 

"It's the Frau again," you heard someone grumble. 

"Gilbert!" You smiled at the Prussian. "Francis! Where's Toni?" 

"Right here, Chica." Said the cheerful boy. "How can we be of assistance to the great and amazing ________."

You turned around and smirked out your friends as to say, 'see that. I'm great and amazing.' They either rolled their eyes or they signed in exasperation, except Kim who was really excited for this. 

"I need some supplies," you said. 

"Ooooh. If your getting back at the black sheep of Europe and his friends, then allow me," Francis said. 

"Count me out of this one, Frau. I'm not crossing my little bruder just because you want to get back at that American Bastard." He scowled, "Plus Ludwig said he'll report me to the principle himself if I do something."

"Really, Gilbert?" You raised an eyebrow. "How about I make you a deal? You get me the supplies and I'll take the blame for the prank. The worst the principle can do is give me a detention." 

"You're crazy, Frau." 

"You're wasting your breath, Gil. We already told her that," Chris said. "Just do it. It's her death wish afterall." 

"Thanks, Chris."

"No prob."

"Fine. What do you need?" Gilbert finally said. 

"First thing im gonna need is a bucket...."

It was official. You were a crazy bitch. Kim was crazy enough to do this and quite frankly you wish she wouldn't but it was her choice and she was sick of being pushed around. All of you were. 

Mike and Chris were stationed at their locations and when Mandy gave the signal, it was showtime. 

It was afternoon and the courtyard was full of students. You had the perfect view from the third floor. 

"Is it almost ready?" You asked Francis. The BTT had aprons and face masks as they mixed the putrid concoction. You gagged and nearly vomited but were able to hold it in. Poor Kim was on the other side of the room. 

"Yup!" Toni said as he poured it into the bucket. 

"Thanks, guys!" You said giving each of them a hug. "I really appreciate this."

"Anything to knock those unawesome losers off their pedestals," Gilbert said. 

"Don't miss, ______." Francis said as he walked out. 

"I won't," you said. You felt your phone vibrate in your pocket. You pulled it out. It read: 'Targets in sight. Shall we proceed to Phase 1?" Mike texted. 

You typed back: 'Mission is a go!'

Not a few moment laters, Chris and Mike ran out of the school building and into the courtyard. Everyone's eyes turned onto Alfred and Arthur and the rest of their little posse. 

"You're not getting away that easily, four eyes!" Alfred yelled at Mike. 

"Says the one wearing glasses," you snorted.  

Mandy was taking some pictures for an assignment in Art so she brought her camera. She turned towards you and you saw the flash. 

"Showtime!" Kim said. 

Time me once again slowed down. 

Just as Alfred ran below you, the both of you tipped the bucket downward and watched as the harmless but putrid foamy contents fell downwards and landed on Alfred F Jones and some jocks with a splat. Unfortunately, Arthur had dived just in time. 

Mike and Chris were quick, especially Chris despite his size, to get back into the building. You slammed the window closed and started to clean up the scene of the crime. Kim and you disposed of your gloves and face masks. Kim kept the bucket in the janitors closet while you started spraying Fabreeze into the air. The both of you ran out and into the library. By this time, Mike and Chris would be in the office. Mandy would be back in the library trying to edit her photos. The BTT were in the cafeteria, seated at their usual table. Everyone involved had an alibi. 

The next day, the entire school was abuzz about the humiliation the Alfred went through. For one in your and your friends high school life, no one bumped into you, hurt you, insulted you or shoved you for Most of the day. . It felt too good to be true and you could see that your friends were uneasy about it. 

The whole school know who did it and didn't dare say it be used they were now afraid of the freaks who had decided that they finally had enough. 

"Mandy," Mike and you said sternly. 

"I'm not hungry," she said looking down at her book and tried to ignore the foodin front of her. 

"Bullshit," you said. "Mandy. No one will judge you for eating. You're healthy not fat. So what if you're not stick skinny like a cheerleader and so what if there's a pad of fat on your stomach. Screw the asshole who said that to you.  You're beautiful just the way you are. I love you. We love you. Rich loves you just-"

"Who's Rich?" Betsy asked looking up from her DS. 

"Her boyfriend," Kim said. 

"Is a gentleman or not?" Mike asked, also confused. 

"Definitely a gentleman," Chris said. 

"Any who," you cleared your throat. "I love you. We love you. Rich love you just the way you are. So for us, please eat." 

"Okay," she said. Chris gave her a bone crushing hug before letting her eat. 

The six of you sat There ignoring the stares and glares of the other tables. Alfred didn't even bother to come and steal lunch from Chris. Even Arthur was silent today, only sending glares at you. Mike, Betsy,  and Mandy were spared but Kim was starting to feel the pressure. She was more jittery and flitty. 

"Calm down, Kim."

"I have a bad feeling," she said. "Actually.....I had a bad dream. It wasn't good."

You remembered that Kim was 'psychic.' You didn't believe in those things but you did Believe in Kim and whatever she believed it was up to her. 

This caused Mike to listen in. "What exactly was in your dream?" He asked. He one of the few who did believe in those things. 

"It was a mess of things. None of them pleasent. I remember being strapped down to a spinning wheel and i remember seeing knifes. Then they said, I'm not sure but....'Insorto, Insorto. Stare attento.' It was creepy and then a knife was thrown at my face and I woke up." The rest of you were silent. "Hmmm.....why do we always have the messed up dreams of forboding?" 

"Maybe it's just a nightmare," Chris tried to reason but you all knew that when Kim had dreams like this, it was a good idea to be on ones guard. 

For example in the seventh grade, Kim had a very bloody dream about dying in a bus accident. Coincidentally, there was a field trip. Kim stopped the bus because she was having a panic attack.  Just two minutes later, there was report that there was an accident on the bridge. It had been between a truck and a tractor trailer. Both were burned beyond crisp and neither of those drivers survived. 

Another time was during freshman year, when Kim dreamed a dream about Mandy bleeding out and the five of you attending her funeral. Betsy and Mike were spooked about it because of her depression.  Chris and you knew something was up so you skipped school and ran to Mandy's house. Kim followed you. The three of you were able to get in a find Mandy passed out from blood loss. You immediately rushed her to the hospital. 

Your thoughts were inturupted when somebody grabbed the back of you chair. 

"Hey, dollface." 

Everyone froze and Kim shrunk back. 

"Allen," you said calmly. 

"We need to talk. Now," he said in a low voice. 

"And I should trust you because......." You raised an eyebrow. Chris and Mike gaped at you as you talked to one of the most fearsome gang leaders at school. "You did afterall give me these," you pointed at the bruise on your face that was still visable. 

"Look, Dollface. I don't usually talk to freaky chicks like you so I'm fucking tired of asking nicely," he grabbed your hand and hung you over his shoulders like a sack of potatoes. "I'm gonna borrow your freaky chick friend. okay." You're friends could only nod. Mike stood up. 


"What, four eyes?" 

"Put her down!" He growled out. 

"Relax. What are you? Her boyfriend or something?"

"He's my best friend," you said. 

"Just chill the fuck out, man. I'm not gonna kill her. I just need to fucking talk to her," Allen said. 

He left a steaming Mike behind as he carried you to the back of the school, into the same ally way where he beat you up.

'I should start carrying a knife around,' you thought 'I'm gonna really need it.'

He set you down. 

"Okay, dollface. You're too fucking cocky. You know that?" Allen said. "Jones and his boyfriend-" 

"Arthur?" You asked. "He's straight as a board. (I think......)" 

