• Some are destined for greatness. Some are destined for good. Most aren’t destined for anything. In fairy tales, everyone loves the one’s destined for greatness or good. No one ever pays any attention to the villain. The one’s destined for evil are eliminated and forgotten into history.
    My parents are the one’s who were destined for greatness. They were confident when I was born that I was to be like them. But not all of us are that lucky. And to their dismay, I do not fit in. I figured that out when they died. I killed them and now I finally know what I’m destined for.
    I’m destined for evil.
    I’m the villain and I’m destined for evil.

    Fog

    I slipped, falling onto the soft forest floor. “Ow,” I said, making sure my tone was merely a whisper. Standing quietly, I looking down at the root I tripped over. Fighting the impulse to curse the tree’s roots, I ran out of the woods and down the street to the orphanage. I slammed the door open and ran up twelve flights of stairs to my room.
    The thirteenth floor. A floor dedicated to all the unlucky and forgotten children who are unwanted and hated. I was welcomed like I was the daughter of the devil himself. The all call me Fog, though that is not my name. I haven’t told a single soul my real name… though it is not a surprise. I don’t know it. To myself, I’m a blank page. Nothing.
    I ran to my room, wanted to curse everything in my reach. Still resisting the powerful side of me, I flopped onto my bed and grabbed my laptop and iPod. Logging onto Gaiaonline.com, I blasted the iPod and set it on the bed next to me, earphones lying next to my elbow. My ears were straining for the sound of footsteps on the stairs. They would all want to know what happened ion the woods. I couldn’t wait to tell my story and get them out. It wouldn’t work. I knew that. I knew that they would simply stay until they heard every little detail at least four or five times. My ears strained to hear down a level. I finally could hear down to the bottom floor, where Jane and Andrew could be heard singing and dancing for a couple that was coming to adopt them. I was going to miss them, those two little three year olds. They were the ones who kept all of us in a happy mood at the dinner table so that no fights would break out. That would be extremely dangerous.
    Then, after I heard the parents say yes to taking away Jane and Andrew, the sound of heavy footfall started climbing the stairs, fast at first and slowing down as it reached the top. Then the steps were outside my room and a fist banged on my door. I turned off my electronics and let them in. Pulling my attention from downstairs to here, I let them all run into my room and jump onto my bed. “Hello,” I said, hiding my true personality behind a little smile. “So, I’m guessing you want to know what happened the forest.”
    Joey and Michael screamed a little, Janis and Skyla nearly fainted and David and Cory jumped too much and fell off the bed. I smiled and started telling the tale of me running into the woods and slipping past mortals to come to a dragon’s keep. All of it was crap but they loved it. I liked to make them happy. It was weird to be able to make people happy when that’s not my job.
    After at least an hour, they were finally asleep on my bed, all curled up in a little mound of sleeping seven year olds. I was silently hoping that I would get caught with them up here soon. They were forbidden to be here so, if they were caught, they would be band from all activities and they would never ever talk to me again.
    Talking woke me. I shot up, my sword appearing in my hands as I called it. Telling myself to calm down, the sword disappeared and turned to the door. Glancing back to the sleeping forms on my bed, I opened the door and locked it. Catching the intruders by the necks, I slammed them into the wall and started the beginning line of a curse. They were in my territory and they were in my way. Looking at them closely, I turned to each one. A boy and a girl. From the fourth floor by the looks of it. Stupid witches, I thought angrily.
    “What are you doing?” The boy asked. “We mean no harm!”
    “Yeah!” Said the girl. “We’re just taking a look around the orphanage. We’re new here, you see.”
    I hissed in their ears. “How dumb are you that you wonder onto a floor in which no one but those who bunk in it are allowed. I dare say that you should have learned that one the spot you arrived.” They quivered under my cold hands. The ice of my heart turned them into shivering children and I laughed coldly. Throwing them towards the stairs, I fell into a fighting position, growling loudly. They screamed and ran down the stairs, keeping a little scream the whole way down.
