This is a story about a girl named Annabelle and her mysterious past with halloween town even if she hasn't ever been there before. her first friend is the son of jack and sally. he is the middle child though. but she's gonna find out later. my FIRST fan fic so it may be terrible. the title is bad too but i couldn't think of anything else. (it might make sence later)
One rainy day a girl around 15 with waist long pure black hair stood leaning against an old oak tree in the middle of a thunder storm. She wore a water soaked red dress. She had black gloves and a black ballroom mask. Her hair was in an old fashion fancy bun, braded and wrapped in circles at the back or her head. She also had high heel black sandals. Her golden eyes soaked with tears. She had nearly escaped death.
With her now pale face she stood looking for help in the empty city. The house in which she went to was now lit in flames. The party of the masks had suddenly ended. She could still see the flames as if the devil himself had risen to make sure everything went up in flames, like his home.
She sat down on the cold wet hard smooth grass. The tree branched stretched its arm out as if to shelter her from the rain and now falling hail. The wind wrapped around her to keep her in place and make her warm. But all it did was erg her to move and make her cold. She leaned up against the ridged tree and drifted off in to her own little world were she would find comfort on a large cloud.
But her sleep was soon disrupted by chill-tearing screams by the people at the party. She tried to get up but some sort of force had seemed to have tied her down. She soon rid herself of the force and ran into the cold, frightening world. But she knew what had to be done. She ran to the house and saw the flames of the devil wrapping itself around the building and destroying everything it touched.
She heard the cries of her friends and she knew what she had to do. She ran into the flames as they caught her dress a few times trying to grab her and keep her from doing what she knew she had to do. She reached the center of the room only to find a hansom young man reaching his hand for hers. She knew he was not to be trusted so she ran only to turn back and find her friend Kyra lying on the ground and the flames around her.
The girl knew deep within her soul she had to do it. So she ran and ignored the pain of the flames around her. Everyone else from the party was gone and had abandoned her. So she grabbed Kyra and saw her short chestnut brown hair was all messed up and her silver mask had fallen off revealing her tan skin and blue eyes only cracked open a bit. Her sliver dress was on fire and her silver shoes had been yanked off.
The girl rushed her friend to the door and Kyra's eyes shot open with the rain hitting her face. The two ran to the oak tree and fell to the ground and drifted off to sleep, but before the girl fell asleep she heard Kyra's cries. She heard "NO! Annabelle PLEASE DON'T DIE." This was soon fallowed by what felt like the earth shaking which she realized was Kyra shaking her.
What felt like an eternity later she awoke with a boy standing over her. His face was as white as snow and it seemed to take the shape of a skull. She soon gain complete vision back and saw that he had stitches covering the skull face. He was bending over her with no eyes and a red hoodie with a blue collar and sleeves. He also had long arms with four bone chilling bone fingers on each hand. He had long bone skinny legs covered in blue jeans and little feet covered in little black boots.
"Are you ok?" he asked with a cool voice.
"Yea were am I?" Annabelle snapped back sitting up. She saw that her black high heel sandals had turned into long black high heel boots that had covered her whole leg(or her leg was completely black). That is up to were she saw a short mini skirt that felt as if it was made of a silk. She saw it was now a dark red and she saw her shirt was the same only it seemed to connect to the skirt. She looked at her arm and her once gloved hand was also black all the way up her arm except for the tips of her finger which looked as if the glove was cut off showing white fingers.
"We are in Halloween town" the boy said when it seemed a good time. He then said "what is your name? Mine is Jacob Skellington. Jake for short"
"My name is Annabelle. But everyone calls me Annie. What happened?" She replied trying not to be rude
"Here fallow me maybe my father, Jack Skellington, can help you." Jake said standing up reaching his hand to help her up.
With a glove hand she took the offer and got up. She then noticed that she had a large black belt around her and it had things like two swords, a knife, a gun, a pack of bullets and another bag but it had orange and black dust in it. There was a black wand looking thing in it though.
She looked around as they walked off a spiral looking hill. As they entered a town-like place she saw people and thing she had only dreamed about. They passed a glass window with the words 'WITCHES SHOP' in a dark orange. She looked as herself in the glass and found her face too had stitches and her face was white. But there was flesh on it at least. Her black mask still on and her eye turned completely black not even any white. Her smooth black hair was still in a bun but some of it was thrown through the middle and it was curly. It still reached her waist. Jake soon came to a mansion house with the words on the door that read 'Skellington Mansion'. He opened the door to see another skeleton like him but taller and he wore a black suit with a bat bow tie. He had no stitches though. His face glaring at Jake and beside him a frail looking rag doll. Blue skin and a cloth covered dress, stitches all over her body. Her face worried.
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Hey this is my note thing....anyway my first fan fic. it maybe terrible but i like it. i'm teribble at names though. but who cares? i do have to go so i'll try and get another chapter on here as soon as possible cuz it isn't done