"Yeah. That guy with the catipillar eyebrows," you giggled. "Anyway. They went to Luciano yesterday after you dumped what ever the fuck that was on them and now that Italian bastard is coming after your little group. Specifically your friends, dollface and let me tell you, throw any of that cheek at him and they'll have a knife right fucking here," he poked the spot between your eyes. "and that's the end of the great and amazing _________ __________." He tried to gauge your reaction. "You got that, doll face?" 

"How come your not beating me black and blue? I thought Jones would have put you up to it?" 

"You've got spirit dollface and I don't give a shit. I'm not gonna be a lackey for some blonde idiot and his fucking British boytoy. You own me one, dollface. I made sure that my gangs not gonna get involved it this so go ahead and get yourself killed but Luciano for all I care." 

"Gee. Thanks," you said. "Wait. What about that one part about Luciano coming after my friends." 

"Are you a nerd or not?" Allen facepalmed. "Figure it out. Why did Blondie send me after you?"

"I was reckless and I humiliated him in class?" 

"So why would he send Luciano.....?" Allen leaned against the wall. 

"Maybe he has an ego the size of Texan and-" you stopped and thought about it. "Oh! I get it now. He wants to get back at me by attacking my friends." 


"Wait?! What?! That fucking lowly, blonde headed bastard son of a........."

"Bitch? Moron? Gun?" Allen suggested. 

"NERFHERDER!!!!" You screamed. "I'm gonna go and kick his sorry pompous heroic ass! And his boyfriends too!" 

Allen grabbed you from behind so you would go and get yourself killed. You were gonna murder Alfred. You swore it. 

"Listen, you fucking idiot! Jones knows how to push your buttons. I know your gonna march your pretty little ass to Luciano and kick his but think about this. You can't keep getting yourself basically killed so that your friends can be spared. Stop the whole self sacrificing bullshit and take some fucking responsibility! Stop attracting so much attention to yourself form Jones so you can save your fucking friends!" Allen didn't let you go until you calmed down enough. 

"Let me go," you said tiredly. He let you go and you avoided his gaze. 

"I don't usually do this but let's fucking talk. I think that's what Oliver said to do and I don't want to face that idiot so you want to spill your feelings or not?" 

An hour later, you and Allen were at a local diner. You were sipping on a strawberry milkshake and he was paitiently waiting for you to look at him. His patience wore out. 

"Are you just gonna stare at the fucking milkshake or what? Say something," he finally said. 

"You wanna know more about me?" 

"Sure." He shrugged. 

"You?" You raised an eyebrow. 


"No. Just confusion." 

"Just start saying something about getting a new outfit or some fucking chick flick you think is good," he grumbled. 

"Not every girl likes chick flicks," you snorted. "And for your information, I like Sci-fi movies."

"Like what? Star Wars?" He scoffed. 

"That's not the only Sci-Fi movie you know. There's Hitchhikers guide to the Galaxy, Dune, Clockwork Orange, Back to the Future, Alien, and a shit ton more to watch." 

"Uh-huh," he said with a bored expression. 

"You know," you said between sips, "if we were friends, I would have made you watch a marathon of Sci-Fi movies." 

"You would," he said as he rolled his eyes. Before you could fire back a witty comment, his phone rang. He reached into his back pocket and pulled it out. "What the fuck do you want, Oliver........I'm busy.........I'm doing what you said-no! It's not that.......shut up..ugh!....I don't.....fine! Ill be there in 20......make sure to beat him up a bit.......whatever......" He stood up and paid for your milkshake. "Let's go. I'm taking you back to school then I have to beat some motherfucker up." 

You nodded and grabbed your bag. The both of you walked in silence with the occissional comment on your side. By the time you had returned, the final bell was yet to ring.  

"See you," you said weakly as you waved goodbye to Allen. 

"Hey! _______!" You turned around. "Stay with your friends. This might be sappy coming from a heartless bastard like me but stop bearing all the weight. They want to protect you too. You can stop playing the fucking hero, you freaky chick."  With that, he turned and walked away to beat up some poor unfortunate soul who kissed him off. 

You stood there until the bell rang and you heard your friends. 

However, your mind was occupied with two things: worry and fear. 

You turned to Mandy, Betsie and Kim. "We're having a sleep over," you said in a deadpan. 
A/N: this is gonna be three parts and three parts only. 

It didn't surprise you or your friends that any of you would have been bullied once the six of you entered high school. 

There was Chris, he was chubby and short and an easy target. He loved Lady Gaga with a passion and never ceased to talk about her. He was full of school spirt unlike the rest of you and a major part of Art club. He was artsy and creative and drew where ever he went. 

There was Mandy, who was tiny and skinny and dyed her hair a flaming red that stood out. Chris was a tee shirt and jeans type of guy, she was more retro. Dressing in poofy tops and jeans and the occasional dress with necklaces around her neck. She was aspiring to be a fashion designer and you thought she had a good chance of making it. She was also part of art club. 

There was Kim, she was the quite soul who loved anime and drawing. She stood freakishly tall and was African American, earning her racial slurs as well as other insults. She was also part of the Choir and had a lovely voice. She usually minded it but she was too timid to speak up causing you to step in. 

There was Betsy, the total nerd of the group. She loved everything from Legend of Zeldw to Doctor Who. This girl owned nothing but books, fandom merchandise and country music. She was even the pitcher for the softball team and damn, this girl had a strong arm. Plus she never went anywhere with a weapon with her and always had a knife in her boot. 

There was Mike. He was a nice guy, respected women and was the most responsible of the group. Basically, he was the mother. Of the group. He had one problem, he could grind someone's gears due to his loud mouth, it helped him in debate club but still. It didn't help that he was a strict catholic causing religious slurs thrown against him. 

Then there was you. You were normal-ish. The thing with you is that you could have been popular and could have been part of the in crowd but you turned that down because you didn't like how fake those 'friends' were. The reason why you were bullied was because you were silent and took insults but you never fought back unless your friends were in trouble. 

You our were also play Tennis, (you were one of the three co-captains) You were also in Drama club and you grades were decent. 

The overall reason the six of you were bullied was because neither of you fell into a sterotype. You weren't jocks or nerds or geeks or losers. All of you were a wired combination of both causing the bullied to become pissed off because you couldn't be controlled. So that landed you guys on the lowest of the social hierarchy, right below the outcasts and right above the creeps. You were called the freaks. 

And boy, did the bullies love calling you that. 

"Oi, Freak!"Speaking of which, here's one right now. somebody shut my locker causing me to jump. 

"Artie," you hissed. "How good to see you again." 

Without losing point at him, you opened your locker again. You stuffed you belongings in your locker and pulled out your textbooks while ignoring a fuming Arthur. 

"Listen here, you fat freak-"

"is to my sweater?" You inturupted.

"W-what?!" He got even more redder. 

You pulled a stray piece of string off it. "Oh, dear. I told mom that I looked fat in this colour. Green is most defiantly not my color, Arthur." You looked up at him with a fake pout. "I'll wear blue tomorrow. I've been told I look good in blue." 

"The only time you'll ever look good is when your dead, you imbecilic freak!" He growled out. 

Really? Was he even trying? He may be a foot or so taller than you but he wasn't as threatening as you thought he would be. It was actually more fun to rile him up and show him that his words can't get to you. You let a sneaky smirk. 

