InsaneJournal

Current mood:	angry
Entry tags:	fairytales

Who: Fairytales
What: upon finding Chez Grimm empty
When: Tuesday night
Where: The Grimm residence


Fairytales stepped into the Grimm residence, flexing her fingers. The whole place smelled of them. The wrongly-taken maiden and the horrible miscreant brothers. She moved like a breeze, keeping close to the walls even though the place was dark.

Greta's bedroom was empty. Fairytales scowled and went to the next room, and the next. Gone! Gone gone gone! She screamed in frustration. In the past day or two, she had revisited even place they had stayed in, no matter how briefly, retracing their journey from New York. There had been nothing, everywhere she looked.

"Damn you!!" On the sideboard in the kitchen, three empty mugs sat in a row. She picked them up and shattered them against the wall, one by one. Then she went through the house, flinging items from shelves, emptying drawers on the floor, scattering things in the air. The only room she left untouched was the library, and that was where she found herself when she heard a door slam and a key turn in the lock, sharp yet echoing through space.

It was like there was a red string, stretching from her heart to where that tower door had just closed. She could hear it, despite the distance, and she needed to get there.

These things had to be done in order. The grey police horse she commandeered was amenable enough. She also fetched her vorpal sword from its hiding place in Central Park, carrying it unsheathed as she galloped to rescue her princess, hair flying behind her.