    The kids in my room all woke and said their goodbyes. They ran down stairs and to the dinner table. I went slowly, looking at all of the floors as I went. The twelfth floor was for the elves; the ever-lasting young people who have powers that J. R. R. Tolkin had no idea about. I slipped down to the dark eleventh floor where all the pixies ran around, staring at their reflections in the glow in the dark mirrors that were powered by their stupid, glowing dust. The tenth floor was the humans, all not really seeing the orphanage but seeing a fake house that was one story like all other humans who come here. The ninth was the stupid little perky dorfs who never ever stop working. When I reached the eighth floor after being held up by a little dorf trying to give me a custom made shoe, all the Duffins had disappeared into their little holes that where in the walls. The duffins where little fixers who only work for heroes.
    “Stupid hole mites.” I said softly. I went down to the seventh floor where I found all the hags waiting for me. They stopped the pranks they were pulling and bowed so low that their long beaks brushed the black carpet. I bowed slightly and ran down the sixth floor where the werewolves congregated. I ran through the floor so I wouldn’t be ripped to shreds. Werewolves don’t really like the villains. The fifth floor was all glass. The vampires watched me with dead eyes. I kept my eyes down and ran down to the fourth floor with the witches. I saw the boy and girl I threatened earlier. They were surrounded by the rest of the floor who stared at me as I walked past. I hissed softly and walked down to the third floor. All the merpeople were splashing in the tank that closed off right by the stairs. They stopped and stared as I walked past. I rolled my eyes and went down to the second floor. I watched the heroes for a moment. They ignored me and I went down to the first floor.
    The thirteen tables were all set up with the right amount of food and the right type of food. I saw my table was still empty but that the entire floor was gathered around the table, waiting for me to sit down at the head. They all bowed. I lowered my head and sat down. The housekeeper came with some helpers and they set down a plate of roast in front of me. I nodded my consent and let them dish us up. Setting the remainder of the food in front of me and left to help the rest of the orphanage. I took a bite and watched them dig in and start conversations. The two nearest to me started talking about how they had stolen a baby from a cradle and left it in the lake on a raft chained to the bottom. I glared when they looked at me, hoping for praise. Their faces fell and they looked away, stuffing their mouths so they didn’t have to explain themselves. I rolled my eyes and ate a small morsel of food so the others didn’t try to engage me in a conversation.
    After dinner was over, we all went outside to have a bonfire. It was a Friday and the bonfire was a tradition that the orphanage had. I sat in the back with all the other people from my floor. The witches that had befriended the boy and girl from earlier were all throwing me death stares as we sang random songs and told stories. Each floor had a story for the orphanage. The heroes told of great triumphs over the villains and the heroic stands their dead parents took. I sat uncomfortably throughout the whole thing. When they got to our floor, I stood and told the story of the downfall of a hero. It was enjoyable for everyone, especially me, because all of the new kids didn’t know that my floor did special effects in the fire to help along my stories. I was hearing how well I could spin a tale. My floor mates were always asking for stories because they claimed that I could paint the picture of the story. Or… so they claimed.
    The bonfire ended quickly. The floor waited until I rose before getting up and going up to their rooms. Sighing, I walked up to my room, my feet dragging. When I finally got up to my room, everyone else had gotten to their room. Thinking I might hang out on the fifth floor tonight, I walked into the black door that lead to my room. My laptop was waiting on my bed, open onto Gaia. My iPod was paused on my dresser and I grabbed it and fell onto my bed with a sigh. Sticking one headphone in my ear, I turned onto my stomach and logged back on to Gaia. My buddy Punky Dory was on line. I typed a hello and finished a puzzle while waiting for an answer. None came and I realized a bit too late that she had logged off before replying. “Wow,” I said to myself. “I’m an idiot and I’m crazy. I’m so crazy that I’m comfortable talking to myself.” I rolled my eyes at myself in the mirror. I looked at my clock. It read 12:00. Midnight. I got up and went down to the fifth floor. All the vampires were talking and goofing around. They all knew me and I was instantly told to sit and play poker with them.
    After a few hours of winning, I said my goodbyes and walked back up to my room. There was no one interesting on Gaia and my iPod was getting old. I lay down on my bed and soon fell asleep… my dreams troubled and my imagination wild.