"Oh, Artie," you giggled with an evil look in your eye, "I'll tell my mortician that you said so." He turned more red than a tomato and grabbed the front of your sweater and slamming you again the locker. Your looked directly into his green eyes and saw nothing more than rage while your showed nothing but irritation. A crowd soon formed around you. 

"You'll pay for that!" 

"You'll pay for that?! Really?" You raised your eyebrow. "Be original," you said. 

"Arthur! Cmon, man! You can beat up the freak and her friends later. Were gonna be late to class!" Alfred yelled out. He glared at you and you glared right on back. 

"Listen to your boyfriend, Artie!" 

That earned you a lunch in your stomach. He let you go as you slid down to the floor hugging your stomach. You could hear a few snickers here and there but most poeple were quiet, too scared to do anything about it. You hated people like that, too scared to stand up to their bullies. Grovelling in submissions won't get you anywhere. Only fighting can do that. 

Your stomach was going to have some bruises later on. 

Arthur Kirkland brushed himself off and spat at your feet. "Freak!" He said one last time before disappearing. 

The crowd dispersed and the only people who were left behind were your own friends. 

"Need a hand?" Mandy asked as she sent a glare towards people. 

"Yup!" She pulled you up and handed you tour books. 

"Idiot!" Mike smacked you upside the head. 


"Stop provoking them so much!" He growled out. "They've already gone from stupid insults to physically attacking you. Keep this up and it will get much worse than it already is," he scolded. 

"I'm afraid it has gotten worse," Kim said. 

"How so?" Chris asked. "By the way,________. Good comeback." 

Betsy scolwed, "I have a really bad feeling about this."

The six of you walked toward the courtyard. School didn't start for another ten minutes. 

"Well," Kim stared as she twiddled with her braid, "I heard from some girls on the bus that Allen and Luciano made a deal with Alfred to make our lives, especially yours, _______, ten times worse." She looked back down. "I don't think we'll survive to see senior year." She looked up with scared eyes and then looked back down to her skirt. 

Kimberly was so silent trust people forgot that she exhisted. People gossiped openly in front of her so she knew all the dirt on everybody. She could be a ninja of she tried.  Her and Matthew, the transfer kid from Canada, were good friends and shared that in common. 

"Nah!" You said. "They can't hurt us as long as we're together and use the buddy system, we'll be fine. We just got to tough it out."

"I have such a hard time believing that," Mike said with his arms crossed. 

"Ditto," Chris said. 

"I love you, _______, but I don't think they'll leave us alone if we're in a group," Mandy said. Kim nodded silently next to her and murmured something. 

"Can't argue against that logic," Betsy said with a shrug. 

"You guys are s bunch of negative Nancy's!" You said. "If we survive the day, then I'll take us to Nino's after school. Dinner will be on me," you said confidently. 

"So reassuring," Betsy said sarcastically. 

"Ugh!" You groaned. This is what you get for being an optimist. 

The bell rang, signalling that it was time for you guys to get your asses to class. You and Mike had Physics first, while Mandy and Chris went to Art and Betsy and Kim went to English. You had set up your schedules so that none of you would be alone and get bullied. It was smart but there was a small problem. All of you had a free study period at different times of the day and that lead to someone being bullied. It was usually you, Mike and Kim who were always subjected to physical attacks. 

Mike and you walked towards Physics where Mr. Watts wasn't there yet. The both of you sat towards the side where it was private enough to good off but you could listen to class at the same time. 

Mot course, walking in, you were immediately bullied. And by bullied I mean called a slut, whore, other degrading names. You rolled your eyes and flipped off the mean girls before sitting down. Mike scowled as as some of the jocks tried to ask him some inappropriate questions. This time his face reddened from embarrassment than from anger. 

"Sicko's," you muttered underneath your breath. 

Mr. Watts walked in, ending the comments that were bing thrown your way. 

You brought out your notes and started to write down today's objective as well as the warm up. 

"Alright class," Mr. Watts was the best teacher. He was chill but laid back at the same time and the expirements that he had were all ways awesome. 

"Today is a Tuesday so you know what that means!"

Mike looked up, "Reactions Day?" 

"Yup. Today, you will see what happens when you mix hydrogen peroxide with potassium iodide. It's gonna be a messy expirement so I hope you brought close toed shoes." Half of the girls in class groaned. "But before we can do this, who remember the principle of this expirement?" 

"Alfred!" Mr. Watts snapped. "Since your so keen on talking, mind telling me the principle?"

"Ah....well....." He stuttered as you snickered. Mike shot you a look. You stuck you tounge out at him and searched through your notes. You found it as Alfred tried to explain and pushed it towards Mike. He smirked. 

You cleared your throat and Mr. Watts looked towards you, sparing an embarrassed Alfred. "Miss ______? Mr. _______? Do you know?" 

"Hydrogen peroxide is catalytically decomposed by the potasium iodide. By the idodide ion, actually. Oxygen gas is rapidly formed due to this," Mike explained. 

"Well done," he said bro re turning to Alfred. "You can sit down, Mr. Jones. Try to pay attention sometime." 

The rest of the class went by fine despite the fact that the jocks and Alfred were glaring at Mike at the same time. The poor guy was jittery the whole time, not enjoying the extra attention. 

At the end of the class you had ready added 30% hydrogen peroxide, dish soap and purple food colouring. You held one gram of potassium iodide over the cylinder. 

"Ready, Mikey?" 

"Go for it," he said as he slipped the goggles on. You poured it in and stood back as purple foam shot out of the cylinder and all over you desk. It fizzed and smelled like wet dog but it looked awesome. "I love Reaction day!" Mike said. 

"Well done," Mr. Watts said as he observed your expirement. "Finish the lab sheets and turn them in tomorrow, okay?" 

"Yes, sir." The both of you chimed at the same time. 

The both of you cleaned up before suiting down. Mr. Watts walked out of the classroom for one minute and that's when the bullies pounced. 

You you had only a minute before some of the foam was poured on your hand. You shrieked and pulled your hand away to see it become red. Quickly you ran to the sink and washed it off. 

"________!" Mike was by your side. "Those son of b-"

"Save it, Mikey," you said as you sent a glare at Alfred and the jocks as they laughed their heads off. "Their not even worth cursing," you said. 

"Ugh!" He growled in frustration. "Watch was your doing, Jones. That stuff is dangerous. You were lucky that she was able to wash it off in time!"

"Oh, I'm sorry. I couldn't understand your SAT words. Could you repeat that? I don't speak nerd!" The rest of the jocks and some of the mean girls started to laugh with them. 

"So," you said as you dried off your reddened hand, "you just admitted you were stupid?" You said with a smirk. "Tell me, Jones," you purred. "What's your percentage in this class? 60? 70? Oh! Don't tell me, it's less than 50?" You gasped dramatically. 

"_________!" Mike hissed out. "Don't do it." 

You continued on. You were on a roll and it meant a few punches in the end, oh well. You wanted to humiliate this bastard and show him that you couldn't intimidated. 

"Do you want to know my grade?" You taunted. "I would tell you but I don't know if you can count that high," you sighed. 

"That's it!" Alfred growled. His blue eyes flashed murdously and he picked up the cylinder. 

"Hit the deck!" 

You knew what was gonna happen. It happened in slow motion. You tackled Mike to the ground as the foam hit the cabinets behind you, making a hissing sound. You got off Mike and glared murdously at Alfred. Sure, the guy would give you a few bruises and called you a few choice words but damn, he went as far as doing something that dangerous. 

