#TheCliches
I got an email from Lucy.
"We have obtained Miss Lucy. We are using her email to tell you to prove that she is in our control. If you ever wish the see her again, please write a story telling how she escapes. We are waiting. Write child. Her life depends on it.
-the cliches"
Hmm. I sent her a short fiction full of cliches (but I couldnt find it to post it here :/), but then she sent me this:
"We thought that would gain your attention. Sadly, Miss Hannah, we must inform you that cat sidekicks are not a cliche and that you didn't even have a betrayal of any kind in there. We suggest you try harder. The clock is ticking dear. Best of luck.
- the cliches"
Next, this was created:
Aw, what? No fair! Alright, alright. Be prepared for a BUNCH of cliches coming your way.
MUAAHHAHHAHAHAHHAA >:3
The leader of the three men cackled, grinning evilly at Louisa, where she stood in her cage. "Now you're trapped, and you'll never be able to escape!" he shouted, and his two friends nodded in confirmation. "You see, all this time, I've been planning something: Something huge. I am going... to blow up the earth! And the button? It is right in my hand."
"You just told me the entirety of your plan, Mister."
"And I'll win, regardless! After all, you're thoroughly trapped."
"That's what you think," a mysterious, low voice growled. A tall man with dark hair that covered one eye stepped into the light. He was wearing a leather biker jacket and he looked like a really tough dude, but also a loner. Louisa knew that he never talked to anyone at her school. (Yes, she was only fourteen. And yet, somehow, she managed to fight her way to the heart of the supervillain problem that the FBI couldn't even begin to figure out.)
Louisa gasped. "Aiden! You're here!"
"Yes, Lou, and I came for you."
"For- for me? But you've always hated everyone you ever came into contact with!"
"Well, yeah, but... You're different, Lou." He looked down, blushing and smiling shyly even though he was the school bad boy who was a total player and never seemed to show any semblance of real feelings. Apparently Louisa was capable of bringing out the best in everyone!
"Well, you won't be able to save her!" Mr. Cliche snarled. "She's mine!" Suddenly, his voice dropped to something that sounded quiet, regretful, full of sadness. "Just like she used to be."
"Used to be? What do you mean?" Louisa asked.
"I- I- I'm Jacob," he said softly. When she showed no signs of recognition, he frowned. "You don't remember me? We were- we were childhood friends."
Louisa's eyes widened almost comically as all the memories suddenly came flooding back. "Jacob! Omigosh, it's- it's you, it's really you! I've been in love with you for years!"
"Really? I've been in love with you, too!"
"No way!"
"What the crap, you captured her, tortured her for hours, and locked her in a cage," Aiden deadpanned. "How is that showing your affection." Louisa doesn't know if he really understands the idea of the question mark.
"It's okay, Aiden! I can forgive him, after all, he had good intentions! Right?" she asked.
"Of course I did! I almost blew up the world for you, Louisa," Mr. Cliche said lovingly. He was like forty-some years old and Aiden wondered how he and Louisa could have possibly been childhood friends. Actually, Louisa and Aiden had known each other since birth, and Aiden was pretty sure he didn't remember a dude named 'Jacob' ever entering the picture. Hmm. Then again, perhaps Aiden hadn't been paying much attention to Louisa before he did his complete turn around, became a totally new person, and fell in love with what some would call "the girl next door." (That's Louisa.) He was paying attention now, though.
"Louisa, no! What about me?" he asked, distressed. He must have learned how to use a question mark.
"Oh- Aiden!" Louisa remembered, suddenly focusing in on the boy's face. "Oh no- I love you, too!"
Everyone gasped.
"Louisa," a new, deep voice hissed. A dude dressed in all black stepped out of the shadows Aiden had stepped out from, and Aiden wondered how he hadn't noticed he was there before.
"Johnny? I haven't seen you since that day you left me all alone at the airport! I thought I'd lost you forever!" Louisa said, eyes tearing up.
"Yeah, well, you could've just caught the next plane like a normal person instead of shoving through security to get to MY plane. After all, I was only travelling a few states over."
Someone shushed him. He frowned.
"Anyways..," he said, back to his scary, deep voice. "Louisa... I am your father."
Louisa gasped, Aiden gasped, Jacob gasped, those two other Cliche henchmen who had been there watching the whole thing like a soap opera gasped, even Johnny gasped, because everyone else was gasping, so why not?
"No! It can't be! My dad died in some unspecified year from some generic car crash!" Louisa cried out, not quite believing her ears.
"Exactly - and yet, it was all staged! It wasn't really me in the car crash!" he chuckled evilly. Wait, why was he chuckling evilly?
"D-Dad?" Louisa asked, scared.
"That's right, Louisa. I'm not exactly on your side at the moment."
"W-What!?"
"I'm the one who killed your mother!" he revealed, grinning sardonically.
"No! It can't be!" Louisa yelled again, but she was an unoriginal little girl. She was very plain. She wasn't creative, only creative enough to win second place in her school's science fair every year (except for fifth grade, where she won first). And she wasn't smart - she only had 98% or higher in all of her classes! How did she manage to pass the eighth grade? And her appearance was boring and normal - her dark blond hair fell in waves to her shoulders, and her eyes were a sparkly blue. Her skin was almost perfect.
She didn't know what Jacob/Aiden saw in her. After all, they were perfect! I mean, Aiden was so adorable when he broke the heart of every girl in their school, and he just barely passed every single one of his classes! Amazing! And Jacob, here, he actually took over the world, and all for Louisa! What a heart of gold!
Johnny's startled voice snapped her out of her reverie. "What- what are you doing!?"
The kind, innocent-looking best friend who had been on Louisa's side for the majority of the story tackled Johnny to the ground. "You can't just mess around with Louisa's emotions like that!" he shouted, sounding like he really cared about her.
She was oblivious, because apparently his smarts, looks, and desire to actually help mankind did not appeal to her. He was just her best friend, nothing more, nothing less. She'd never notice his feelings for her. He sighed, because he was okay with that, just as long as he could protect her.
Aiden started to pull the best friend away, and the best friends started to fight back, but Louisa screamed, "No, wait! Aiden's only mean to the world because his parents abused him as a child!"
The best friend didn't think that was a very good excuse for hating everyone, but he shrugged and continued on anyways.
"I'll help you outta here, Lou," the dude said, and then he captured everyone "including the henchmen" and helped her escape.
"Wait, you can't! You don't understand!" Johnny shouted. "She's the Chosen One! I need to warn her!"
"Then why the heck did you tell her you killed her fricking mom!?"
"Because I was undercover," the man hissed. The best friend looked on skeptically.
"You're an idiot." So he left the five idiot villain people with the FBI (who were suddenly capable of doing this sort of thing), and took Louisa home.
When they got home, she cried at the loss of her father and also Aiden and also Jacob and also the two henchmen because why not?
The End. :)