Original Stories Fan Fiction ❯ Beyond the End ❯ Spork of life ( Chapter 7 )

[ T - Teen: Not suitable for readers under 13 ]
By: WynnFire
Title based off of an inside joke between myself and a good friend of mine. This chapter holds a crucial element to the story that will come into play later.

Miscellaneous: Original Stories Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Fantasy / Romance | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 06.07.2008 | Pages: 2 | Words: 3.1K | Visits: 152 | Status: Work In Progress

Chapter Seven
“Hey Janis? What does this say?” Livi asked, pointing out a sentence in the small book he was leafing through. Janis looked over his shoulder, noticing he was on the last page of the book.
“…And they lived happily ever after,” she replied, noticing that the book was Snow White, “It's a fairy tale. We can start with it if you like. They're usually reasonably easy reads. A bit cheesy, but all the same…”
“I like cheese!” Livi said happily, “It tastes pretty damn good.”
“Oh god, no. Don't you dare pick up my mother's mouth!”
“You mean she dropped it somewhere?” Livi asked, thoroughly confused.
“No, I mean don't start imitating all the swear words she uses. It's not a good thing to pick up on.”
Livi looked saddened.
“But I always imitate people,” he said.
Man, his self-image must be really low, Janis thought, I wonder what his childhood was like…I know that Mrs. Roberts says that a person's self-worth is developed when they're very young…
“Well then, how about trying to imitate the dashing prince? He at least talks nicely,” Janis said, pinching the bridge of her nose between her fingers.
“Is there a picture of him in the book?”
“Yeah, right here,” Janis replied, flipping through the pages until she found a page illustration labeled `True Love's First Kiss' at the end of the book, “That's Prince Charming and his true love, Snow White.”
Livi looked at it for a moment, and then looked up at Janis with his right eyebrow quirked.
“Is he a pervert?”
Not expecting this, Janis was a little taken aback.
“Huh? Why do you ask?”
“Well, she's sleeping and he's feeling her up,” Livi stated as though it were the most obvious thing in the world, pointing to the picture where Prince Charming was giving Snow White the kiss of life.
“Umm…we'll get to that, Livi,” she said as she blushed a deep red. She'd never seen the story as being all that gutter-minded. Now that she looked at it more closely, however…no, she would not go there.
“I'd rather curse like your mother than feel a girl up while she's helpless. At least your mother has honor,” Livi said, sounding disgusted with the prince.
“Do you really want to make judgments before knowing the story, or would you rather find out exactly why Prince Charming is `feeling up' Snow White?”
“I wasn't making judgments. I was just stating what appears to be going on in the story.”
“Oi. You're exhausting,” Janis said, rolling her eyes. Livi's face fell in a way that would have been comical had he not been completely serious.
“You don't want me here anymore?” He asked softly, his green eyes huge as they looked sadly at Janis. She looked at him swiftly, confusion evident on her face.
“I never said that, Livi.”
“But you said I was exhausting,” he said.
Yep, his self-worth is through the floor, Janis reflected.
“I didn't mean…meh, forget it. Do you want to learn how to read or not?” Janis asked, a bit of frustration creeping into her voice.
I swear, it's like dealing with a three-year-old, she thought.
“Of course I do. Let's learn about Perv Charming and his true love…erm…”
“Snow White. It's also the title of the story. See? Right here. Oh. And it's Prince, not Perv.”
“Yeah, yeah, I know, Janis. I was just kidding around,” Livi muttered, scooting his chair closer to Janis so that he could read what she was saying.
”Once upon a time, in a land far, far away, there lived a beautiful princess…” she began.
“She looks like you, Snow White does. Are you related in any way?” Livi asked, morphing first into Janis and then into Snow White.
“Umm…I doubt it, Livi. She's kind of a fictional character.”
“Fictional?” Livi's face was confused as he looked at Janis, head cocked slightly to the side.
“It means that the character exists only in the story,” Janis explained before continuing, “She lived in a palace alone with her wicked stepmother. Her stepmother was very vain, and was considered the fairest of them all. That is, until one fateful day when Snow White was a young woman of thirteen years.
“'Mirror, mirror on the wall, who is the fairest of them all,' the stepmother asked the gilded-frame mirror. Smoke formed inside it and a deep voice echoed through the room.
“'Your beauty is great indeed, my queen, but there is one who surpasses you,'
“'Name the witch!' the queen exclaimed, angered at the mirror's words.
“'Lips red as the rose, hair black as ebony, skin white as snow,' was the mirror's cryptic answer.
“The queen gasped, `Snow White!'”
“Wait…so why is Snow White suddenly more beautiful than the queen?” Livi asked, interrupting again, “I mean, the queen wasn't much of a looker to begin with, but I mean, come on!”
Janis laughed, “Aging tends to do that to most people, Livi.”
“I see…” Livi said, tapping his chin thoughtfully as he morphed into an exact replica of Helen Weiss's photograph of Rodin's Thinker Statue.
“Oh, for chrissakes, Livi, at least keep your pants!” Janis cried, placing a hand over her eyes.
“Sorry!” Livi said, and a loincloth formed on the lower part of the body, “I'm decent now.”
“Good,” Janis replied, giving a pronounced sigh of relief before turning back to continue reading.
“'Huntsman,' the queen said, `I want you to take Snow Whit to the fields to pick flowers. When she is completely distracted by them, you willkill her.'
“'But milady, the little princess!' the huntsman exclaimed in alarm.
“'Not a word! To prove to me that you've killed her, I want you to bring me back her heart in this box,' the queen ordered, picking up a small black chest latched by a dagger through a bleeding red heart. The huntsman's shoulders sagged in defeat.
“'Yes, milady, I will do as you command,' he sighed, taking the box and leaving the room.”
“What a wimp! Giving in that quickly to kill someone,” Livi said, shaking his head. Janis smiled softly as she saw Livi's response to the situation, then continued reading.
“The huntsman led Snow White into a nearby meadow and allowed her to wander close to the woods before sneaking up quietly behind her. He raised up his knife, regretting his intention to plunge it deep into the princess's heart. But Snow White saw his shadow and spun around, horror evident in her features. The blade fell from the man's gloved hand as he lowered his head in despair.
“'I can't do it, little princess. But you must flee, flee for your life!'
“'Whyever so?' Snow White asked bemusedly.
“'The queen! She's horribly jealous; she'll stop at nothing to see you dead!'
“Snow White trembled in fear at the man's words.
“'Go, now!' he yelled, pushing her roughly into the forest.”