Even though, you and Mike were safe, you suddenly felt a sinking feeling. This was real. You could have died and all because you mocked someone. Maybe you had pushed the envelope this time but still that was slightly traumatising. You gulped and pulled Mike up. 

"Grab you bag. We're out of here!" You said. The both of you scrambled out of the Chemistry room and towards Library. The both of you were gasping for breath as you reached there. You opened the doors with a slam. The librarian didn't mind and asked what was wrong. You told her nothing as the
both of your sat down at a table in the corner. 

"My god!" Mike exclaimed. He clutched his head in his hands, the sweat still running down his face. "_________, you have to stop provoking them like that. They're setting Allen and Luciano on you! He could have killed us or worse, disfigure us."

"Well he didn't!" You snapped loudly. The rest of library shushed you. "At least we're alive," you said above a whisper. 

"For now," he hissed. 

"Look. I'm sorry. I really crossed the line with him. I provoked him but he hurt me first. It was only fair," you said crossing your arms. "I regret nothing at all."

"Taunting them isn't going to get us anywhere. It just irritates them more."

"I'm standing up to them, mind you!"

"Your way of standing up to them is gonna turn you into a martyr!" 

The librarian shushed you again. "Sorry," both of you said at the same time. 

"_________, I'm not telling you to not stand up to them. I'm telling you to not infuriated them further. Be strong and be bold and be brave and just be yourself. You don't have to put up a badass persona to intimidate them. You can fight them without all that bu-" he cleared his throat. "Without all that persona. You're already a strong person."

"you nearly cursed for me?" You said with a smirk. "Have I told you that I love you?" 

"Oh yeah. I'm your voice of reason. What can you do without me. I am the band of your existence. I've heard it all," he said sarcastically. You stuck your tounge out. "So what do we do now. We have English class next."

"We should go," you said. "Mr. Nathan is a bit of a stickler when it comes to punctuality."

The both of you decided to discuss what happened in chem later. After English, Mike split up and went to his AP History class Ashok went to the study hall or the library. You were pretty close to the librarian who let you study here instead of the dreaded studyhall with the rest of your bullies. 

However today......


"I'm sorry, dear. We have some renovations going on and I'm afraid that you'll have to go to the study hall today. I'm sorry," the librarian said before yelling at some custodian. You walked out of the library with shaky legs and a new sense of fear. You haven't been to the study hall since two months. 

You walked into the study hall and all pairs of eyes were on you. Even a set of blue ones that were keen on murdering you. 

"Hey, Freak!" Someone called out before you could find a seat. 

"What, fatass?" You growled. You weren't in the mood, your sanctuary had been closed for a week. That meant no library, no books. No books, no happy ________. No happy name, no happy anybody. "I'm not it the mood so you can save your breath. Oh, by the way I'm supposed to apologise for that whole thing in Chem. That was a bit low for me, even by your standard." 


"Are you deaf?" You growled. "I said I was sorry." 

A hand slammed down on your table making you jump. Shit. "A sorry isn't going to fix everything, dollface." You felt the room lower by a good ten degrees. "What's  said is said and what's done is done," Allen said into your ear.  

You shook off the fear. "Allen," you greeted. 

"Alright, doll. We can do this the easy way or the heard way. With you come with me to your fate or I'll drag you to hell myself."

"On what terms?" You asked. "I don't remember doing anything illegal or sinful. Mike would have pointed me out on that and lectured me about redeeming myself. And how bad can hell be? I already live in purgatory thanks to that fatass over there," you pointed at Alfred who looked more redder. 

"Tch. You're right. She's got a mouth and some spirit in her. I'll take care of it," Allen said to to Alfred with a smirk. "Just make sure to hold up your end of the deal."

Allen grabbed your arm and practically dragged you to the back of the school. You tried to get away from him but the struggle just made him smile in a very sick way. 

'This is it. Goodbye, cruel world. It's been fun,' you thought as you started to lament over your bucket list and the people you would miss dearly. 

Allen finally threw you to the ground. The tights you wore under neath your skirt were torn and your knees were bleeding. You didn't feel anything but fear. Would grovelling like a wuss help or would it make the sadistic bastard more likely to kill you? But the thing was, you weren't a wuss. You were ______ and if bullies couldnt get to you then what was the point they were trying to say. They were basically saying that you had won out and were unbeatable in their eyes, that's why they set Luciano and Allen on you. 

You couldn't help but laugh at their stupidity. 

"What are you laughing at, you bitch?" Allen growled. He brought out his baseball bat with nails. 

"It's just funny, you know." You doubled over laughing. "They sent you to intimidate me because they couldn't. My god, what a bunch of wusses sending somebody to do something they can't." 

"Alright, that's enough," you opened your eyes to see Allens fist coming at you. You even counted the rings on her fingers. You were thrown back on your back with a heads plotting pain. You could feel the blood gushing from your nose. 

He came back and started kicking up. You curled up and protected your head. You had to get through this. You were stronger than this. You can take the beatings as long as it meant that they would stay away from your friends

Allen stopped suddenly, he pulled away and lit up a cigarette. "You can move it, you freaky chick." 

"What?" You said as you tired to get up. 

"You're not worth beating up. I was expecting more of a fight from you but you just took the besting like a punching bag. Get up and go kick some prep ass for all I care."

"I-is the great and terrible Allen Jones being nice to me?" You said as you winced. Your face hurt from that punch. 

"And this is why they called me to beat you up. Little fucking help that did. You're just as cocky and spirited as ever. Fuck. There no point trying to beat a bull if it refuses to die," he threw you your backpack and walked away. "Good luck dealing with Luciano, kid. He doesn't care if you have spirit or not. The only thing that sick and twisted bastard care about is if his victims have tits and v-"

"I think I got it. Thanks," you said getting up. "This is gonna hurt like a hitch in the morning." You looked up. "Hey! Allen!"

"Wanna hang out?" You asked with a smirk. 

"Why would I hang out with a crazy little freak like you?!" 

"Your loss!" You winced as you tried to shrug your shoulder. With much difficulty, you were able to back into school and to your locker. Just as lunch started. You grabbed your emergency hat and walked into the lunch room. Your friends were already seated looking for you. 

"________!" Mandy called. You looked down and walked towards the table. You took off the hat and there was a collective gasp around the table along with Mike nearly flipping the table. "Your face!" Mandy grabbed your hand and drafted you to the girls bathroom. 

"I can't believe those mothefuckers did this to you? How dare they? And Arthur calls himself a gentlemen. Don't even get me started on Alfred. Calling himself a hero and doing this to a girl. I swear I'll castrate the jerk and the. We'll see if he's a hero or not. He's probably just going-" Mandy rambled on her threats as she covered us your bruises and cleaned off all the blood. You had to admit. She knew what she was doing with her make up. It looked like Allen never happened. 

When you got back to the table, you dat down to silence. Everyone sent you a glare even Kim although she was crying so it was more of a pout. 

"You were right, I was wrong," you sighed. "Looks like we're not going to Nino's." 
Hetalia x Bullied!Reader X 2p!Hetalia. The Freaks.
It's a bit long but that's for to setting up the story and backgrounds and other stuff. Enjoy.

