SnoW BLaCk

SnoW BLaCk( A take on snow white)
(P.S Thanks for reading, I wrote this in school a while back- enjoy)



The sinister sky flashed with streaks of eerie lightning. Paris was cold that day, dead cold. The moon glowed with a crimson-red hue. Strange noises echoed from the thin alleyways. Rain smashed down like a sledgehammer on the streets below. Lanterns flickered ominously, on and off. On and off. Snow was sprinting home, through the rain, the blistering cold and Paris's ever winding streets. She launched her-self onto king road and hammered the door to her house. Her father opened the door. Snow quickly disappeared inside the house, sheltering from the cold. Both failed to notice the multiple shadows looming in the alleyway next to her house. And the conversation they had. "You see that girl?" asked the first figure, who wore a black cape that covered her face. "Her name is snow. She is our target." "Understood, We will get to work as soon as possible." Breathed the other shadows, in unison, all of them disappear into the darkness.



The crisp air of a morning In Paris swarmed the household, the central heating had been turned off. Snow shivered and the clock chimed, its 9 O'clock. Snow was late for work. She half face-planted down the stairs. "DAD, I AM GOING TO WORK." There is no reply. Snow closed the door and headed off for work. There was a drizzle of rain and by the time she was halfway to work, she was drenched. She was walking down the street that leads to her workplace when Seven little men approached her, " You look drenched miss", they said in unison. " Would you like an umbrella?" They asked with funny voices. "Thank you very much" Snow said and gladly took the umbrella. As soon as she turned away, multiple hands pushed her, and she fell into an open manhole. Snow slowly became more conscious. She woke up, the lump on the back of her head tells her that she had hit it really hard. She shook her head and stood up. The grey surroundings, the skulls in the walls, this was the Paris Catacombs. "Ok", she thought. " I fell through a manhole, which should be close by, ah ha!, its right above me." She went to pull at the bottom of the manhole cover, but it had been locked. She hears footsteps, thundering round the caverns, getting closer, and closer, and closer. She starts to run the opposite way, but she sees shadows creeping up the walls, getting ever closer to her. She looks around, at first it seems like there is no escape. But then she sees a small hole in the wall, Just big enough for her to fit her head into. But not her hole body, she desperately starts trying to pull apart the wall, and small chunks fall off the wall from around the hole. She squeezes her head inside, and she tries to force her shoulders inside, her clothes and skin being torn in the process, being smeared with blood as she makes her way through. The skin on her neck, shoulders and torso ripping and tearing, until she finally fits through. Her work clothes are completely torn as she sits in this hollow wall. Blood seeping through the thin material.



She stares through the gap in the wall with fearing eyes as she witnesses the ominous black shadows, and she notices something. The clothing, it was somewhat familiar. "I swear we knocked her in somewhere down here!" Said a voice "You idiot, we lost the scent." Hissed another "Better keep moving then." Commanded a third. The shadows kept moving along the wall. Suddenly, the pieces clicked in snows mind. The clothing, the strange voices. These were the men that offered her the umbrella. They did this to her. She turned around to check out her surroundings. It was dark, very dark. She realised that this was not just a hollow wall, but a pathway of hidden tunnels, she noticed footprints, leading further on, along the winding pathways. She raced along the winding path and ends up in a cavernous room. She marched into the centre of the room. Her mind wandering, how do I get out? What is this place? What is going on? She turned round to see a dark figure. Good day, snow. The figures cape fell off.



"Who are you?" Snow whispered "That is not for you to know." said the witch "What are you doing here?" said snow "Again, you don't need to know that yet, but you will find out soon enough." "Would you like an apple, snow?" The witch asked, with a villainous grin. "You think I'm dumb enough to fall for that stupid trick. "Its so obvious what you are trying to do." "If its that obvious then let's cut to the chase." A door burst open, out of the wall, and seven clumsy familiar figures tumbled out from it. "We are so sorry" said the seven figures. "you failed to complete your mission, now DIE" She waved her gnarly hand and the small figures bursted into a mangled mess of blood and body parts. "Now, snow. You are going to tell your father that he wont get you back unless he gives us a sum of 1 million euros."



"You better give up, because my father will never give you the money." "Then we better get rid of you then." The witches mouth opened wide. And a blood red gelatinous liquid spilled out and strangled snow. Then pulled her into the witches open mouth. The witch spat out the head. The next morning, the doorbell to snows fathers house rang. He opened the door. There is a package. He snatched it up and disappears inside. He ripped open the package. Slowly and carefully. He opens it with a smile on his face, thinking of the cool package he ordered, instead his grin turns into a horrific frown. He stares down at his daughter's bloody head in the box. A terrifying expression stricken upon her face. He picked up the note in the box. "Let this be a lesson to people who disobey me." It read. He sank to the floor.