Bit Floating in my Brain
This is not your average fairy tale. The villain is not consumed with world domination and the hero is not brave. And I am no one, I am simply and observer and recorder of that which I see and am told. In fact most of this story was told to me, anything involving danger or action. Now that you have been forewarned, let us begin.
I supposed the proper way to start this would be with "once upon a time" but let us skip that level of cliche shall we? Instead let us start with some time in the 1980's in a city of not a whole lot of importance our hero was born. Twins, actually, a boy and a girl. Apollo and Artemis were their names. I kid you not, their parent were either that cruel or did that many drugs. Paul and Missy, as they insisted they be referred to as soon as they were able to think of reasonable nicknames, grew up in poverty only they didn't realize it. One of their fondly remember games was Hide From The Electric Man. Apparently they can't turn off your electricity if you aren't home. (Did you know this? I didn't) Their clothes were rejected hand-me-downs from the 70's purchased on sale at the local charity shop. Food consisted of whatever they could scrounge up. Father a perfectly ordinary man with a rather extraordinary temper, worked in medicine, but was not a doctor, and often work two jobs. Mother was a stay-at-home-mom who had decided that the mom part of that job description was to much effort and therefore stopped doing it. Mother had a bit of an ego so when she had a tiff with the twin's school, the twins were pulled out of school to be educated at home (which was really them being ignored while Mother read a book). And so the twins grew up in such a life. They spent many an afternoon dodging plates and cutting word from Mother, and hiding from Father's belt (or hanger or ladle or whatever else he happened to grab).
Paul and Missy learned at a rather young age to be responsible and independent, like all good heroic martyrs. Paul was in charge of the yard (really not more than a small patch of green), the rubbish, the laundry, the dishes and the hallways. Missy was in charge of the cooking, the kitchen, the first and second floor and all the bathrooms. I have never been certain what Mother was in charge of, but she did suffer dreadfully (just ask her).
Paul and Missy did have one thing in their favor and that was that they were dreadfully clever. Paul could remember just about everything he read and Missy could take apart any item, figure out how it worked and put it back together (often working better than it had before). They were considered rather odd, seeing as Paul would be able to rattle off facts and statistic regarding just about anything and Missy's gift of seeing how thing went together, a sort of instinctive deductive reasoning, applied to people as well as to things. Adults avoided them and their children took their cue from the actions of their mummy and daddy. With the exception of Amy and John. Amy's parents were artist and were bound to be a bit odd on their own (and by odd the women of the street really meant high as kites), so she did not mind the peculiarities of the twins. And John, well the less said about John's mother the better. John's father ran off with a younger woman and his mum never really got over it. And John looks just like his father. They were not a merry bunch marauding about the neighborhood, rather four ignored and unloved children who managed to find solace in each other.
This is not truly where our story begins, but I though I should set the scene a bit. Now, let us begin.
I supposed the proper way to start this would be with "once upon a time" but let us skip that level of cliche shall we? Instead let us start with some time in the 1980's in a city of not a whole lot of importance our hero was born. Twins, actually, a boy and a girl. Apollo and Artemis were their names. I kid you not, their parent were either that cruel or did that many drugs. Paul and Missy, as they insisted they be referred to as soon as they were able to think of reasonable nicknames, grew up in poverty only they didn't realize it. One of their fondly remember games was Hide From The Electric Man. Apparently they can't turn off your electricity if you aren't home. (Did you know this? I didn't) Their clothes were rejected hand-me-downs from the 70's purchased on sale at the local charity shop. Food consisted of whatever they could scrounge up. Father a perfectly ordinary man with a rather extraordinary temper, worked in medicine, but was not a doctor, and often work two jobs. Mother was a stay-at-home-mom who had decided that the mom part of that job description was to much effort and therefore stopped doing it. Mother had a bit of an ego so when she had a tiff with the twin's school, the twins were pulled out of school to be educated at home (which was really them being ignored while Mother read a book). And so the twins grew up in such a life. They spent many an afternoon dodging plates and cutting word from Mother, and hiding from Father's belt (or hanger or ladle or whatever else he happened to grab).
Paul and Missy learned at a rather young age to be responsible and independent, like all good heroic martyrs. Paul was in charge of the yard (really not more than a small patch of green), the rubbish, the laundry, the dishes and the hallways. Missy was in charge of the cooking, the kitchen, the first and second floor and all the bathrooms. I have never been certain what Mother was in charge of, but she did suffer dreadfully (just ask her).
Paul and Missy did have one thing in their favor and that was that they were dreadfully clever. Paul could remember just about everything he read and Missy could take apart any item, figure out how it worked and put it back together (often working better than it had before). They were considered rather odd, seeing as Paul would be able to rattle off facts and statistic regarding just about anything and Missy's gift of seeing how thing went together, a sort of instinctive deductive reasoning, applied to people as well as to things. Adults avoided them and their children took their cue from the actions of their mummy and daddy. With the exception of Amy and John. Amy's parents were artist and were bound to be a bit odd on their own (and by odd the women of the street really meant high as kites), so she did not mind the peculiarities of the twins. And John, well the less said about John's mother the better. John's father ran off with a younger woman and his mum never really got over it. And John looks just like his father. They were not a merry bunch marauding about the neighborhood, rather four ignored and unloved children who managed to find solace in each other.
This is not truly where our story begins, but I though I should set the scene a bit. Now, let us begin.