Please do comment because I would like to know what you thing of this particular idea

Don't hate me for not doing the sequels for the Mafia Romano one. I'm working on it. I promise b
Chapter 1: Goodbye to this life

"I'm dying," you said so simply. The person in front of you held no tears, no pity, no sadness. They only stared back at you with hollowed eyes. Then they scrunched their face up in anger. "ugh!" You growled at your mirror. 
you stepped away and stared at the results of the tests and scan. Different doctors and the same result. Some said a year and some said a month but whatever the result was, you were gonna die. 
Putting the papers away into your draw, you plopped down onto your vanity chair and looked at yourself. There wasn't much difference. You were still healthy looking but there was something just there. Perhaps it was the tirdness of your eyes or the slouch of you back or maybe the fact that you could my longer feel any reason to live. 
A snarp knock on your door inturupted your thoughts. Before you could say a thing, a certain millionaire came barging in with his red and gold suit on. 
"You gonna stare at yourself all day, cupcake or are we gonna kick some HYDRA ass?" Stark asked. 
"Not going, ironass," you said. "It's my day off. And Cupcake?" 
"Aw. C'mon, cupcake. You were excited to go last week. What happened?" 
"Tired." Lie. "Just not in the mood." Lie. "Go on. I'll be fine." Lie. 
"Okay," he said. "I'll grab you something," he said without closing the door. 
Once he was gone, you layed back onto your bed. 
What were you gonna do? 
The only person who knew of your illness was Fury and he told you to take an early retirement. He was saddened to se you go, somewhere in his heart he felt twinge of guilt. First Coulson (he's alive but still,) the agents he lost to HYDRA and now you. One of his few good eyes.
Now you weren't going on any missions. 
Now what to do? 
You aren't gonna sit here and let the disease take you, are you? No. This wasn't the end yet. 
Getting off of your but, you grabbed a pen and paper and scribbled places that you loved. Five and only five. 
This was your travel listed say and since you have the time, best to use what little of it there is.  
You ripped them into prices and scattered them onto the bed. Closing your eyes, you chose one. You slowly opened your eyes and looked down at the paper. 
A small and sad smile came onto your face. 
"JARVIS, I'm taking a little vacation," you said "and I may or may not be coming back." 
"Shall I inform the others, Miss _____?"
"No. I don't want to cause them any pain. I want this to be a clean break." 
"What about Mr-?"
"No," you said. "Not him. Unless anyone's inquires, you can tell them. Until then, I want this to stay a secret."
"Verh well, Miss ____," the AI said after a while. "My condolences. I wish you well." 
"Thank you, JARVIS." 
You packed your bag which consisted of essential. Medicine (it was of little help but it gave you some time,) toothbrush, clothes, passport and some important documents.  
The crinkled and pen stained paper was in your hand. You read over it for a bit before putting it in the draw with your resignation letter and test results. With one last look at your bedroom, you stepped away and hoped that your friends would understand. And you also hoped that he would understand. 

Before you left to the airport, you pinned a piece of paper onto his door. You hoped that he would understand it. 

On it you wrote:

"I was born on a rainy day, no sunlight 
Put away never to see
I will always fight
and though I fall, I'm free
The Saint of sick children in my home
The earth is my dominion to roam.  

Hastily you scrbbled:

Avengers X Sick!Dying!Reader. Roam the Earth.
First in a long time. Enjoy and tell me of o should continue.
Chapter 6: Needlessly Complicated Backgrounds

You glare at your friends. Glaring each of them down until they falture underneath your gaze. 

Hatter and Mr. Rabbit sipped their tea in silence as Alice averted her eyes from yours while the new boy just stared you down. His name was Ace and he was the new Knave of Hearts, Alice had appointed him soon after your departure. 

The research table in the library was turned into a tea table right out of Wonderland. Cups, plates, baskets of crumpets and tarts littered the table. Sam, Dean and Castiel sat next to Mr. Rabbit, confused as hell. 

"Well," you said in a clipped voice, "Does anyone want to tell me how and why exactly you crossed over?" 

"It's a long story-" Alice said hesitantly. 

"We have a problem," Ace inturupted. 

"Several actually, you see. It's a tad bit more complicated," Hatter added. 

"And I'm afraid it's getting much, much worse," Mr. Rabbit said fiddling with his pocket watch. 

"On a scale from one to releasing the jubjub bird, how bad is it?" You asked. 

"Jubjub bird," Alice chirped. 

"Worse than Jubjub bird," Hatter added in. "At least the JubJub bird didn't try to upurp the throne." 


"Maybe more Bandersnatch," Ace said into his tea. 

"No. It's Jabborwockey level bad. So much, much, much worse," Mr. Rabbit said, not exactly helping the mood with his figiting. 

"_______, you're no longer the Queen of Hearts," Alice said. Suddenly your stomach felt like it was gonna hurl over. "it's your mum, my dear. She's back from the Abyss and she's stronger than before. She took your crown and I couldn't stop her."

You stayed silent as your hand squeezed the crumpet to dust. Even your face was unnaturally still and that scared the shit out of everyone. Hatter and Mr. Rabbit leaned back. 

"Your majesty?" Ace tried. "Are you alright?" 

"Yes," you said. "I'm fine. Perfectly okay," you stood up, pushing your chair back. You looked up, your eyes blazing. Sams eyes widened as the red streaks in your hair grew back out, more vivid. Anger rolled off you in waves. "Can somebody tell me how exactly that whore got out of the Abyss?" You said in a low voice. 

"That might have been my fault, love." If if you had the Vorpal sword, you would have turned Crowley into an English shiskabab. "I might have demonized her a bit. Loving the red in your hair. Gives you more of an edge," he said. "Hello, boys." 

"Why are you here, Crowley?" Sam asked. He got up and pushed you behind him. 

"I'm not here to hurt your girlfriend and her band of freaks," Crowley said. 

"Excuse you, sir." Ace growled out the last syllable. "Your are addressing the Queen of Wonderland and the Queen of Hearts. I suggest you show some respect," he growled out. 

"And I'm the King of Hell. It's a royal ball, then. Isn't it?" He smirked. "Put your boyfriend on a leash," he said to Aloce leaving her a blushing mess. You took that to note. 

"Of course you would have demonized her," you said. "As if she wasn't one when she was alive," you signed. "Alright. What poor bastard did she possess?" 

"Oh, darling. I don't give out secrets so easily-" You had it. Within a minute, you summoned the Vorpal sword and had Crowley pinned to the wall. The sword against his throat. You were enjoying the look on his stupid English face. "This bitch is worse than you, Abadon and Metatron all together. She is as savage as a horde Leviathan. More darker and twisted than Eve herself. And she is now a demon. All those qualities have been basically quadrupled. She could easily become the Queen of Hell if she wanted to be so I'm going to suggest that you help us out, Crowley or that precious throne that you constantly brood over, you can kiss it bye bye ." 

"Damn, that's hot," Dean said underneath his breath. 

"Dean!" Sam hissed. Secretly he agreed with his brother. That was possibly the most hottest thing you've ever done.

"I didn't know that you were so dominating," Crowley smirked. You pressed the blade into his throat. "Okay! Okay! Fine! She possessed some red haired lad. Said something about that form being a weakness. I'll take it you knew the squib?" 

"Fuck off," you growled. 

"_______!" Hatter exclaimed. 

"He's the king of bloody Hell. He's heard so much worse," you said. "And that squibs name is Jasper." 

"And you would know this how?" Crowley asked. 

"I killed him, Crowley. Of course she would use him. Clever but that's a whole new low, even for her. I'm going to enjoy ripping her heart out," you said darkly. 

