Bloodsport Fairytale

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Chapter II

Nadia felt the car shudder to a stop, and the sudden change in momentum shocked her to a sleepy alertness.

"Rise and shine, Dia, we're here."

Outside, the sky was near dusk, the sun almost completely gone beyond the horizon. Her brother had was already undoing his seatbelt and stepping out onto the gravel drive.

Nadia groaned and stretched until her joints popped. "Why didn't you wake me up? I could've drove part of it."

"Nah, you were so far gone," he waved dismissively, "I was playing my mixtape a while back and you didn't even flinch."


"Yeah," he rolled his eyes with a grin, "anyway, the movers got here way before us. Looks like all our stuff is already here."

Nadia reached into the backseat and shook their mother. "Hey."
No response.

"Mom, wake up. We're here."

She began to stir, stifling a yawn. "Nadia? Where are we?"

"We're home, mom." Nadia forced a smile that didn't quite reach her eyes. "Marysville."

Meanwhile, Aidan was unloading bags from the trunk. Each one thudded heavily on the ground. He slammed the trunk with a resounding slam.

"Well, it's not much." He noted with a sigh.

Nadia elbowed him in the side with a pointed look before smiling at their mother. "It's perfect, mom."

She was lying through her teeth. The cabin wasn't falling apart, but it was far from perfect: the paint was faded, and the door hung open slightly. Dead leaves littered the front porch, and dirt stained everything from the walkway to the roof. Looking at it now, Nadia frowned slightly to herself before glancing at her mother, who was also frowning. She pasted on another smile and hefted up a bag.

"Let's unpack."

Inside, boxes were piled high in the living room. Nadia split from her mom and brother to inspect the rest of the house. The kitchen was dusty and hollow and smelled of old grease. She stepped slowly around the fake wood flooring, footsteps echoing hollowly. She ran a finger over the countertop and pulled away a layer of grime. She grimaced and wiped it on her pants.

"I'm gonna go check out the bedrooms." She called out, moving quickly through the living room to the hallway.

The bedrooms were no better than the kitchen: a layer of dust had settled over everything. The beds were completely coated, and the sheets looked as if they'd absorbed most of it. In the corners, spider webs hung as if they'd been there forever. A sigh slid through her frown as realization dawned on her; the cleaning would take forever. The entire cabin would have to be scoured from top to bottom and back again. And then the bugs. She shuddered. Spiders and creepy crawlies.


She jumped. "Aidan, you jerk!"

"Scared, sis?" He smiled innocently. "It's just a cabin."

"I know that, you idiot," she held herself tightly, "it just feels weird."

He sat on the bed heavily, a cloud of dust rising around him. "Weird how?"

"I just feel…uneasy being here."

"Oh." Understanding spread over his features. "It's the bugs, isn't it? We have bug spray, y'know."

"That's not it at all, dork." She sat next to him, spreading more dust.

"Well, you try to explain it then."

She leaned her head on his shoulder. When was it that he outgrew her? She couldn't remember.



"What's so weird about this place?"

"I don't know." She admitted, gaze wandering around the room"I just feel like-"

She cut off abruptly with a scream. Two red eyes were staring in from the window. They were set in a pale face.


She looked away and back, and the eyes, along with the face, were gone.

"What? You look like you've seen a ghost." Aidan was on his feet in an instant.

"There was a…a face…" She pointed towards the empty window.

"Di…there's nothing there." Aidan looked down at her with concern. "Are you feeling alright?"

"I feel fine," she slapped his hand away, "I'm telling you I saw something. Or someone."

"There's no one out there." Aidan was at the window now, pushing it open. He stuck his head out and looked around.

Nadia reached out, as if to pull him back in, but her fear was unfounded. He pulled back and shut the window.

"Nothing, Di, not even animal tracks." He shrugged. "Maybe you saw a shadow or something."

"Right," she agreed uneasily. In the back of her mind, she knew what she saw. Those red eyes, so devoid of emotion, were burned into her mind's eye.

"Right!" Aidan tapped her head, snapping her from her daze. "Let's go clean this place up, huh? Before it gets too dark to see the dirt."

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