Cinderella's Twisted Ending

Cinderella’s evil step mother shoved her into the upstairs tower room and locked the door. She slipped the key into her pocked and patted it to make sure it was secure. As she descended the great set of stairs she chuckled an evil laugh to herself. Cinderella was now furious, she just couldn’t live with herself to know that one of her unworthy step sister might be the one taking her place beside the Prince, the Prince that she danced with, the Prince that chased her when she ran, but could not keep up…the Prince that was searching for her at this moment. A few tears began rolling down her cheeks. No! She thought, I cannot cry! I’m much too angry!

She looked over at the mouse hole underneath the widow sill to see a few of her mouse friends scurrying out. “Cinderelly!” they squeaked, she went to them and picked them up in the palm of her hand. “The closet” one cried. “There’s an axe! Jack told me so!”

“Really?” She questioned hopefully and as she set the mice on the bed she rushed over to the closet and tried to yank it open, but with no luck. It had been locked also.

“Wait!” The same mouse shouted “I can pick the lock with my tail!” he suggested. It was only worth the try. Cinderella held the mouse to the key hole and sure enough he was successful. The door came swinging open with ease and sitting in the corner covered in cobwebs was an axe. Cinderella grabbed it; she thanked the mice for their help and then started hacking at the door. Each blow echoed through the house. Her step mother came rushing up the stairs to see why she was making such a ruckus.

“What on earth is going on here?!” She screamed when she saw the once locked door now splintered and smashed. Cinderella had hacked a opening just big enough for her to step out of and as soon as she did she was just a few stairs apart from her evil guardian. In a fit of rage Cinderella swung the axe and chopped the old woman’s head off with one swing. Her body frozen in its position for a few seconds and then it collapsed and tumbled down a number of stairs. Cinderella simply walked around the scene, the axe still in her hand, she held it with a firm grip.

At the bottom of the stairs she met the first of her step sisters. Before she could even start shouting at her Cinderella began hacking her in the stomach. Blood was squirting everywhere. Her sister fell to the floor and Cinderella kept swinging and hitting until the woman before her was now in to pieces, soaking in a pool of blood. Two down, one to go she thought…

She met her third victim just outside the room in the hallway. She was crying and confused as to what was going on. All she had heard in the past five minutes was terrible, piercing screams. She saw Cinderella coming in to the area, blood splattered all over her and a dripping axe. She screamed and turned to run but tripped on her elegant dress. Cinderella raised her weapon high above her head and brought it down right into the back of the girl’s head. Her scream ceased immediately. Cinderella ran back to her room, she gather new clothes and washed the blood off her skin. She threw the axe and her stained clothing into the fire place. “You must leave by tonight.” She informed the mice. “This house will be ablaze after dusk. I’m giving you the honors.”

Cinderella now dressed in a fine outfit she had made herself, sat in the parlor anxiously waiting for the Prince to come knocking on the door. Just after 5 o’ clock he showed up. The shoe was fitted and confirmed. Cinderella was taken to the castle. The next morning there was news going around of a kitchen fire at her old house. The place was burnt to ashes by the time anyone could get help. Locals say the women residing there didn’t make it out alive…