"She killed several of my black eyes boys before escaping. I'll take it she's not in our realm anymore," he said. "I'm liking this dark side of you, darling. It's a nice look for you. Very sexy."
"Crowley," Sam said. He narrowed his eyes at Crowley. 

"Calm down, moose. I'm not gonna steal your darling girl." 

"Can it, Crowley!" You growl. 

"She not going to wait for long, actually. She's coming here and she wants to finish this," Alice said. 

"How long?" You asked. 

"Three days," Hatter said. "She's challenging you for the throne, your majesty. She can't become Queen if your still alive. Did you receive a box?" 

"The summons box? Yeah." 

"It's from your mother, love. She's challenging you. Again." 

"We barely escaped last time, Hatter." Ace said, slamming his teacup into the table. "How are we suppose to defeat our former Matriarch? If I recall, previously we lost Princess _______ and Wonderland nearly collapsed. And may I mention the countless sacrifices? The March Hare, Duchess," he turned to you, "Jasper." 

Sam clamped his hand down on you shoulder, if he handing, you would t ha skilled Ace for bringing it back up. 

"It's different this time, Ace." Alice layed her hand on his arm. "We have _______ on our side this time and the Vorpal sword. We can do this." 

"How can you be so sure, your grace?" He asked. 

"Because I trust her with my life just as I trust mine with you. If that doesn't mean anything to you, then what does?" 

"Well, then. If we're done, I have hell to raise," you let Crowley go as he gave you a final smirk. "Kill that bitch for me, love." 


While Dean was introducing Hatter and Ace to the up world, you took Aloce into your room to change her out of her poofy blue gown and into something more comfortable. 

Alice chose a black trench coat that sent over a blue sweater and an old pair of blue jeans. She borrowed some old black flats to complete the look. Alice claimed that it wasn't right so she had added blue roses into her ponytail hinging it a different look. It was simple, elegant and subtly screamed of Wonderland. 

"Can you keep the crown somewhere?" She asked handing back the crown. You had it stored away in a draw, carved up by warding and sickle so that one could access it but you.   

"________," she started as you finished loving up. "What do you think of Ace?" 

"Hot headed and  kind of an ass but he's got his heart set in the right place," you said. "Why?" 

"Do you think he's a good General? Do you think I chose wrong?" She asked sitting down on your bed. You sighed and sat down next to her. 

"Alice, what's the matter?" 

"It's silly," she said as she hugged a pillow towards her chest. She looked more like a normal girl rather than a Queen. "You'll think it's childish." 

"Alice.......," she mumbled something into the pillow. "What was that?" 

"Do you think I'm a good Queen?" She asked. 

"Oh, Alice," you said. She laid her head in your lap and you sighed. "You're ten times the Queen I'll ever be," she still didn't say anything. "You sowed back the kingdoms, you stopped the civil war between Red and White, and the denizens love you. Alice, you're bringing Wonderland back to what it used to be." 

"But I can't help but feel guilty," Alice said. "I took what was yours from you. I didn't even ask for it, you just gave me Queenship." 

"Who else would I have given it to if not you? Do you think I gave away the crown in pity? No. I gave it away because you were always the one to become Queen. I was born to save Wonderland while you born to lead it." 

"Did Mr. Catipillar say that?"

"Would you believe me if I said no?" 

"Not even for a second," she giggled. 


it wasn't until much later in the night  that everyone was situated. Hatter, Ace and Mr. Rabbit had rooms. Alice slept peacefully in your room from where you left her, you didn't have the heart to wake her. Dean had shortly retired to his room, leaving Sam and you alone. Cas was gone to do angel stuff.   

"How do you feel?" Sam asked you. You huffed and collapsed onto the sofa, your head set in his lap. Sam ran his fingers through your messy, wind blown hair. "Tell me," he said simply. 

You loved that about Sam. He was just a comforting person to be around, no matter the situation, he could manage to calm your nerves despite the fact that he was causing them. 

"I'm anxious," you started hesitantly. "And scared and confused and angry. I should have destroyed her.  Made sure that her soul was dead too but I thought when I killed her that it would be the end of it. Gods! I'm such an idiot," you growl. 

"It's okay," he said. "Would a hug help or something?" 

"Sure," you said wrapping your arms around the giant. Even if you were tall, you still came up to his chest but that was okay with you. You could hear his heartbeat and it was beating as fast as yours. "I'll take whatever comfort I can get. I'm just selfish that way," you said.  

"No, you're not." He said. 

Such small moments yet they could mean so much. You sighed and looked over your friends, new and old. How long until everything broke apart and you went crazy. Again. 
Chapter 5: Bow to the Queen, bitches. 

After the whole reveal and the drama that enfolded the previous night, you decided to get drunk rather than burn your research. 

"How do you guys handle hangovers?" You asked the two brothers as you walked into the library. You had just recently emtied the contents of your stomach, food was not an option. 

"Greasy food," Sam said. He handed you a bag. Thank the gods for cheeseburgers.

"Have I told you I loved you?"


"Okay, then!" Dean said through a mouthful of food, "Do we have a case? Something not you know...wierd. Something? Anything?"

"We're hunters, darling. Everything's wierd to us," you said. 

"Well.....we have a case. Something about things popping up randomly then flashing out. Cold spots and magnetic disturbances. Bobby wants us to check it out."

"why can't Bobby do it?" You asked through your second Apple. 

"Because him and Garth are handling a case in Wisconsin. Sheriff Mills notoced some odd complaints coming in," Sam said. "It sounds like a ghost infestation." 

"Did Death do something again?" You asked. "Or Crowley?" 

"No," Dean said. "He's not involved." you didn't question it. If anybody knew Death himself, it would be Dean. 

"And Crowley would have been bragging about it by now," Sam said. You had to agree with that. 

"Maybe it's just the ley lines acting up," you suggested. 

"The what?" Dean asked. "Ley lines? As in magical, non existing lines of energy that criss cross the Earth?" 

"They're real and it's kinda important. Sioux Falls is a beacon for ley lines. Multiple lines criss cross it. Ley lines are active for certain holidays. Hmmm," you said. "Dean. What's the date?" 

"April 22," he said. "Why?" 

"Sam. Go to the library and get a book called. Rituals and Spells," you snapped

"Why?" He asked. 

"Hop to, soldier!" You said instead. He shrugged and walked out side. "Dean stay here and don't do anything Dean-ish." 

You ran out of there and into your room, leaving your hangover behind. 
In a small corner, on a crappy wooden desk was three separate journals. They were labelled: Wonderland, Earth, and Reasarch. You grabbed all three and ran back into the library. Dean was out there and so was Sam, the book in his hand. 

"Go to April and see if any days are close to August 22," you instruct Sam. You flipped through your research notebook looking for April. "Anything?" 

"No. Nothing in here-wait! I've got one date." 

"Spit it out then!" 

"Saint Marks Eve," he said. "A day where ghosts roam through cemeteries."

"Oh. That's not good," you looked at the both of them with wide eyes. 

"What, ______?"

"You know how I said that someone was sending Wonderland-ish things through a portal to here?" You asked nervously. 

"Who's coming?" Dean asked.  

"I don't want to be right," you said. "But if I am, then it's so much worse than I thought. I thought that these things came through randomly but it's always on certain a dates. Ugh! Stupid! Of course use the veil to get through. Genius. That's how they unlocked the door! But if they did that, then they had to be......" You started ranting on. "Oh no."