Half an hour later, the two had reached the end of the story. Janis read the final lines.
“And so, Prince Charming awakened Snow White from her death-like sleep with true love's first kiss, and the two rode off on his white stallion to Prince Charming's castle in the sky.
“And they lived happily ever after.”
“So…Snow White died?” Livi asked, looking thoroughly confused.
“Huh?” Janis responded, eyebrows furrowed as she looked down at the book.
“Well, if you think about it, wouldn't a castle in the sky indicate that she's dead? I mean, I can't get into the sky and stay there without help, so why should a human be able to? Do you have special powers that I don't know about?”
“Umm…” Janis said, stumped, “Okay then. Would you like to read another book?”
“Sure!” Livi said, instantly distracted, “Can I read this one?”
“No problem”
Livi walked to the bookshelf and pulled off a thick tome entitled Never Forgotten by Gwenivere Hiltsley. He opened it to a random page and read aloud:
“And thus the darkness of death drained the spork of his life,” Livi said, stumbling slightly over the words. Janis looked at him, blinking slowly as she fought to keep herself from bursting out laughing.
“What?” Livi asked, questioning Janis's silence.
“It's…spark, Livi, not spork,” she replied, unable to hold back her laughter.

Disclaimer: Never Forgottenis not mine, nor is Gwenivere Hiltsley, nor is that line from Never Forgotten. They are all copyrights of my good friend Savvy, and I am only using them with her express permission. Please do not steal them, because I don't want her to kill me.