This time i had a crack at twisting sleeping beauty and got VERY bored writing it but meh, you can see the quality of english deteriate where i was most bored. In this a gang represents her kingdom and she marries a dave (trying not to give spoilers), again you will probably need black humour to like it at all. I was going for marks in an exam rather than the storyline.
So urm meh, have fun reading and tell me what you think...
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The summer sky was obscured by the few clouds visible from the Sharks' manor. That day was special. You see, on that day the first born and only child to be heir to the Sharks' throne, a daughter, was to be born. The parents of whom had prayed for a child and requested leagues of wise men for their aid. Although these wise men may be more informed than wise, a miracle answered the Sharks' hopes, prayers and dreams.
Weeks have now passed since the birth of the sharks daughter and a party is to be held. A rather large party is an understatement for any gathering of the Sharks. The gang is made up of rich drug dealers, dodgy scammers and big people in the suburbs; a haven for the underground community that subtely dominates suburban society.
Although this underground community represents a minority, most wallets are bottomless pits and due to this, a Sharks' party can mean alot more than people being sick in the toilet and cigarette butts littering the area. It can be an event that leaves a fingerprint on people's own reality.
Five other gangs where invited for a night of peace and harmony. Five out of six gangs invited. One gang left to rot and forgotten as they had rapidly been decreasing in numbers and moral alongside. This gang was named "The Jets". This gang was not happy at being snubbed.
Vision became little more than coloured blurs. The objects around people seemingly melting with the mood. A beautifuly clear night sky calmed the gardens yet the manor raged on as an inferno, temptation at its strongest and men at their weakest, reduced to their knees one way or the other. Each gang had brought supplies of everything; crack, heroine, weed; you name it, they had it and one by one they presented gifts to the fair young child who's innocence had brought upon this party and a celestial edge.
Gifts where given one by one from only the top of each gangs hierachy. Frankinsense and myrrh where nothing compared to the 20kg of cocaine, a voucher for only the best plastic surgery and a life times supply of vodka. But more than 5 gifts where to be given that night. A mysterious hooded figure put down a syringe of a dull glowing substance along with a note and dissapeared without a word, a silent assassin. The sky blackened over and storms had slowly gathered as though conjured for this moment however the party continued through the night. Oblivious to the looming and abrupt twist waiting ahead.
It wasn't until the clouded sky of good 'morrow that the wreckage of the previous events where shown. The manor was an old battleground, all that lied intact was the large stockpile of gifts for the young child who was someone forgotten in her own celebration.
This day is the beggining of a new fate. Gifts where sorted and examined by the daughters father. He whistled calmly as he filled his safe with the loot, he came across the note put there the night before but found the mysterious syringe to be missing. The note read "The Jets, a fading part of history or the start of a new era? We are most upset with the lack of an invition and have decided to leave you with a gift anyway. You should be thankful. When your precious little princess reaches the age of 16 she will take the syringe and inject herself with it. Fate has been set and she will sleep for ever unless a worthy enough man is to save her from her eternal slumber."
The man did not take this well and the Sharks ordered for all syringes to be banned throughout the suburban kingdom which was their empire but he could do little to prolong fate and soon enough his daughter turned 16.
"And how is my daughter, Sarah, on this fine, fine day? It seems as if the sun itself came out for me to see your lovely face."
Lovely in this case seems to mean unreal. His daughters frequent drug abuse was masked only by her plastic features, there are some things money can buy and looks are one of them.
"Do I look like I have any holes through me? No? Look closer, maybe someone shot me with a needle." Sarah said with her sarcastic tone and a smug smile. Life isn't exactly pretty at the best of times in the world of gang warfare, crime and drugs.
The father of Sarah, leader of the Sharks turned a blind eye to the warning on the note after banning syringes throughout his so called kingdom and it seems his mood had swung with the weather as he left his daughter in peace. Sarah went for a stroll around the manor, never before had she explored the entire structure as it was full of small rooms and strange objects. She hadn't wandered far before she spotted a new room, naturally she explored it and to her suprise, huge coloured glass statues warped the rooms light. The room was a circus, a glass table lay cackling in the center. Sarah inspected the table closely. It had inscribed "curiosity killed the cat" on one of the legs, followed by "Oh Romeo, Romeo. Wherefore art thou Romeo?" on the parrallel one. A small glint caught her eye. concealed in the table was a syringe. It looked at first like it was just detail in the design but Sarah couldn't help noticing it contained a liquid. A dull glowing liquid.
She smashed the table leg with a good strong kick. She grabbed the syringe and without so much as a second thought, stuck the needle deep into her arm and pushed down...
The light closed in around her as if the darkness of night was collapsing into her head as she hit the floor with a sudden thud. A noise that seemed to echo as all signs of life slowly faded away from the manor and the blackened night in sarahs head twisted to a world of silent tranquility.
Many a day passed yet no stranger wandered towards the manor, it grew old as time went by and thick forests built up around the manor, reduced to a fingerprint on the fabric of time. However all hope was not lost. The note explained that a worthy enough man could save the now ancient culture to its former glory, but such a man was not common, far from it.
Although an entire culture had seemingly vanished, drugs remained along with common problems they cause. Homelessness was but one of these problems, addictions forcing people to live on the streets, locked up in the prison that is there addiction and life. Dave is but one of these people. He lived in pity and sorrow, once a fine young man, now no more than trash.
However, Dave had reached the peak of his sanity. The darkness of the night clawed at his mind as he searched for shelter, the closest thing to a home he could scavenge. He came across a dense thicket, wandering with curiosity he went, wandering ever closer to abandoned manor, wandering with no idea what was leading him, wandering away from civilisation, wandering towards an old manor and wondering where his next meal would come from.
Eventually he stumbled across the manor. An aboned manor to a homeless man with little hope is like falling into heaven. But a manor such as this does not come without selling your soul to the devil, anything to do with heaven was out of the question.
As Dave walked into the manor the front doors creeked and an impossible sight met his eyes. A man sleeping perfectly upright. The curious dave inspected closely to find that the man who had seemed so happy sleeping had his eyes wide open as they would be if he were awake yet he was unaware of any actions around him as if he where frozen.
Madness, insanity, slaughter? He hurried on. As his eyes adjusted to top floors dusky light he could see the silhouette of an open door and he could feel the icy breeze coming from it. The man ran to the door with nothing to lose and caught his eye immediatly on the marvel that was the glass sculpture before him but alas, a young girl lay asleep on the floor.
Dave knelt down and examined her, he was smart enough to know no one had left the manor for a long time and he thought of what could have caused someone to sleep for such a long period of time. Cruel intentions started forming in the deprived mans head and he swiftly turned the girl over and went for her lips.
The immediate effect was not to his pleasure. The dusky light brightened and covered them both, the mysterious and unnoticed glass syringe nearby on the floor shattered. The blackened night turned to a golden twilight as the manor awoke and the curse was seemingly removed.
It turns out the only man worthy of a junkie and family of gangs is the one put in his condition by them and their kin. The people in the manor awoke as if from a pleasent nap, oblivious to the events of time unknown.
Sarah immediatly fell in love on sight with Dave who grasped the moment to cover his ill intentions. It sickens me to imagine the following monstrosities so for now this story is at an end. This is but one chapter in the life of sarah and dave and trust me, one is enough.