Sam glared at Dean before approching you, "________," he said gently. You were still pacing, your face scrunched up in worry. "_______," he tried again. Sam held onto your arm to stop you from pacing. You stopped and looked up at him. For a small moment he saw fear in your eyes before it was replaced by worry. "Take a deep breath and tell us what's the matter. Let's sit down, okay?" He put his hand on her shoulder and guided her to the chair. "Now, tell me." 

"I think.....that if whoever is doing this in opening a portal through the veil then," you looked at Sam, "There's only two reason that Angie would want to open a portal.  One to find me and kill me. Two, Wonderland is in trouble and someone needs me." 

"So which one is it?" Dean asked. 

"I'm banking on the first one. No one in Wonderland would be that stupid," you said. "But if someone is trying to find me then we have to go to Sioux Falls." 


It took a good majority of the day, but eventually the three of you made it. Thanks to your study of leylines, you were able to pinpoint the exact location of where the portal would open. Bonny's house. Not really a shocker. This places EMF was off its rocker and it wasn't even Saint Marks Eve. 

"You're right, _______." Dean put away the EMF. "This place is radiating all types of crazy."

You pulled out some chalk from you jacket and started drawing on the floor. Ever since you've been cut off from Wonderland, you couldn't exactly perform magic. Sure you could maintain a decent spell or move objects, but you weren't as strong.

When you were younger, you would acompany Mr. White to the surface. Sometimes to run errands or check up on Earth. But before the two of you would leave, he had taught you how to draw the closing sigil. It marked that a portal belonged to the Queen and going in or out of it was considered a dangerous crime. 

The Queen of Hearts sigil was a hollowed heart with thorns around it in a circle. 

"Fancy," Dean commented. 

"Now what?" Sam asked. 

"We wait and what every comes out of that portal, I want you boys to be ready." 


You hadn't slept the entire night. Dean dozed off rights around one am and Sam tried to stay up with you. Eventually he fell asleep in a chair, his book stil on the table. 

The sigil remained and the EMF spikes a little bit but nothing too major. Nothing seemed unusual. A normal morning. The sun shined through the shades and into the room. You  ran your finger through you hair in frustration making it more of a mess. The was nothing. Nada. Zilch. Zero. 

You groaned and layed back in your chair. You let your eyes close as you felt sleep crawling up. Just a few minutes of shut eye, that's what you needed. And some beer. Preferabley. 

"_______!" You snapped your eyes open, waking up from a dreamless nap. Sam was shook your shoulder, his gun drawn and pointed at the sigil. Uou hoped up, sleep forgotten and brought the Vorpal Sword. 

the room shook and the sigil on the floor glowed a menacing blue. You shuddered and swallowed your uneasiness. 

"Is this it?!" Dean asked. 

"Yup! Get ready!" 

As soon as you said those words, a bright purple portal opened up causing the room to shake. You could catch a few glimpses of Wonderland and the palace. It made your heart wrench, you nearly thought about jumping back in. But you weren't ready to leave Sam or Dean. 

As fast as it appeared, it flickered and hiccuped. The wind died down long enough for a projectile to launch itself from the portal. You ducked in time as it embedded itself in the wall. 

"The hell?" You glared at the portal, waiting but nothing. It shrunk and then collapsed into itself leaving behind carnage and papers. Bobby was going to murder you. All of you. "Shit!"

"All in favor of blaming it on Angels, say aye!" You said raising  your hand. 

"Aye," Sam and Dean said at the same time. 

"Why are angels at fault for everything?" Cas asked. 


After cleaning up Bobbys living room and kitchen and wiping away the sigil except yours , the three of you drove back immediately to the bunker. The EMF died down drastically as the portal closed. You officially determined that the probability of that portal opening was zero. 

"So what's in the box?" Dean asked. "Did you get someone's head?"

"Very funny and no. It's something that shouldn't even be here. Whoever sent this is trying to tell me something."

"What's the message?" Sam asked as he examined the box. 

"I don't know and I don't like no knowing," you said. 


Once you got back to the bunker, you went immediately towards the dungeon and locked the box in there.

"Whatever happens, we never open that box. Okay?" You said. 

"I disagree," Dean said. 

"Don't care," you said. 

"It's a box with something that is clearly freaking you out. Don't tell me not to care. Whatever that is bad," Sam interjected. 

"You're right. It's bad. It's something I don't want to see again. Just trust me,Dean. It's best if we never look at it." You said. "There are-no were-sides of me that were once dark and terrifying. I don't want to go back to that and I don't want either of you to see that." 

"Okay," Dean said backing up. "But if something happens, it's on you." Sam looked at the door of the dungeon. He's clearly wasn't comfortable with this. 

"Not your burden to bear, then."


That night you didnt sleep peacefully. Your mind decided it wanted to take a trip down memory lane or as you used to call it, nightmare road. 

Its was a bloody memory than a nightmare. Nightmares had nothing on what laid in your memories. 

The day was such a nice day ironically. The crowd before you was silent as you looked out at them. The chains around your hands and legs were the only sound besides the wind. 

"________ of Hearts, you stand accused of high treason against her majesty the Queen of Hearts. How do you plead?" The Knave asked you. You always hated his weasily face. 

You our glared at him and spat at his feet. You turned towards your 'mother.' "Not guilty," you said strongly. 

"Enough," she said with a quick wave of her hand. "_______, my sweet. Just come back to me. Leave those rebels and come back. Come home. There's nothing to gain throwing your lot with those insurgents, you can be powerful with me," she smiled a false and sweet smile. "With me. We can be together, mother and daughter." 

You didn't hesitate, "Never!" 

"Tch. Unfortunate," she sighed. "Knave!" 

"Yes, your majesty?!" 

"Get the Jasper boy up here. Make it quick. I don't like my executions slow," she said. 

"No!" You screamed trying to get out of your chains. The two card soldiers pushed you back down to your knees, keeping their hands on your shoulders. "Don't you dare! You hag!" 

Jasper of Diamonds was dragged onto the platform, broken and bleeding. His red hair matted with blood and one of his lovely eyes swollen shut. Your heart screamed in your chest. You wanted to break these chains and run over towards him. 

"Hey there, Princess." He smiled weakly through his pain. "I guess we're in a jam of sorts."

"Jasper. I'm so, so sorry," you said weakly. "I'll get you out of this ,I swear."

"Adorable, really. I think I have heartburn now," you mother said. She rose up from her throne. "_______, since you refuse to come back and take your place, I have no other choice than to punish you," she tilted your head up and looked into your eyes. "I think it's time for you to listen to your mother, ______. Knave!" 

"Yes!" He said. 

"Release the girl for the chains and read off her ultimatium. I'm bored with this," she said. 

Two card soldiers unlocked the chains around your arms and legs, allowing you to stand on unsteady legs. 

"_______ of Hearts. You herby are accused of being guilty of treason against our Queen. Your punishment will be of your choosing. Our gracious queen has given you a choice. You may either kill Jasper of Dimonds and spare Miss Liddell and The land of Hearts from being killed or The Queen of Hearts will kill you and everyone else. You must choose now," with that he handed you the executioners blade and pushed you towards Jasper. 

"N-no. I can't do this," you said. "How could I?" 

"______," Jasper said. He looked up through the the blood and swollen eye, he smiled so sadly and that broke your heart. "Do it. I know it's selfish but you have to do it," he said. 


"One day you'll become Queen and you'll kill that bitch but until then, I want you to keep fighting and fighting," he said. "You have to live on and find a way to warn Alice. It's okay, my love. I knew I wasn't going to survive this world. Be brave, lass."

"I'm so sorry," you said. 

"I love you, ______. I always will," he smiled. 

"Off with his head!" The Queen of bloody Hearts yelled. 

You pulled the sword back and let your tears fall. "Forgive me, my love!" You said as you sliced down, closing your eyes. 


"________!" You opened your eyes to see Sam. He leaned over your, shaking your shoulders. "Are you okay?" 

"Yeah," you said finally. You sat up and rested your head on his shoulder. "Life sucks, man." 

He snorted, "Tell me about it," he said. "What was it about?" 

"The worse day of my life," you said wiping off some stray tears. 

"Too painful?" 


"Don't want to talk about it?" 

"I'd prefer to just stay like this." 

The two of you sat in silence. He wrapped his arms around you as you just laid your head on his shoulder. You didn't cry. There was no reason to and you told yourself you would forgive and forget. That was much harder than it sounded. 

You closed your eyes once again. This time Sam leaned back against the headboard and laid your head in his lap. He stayed there until he started telling asleep. He knew his neck would hurt like hell after this but it was worth it. 

Of course, peaceful moments like these were meant to be inturupted. In came Dean, slamming open of course, frantic. 

"Huh.? What?" You asked groggily as you sat back up. 

"What the hell, Dean?" Sam said rubbing his eyes. 

Dean ignored the fact that the two of you were together, "We have a problem!"  

"When do we not?" 

"_______, it's from the dugeon." 

You our were up in an instant and out the door. 

He was right, the dungeon door was shaking and light was coming from inside. You unlocked the door quickly and swung the doors open. The box inside was still there,  this time glowing blue. Not a menacing blue like last time but a more softer blue, sky blue. 

The portal opened and this time it didn't collapse in on itself. Sam and Dean already had thief shotguns aimed at whatever was coming through, you didn't have the Vorpal Sword so you would have to use the angel blade. 

And finally four different people tumbled out of the portal. Just fell onto a heap on the floor. 

One particular figure, with a crown--formally your crown----resting on top of her her long blonde hair and poofy blue dress looked up, searching with her baby blue eyes. Finally they rested on you. She smiled a smile for which you hadn't seen in such a long time. 

"_______," she breathed out. "It's so good to see you," she said right before she collapsed. You stooped towards the floor and caught her. 

"Oh gods! Alice!" 

Yup. I made a new Wattpad acount. 
You can find my story based on my Mafia!Romano fic and a few other original works I've been working on. Hope you guys will check it out. 
I'm under the name VeraChendra. 
Here's the link:…
Love, Priya.

Yo! What's up! It has been a very long time since I've been on DeviantArt. I just want to let you guys know that I'm starting a new project on Wattpad. I will return to DA but I'm really excited for this new project.
Anyway, it's called Rising Sun and The first chapter is up. I have a lot of great ideas for this and I can't wait for you guys to read it.
Just click on the link above and enjoy.
I haven't been writing because of med school and all. I'm kinda free right now but I have my hands tied up with this project.
Any who, thanks so much,
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United States
I was born in Brooklyn and I am currently in my sophomore year.
My favorite color is purple.
I'm a serious person but I can have fun when I want too.
My favorite song is Fireflies by Owl City. I like listening to Vocaliod too.
I like to draw, watch anime, write stories and read a book in my free time.
I like uniqueness and I think it's okay to be yourself no matter how different you are.
I enjoy watching Hetalia. The occasional Bollywood or Chinese action movie.
My favorite food is broccoli cheddar soup with Italian bread.
My favorite drink is ice tea, tea, or Pepsi.
I hate arguing/yelling/screaming. Unless I'm mad I will do those things.
Weird fact: caffeine doesn't make me hyper, it the opposite, I fall asleep soon after.

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tadpole1991 Featured By Owner Aug 29, 2015
Thank you for the Favorite! ;-)
MeliStar19 Featured By Owner Mar 3, 2015  Student Writer
Thanks for the watch~!
jkls39 Featured By Owner Dec 14, 2014  Hobbyist General Artist
Hi! Sorry to trouble you with this. Can I ask for your opinion on the Pirate! England x Reader that I was working on that you requested a very long long time ago? You have read CH12 (2/2) of the story and I was hoping if you could give me some ideas for the next upcoming events for CH13. Since it is your requested story, I want to know what you want to have for the next events. I will wait for your reply then. Grazie! :meow:
TheRedGarnet Featured By Owner Dec 15, 2014
Yeah. Sorry it took so long.
I can start you up with an idea but you can continue from there.......
Sir here's an idea.....time to bring in the navy. I'm think it's bound to happen.
Here's some questions to help.
What about the backstory about Arthur and the witch?
Also how does reader chan feel about being away from home so long?
Where do the BTT stand in this matter?
Does reader chan know how to fight or use magic since the witch is taking over her?
What about her parents? Was she betrothed to anybody?
Do any new engines pop up? Friends of the family, 2p, BTT, ect.
Who else knows about the necklace?
jkls39 Featured By Owner Jan 31, 2015  Hobbyist General Artist
Hello! I'm so so so sorry if I just replied to this message of yours! My mind has been very jumbled up when I knew I would be graduating out of college this March 2015. I have lots of requirements to attend to and I don't have time to be thinking of writing fanfictions. Then, I decided that maybe I should go back to it and be inspired once more.

So regarding your questions and some add-ons, I will try my best to work on them. Let me just address each of the questions because I have some comments on some of them:

:bulletgreen: What about the backstory about Arthur and the witch? - I thought I have already done this part. Unless you wanted more backstory that is...
:bulletred: Where do the BTT stand in this matter? - You mean, what is their role in the story?
:bulletgreen: Do any new engines pop up? Friends of the family, 2p, BTT, ect. - Isn't the BTT and the Nordics enough?
:bulletred: Who else knows about the necklace? - So you want me to clarify this through the story?

Let me assess the story first before I proceed with the next chapter. I might apply some changes as well so that the story would turn out even better.

For now, good luck and be awesome! :la:
TheRedGarnet Featured By Owner Feb 8, 2015
Sorry it took me a while. Just checked my inbox. 
So to answer these,
1) I want to know how the witch and Arthur met. Like what they did, what happened between them, how he felt about her. That type of stuff. I'm curious.
2) Yes. What do the BTT do for the plot?
3) The BTT and Nordics are enough but what about reader-chans family. where are they? 
4)Yes, I would like for you to clarify who else knows about the necklace. Is it just the witches or other pirates?
S-h-A-d-O-w--C-a-T Featured By Owner Nov 5, 2014  Hobbyist General Artist
Ahahaha. Hello,again.
Thanks for the watch! Every one means a lot to me!
TheRedGarnet Featured By Owner Nov 29, 2014
no prob.
Akiraka-chan Featured By Owner Aug 15, 2014  Student General Artist
Eyy bro, remember me? :iconiggybrowsplz: //or do you even know me? //shot// jk// 

Guess what? I encountered your fics and I'm just gonna say that your Mafia!Romano X Tomboy!Reader is awesome! I stayed late to read them //slapped// :XD: Well, the tomboy personality describes me perfectly haha I don't fight though, I'm weak >w> And yeah...It's great! I love it! Keep up the good work :la: 
TheRedGarnet Featured By Owner Nov 29, 2014
Sorry for the late reply but thank you.
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