Wolves aren't all that bad. We don't even care about the majority of humans. We just want to live our lives like everyone else. However I couldn’t help my hunger, I am bloodthirsty. It's in my DNA, it's who I am. It's the way it's meant to be. But it is always the humans that trouble us and make us out to be the bad guys. She was old, fragile, but had amazing stamina. I was only trying to defend myself. I didn't mean to hurt anyone. But she has made it her life decision to hunt and chase me down till my end. I had no choice but to retaliate, however of course it didn’t help my reputation. I am hungry and she is bold enough to go after me, so who is really the predator? Wolves or humans? A wolf hunting a human, that's all people see, that's all they want to believe. Has anyone else asked me my side of the story? Of course not. Nobody cares about the big bad wolf. I didn’t want to cause suspicion once I had done what I needed to do, so I disguised myself as granny. The only person who thought to continue her legacy and hunt me down again was a little girl in a blood red cape. This is just the beginning of MY story. Sometimes you have to be bad to protect yourself.
Tried to Kill My Fiancee and Her Sister AITA?
I (23M) tried to kill my fiancee’s (18F) sister (21F) after I found out she was a witch. I am the youngest of 12 brothers and that left my father paying me no attention. I wanted to impress my father with a crown of my own so I got engaged to my fiancee who was heir to the throne after her sister. Initially, I did like my fiancee and we rushed into engagement after a romantic meet-cute. Her sister disapproved and in a fit of rage, she revealed that she was a witch. Now I don’t know about you guys but I was raised to believe witches were to be burned at the stake or banished. My fiancee swears that her sister is a good person but I tried to capture and contain her evil. Then my fiancee went off on a quest to find her sister reportedly with another man. He (21M) was flirting with my fiancee. He seemed delusional talking to a reindeer (13M). At this point, I got the ick. No man should have been with her, apart from me. Trying to rescue her from the strange man and her evil sister I got attacked by some ghoul her sister whipped up made of snow. Now my only chance of a crown is to marry my fiancee as soon as possible and then kill her and her sister. Am I the asshole?
It was as if I had become a spectator of my own descent into inhumanity, clutching onto the scraps of myself that remained recognisable and going to streams for water only under the cover of night so as to not be confronted with my own reflection. I belonged no more to the woods than I did to any place of civilization; learned to trust witches no more than my brothers. From a young age I had been taught that you can count only on yourself to chart a path of power, and I fought to do just that. But people became obstacles, and my desperation to make more for myself than simply a cursive name embroidered on a family tree left me resorting to magic. Magic. The word once held promise. Magic is part of me now. Magic is the burn scars in place of hair on my head from where villages have fought in vain to ‘slay that horrific beast or die in the name of those we love’. Magic is the arrows strung down my back from Merida’s merciless mission to bring me the death I am beginning to long for. Magic is my left eye, blocked and bloody and a constant reminder, every morning when I wake, that you can never see your own fate.
My greed for power had all consumed me, festering like poison.
From rags to riches. I had to fight my way to the top. Short silly man. They would yell at me. No one will ever love you. You are four feet tall and have no money of your own. Good luck trying to court a bride! I will prove them wrong. I will become royalty and get my crown. That way I can have a beautiful princess all to myself. People will take me seriously then. They will bow to me as I walk tall, linking arms with a wife of my own. I will have all the power. All those foolish people who mocked me will be seized. I will be filthy rich and they will call me their lord. Lord Farquad. Yes. I can see it now.
The town was my stage for everything was a competition, and I had to win, to make him proud, to prove that I was worthy as a son and a man, my brothers left for Paris pursuing wealth which proved to be successful and my sisters were courted and married to men of equal riches, so it was just me left behind in Villeneuve. I remember when I was only nine, going on my first hunt with my father, and how he looked when I couldn’t bring myself to pull the trigger and send the bullet through the skull of a deer and how he forced me with a knife to remove fur from muscle and how he looked at me with disgust when I couldn’t bring myself to do it, tears falling from my eyes.
So I forced myself to get stronger or I would face his ire, whether by his words or hands, I worked myself harder and harder until my body was fine-tuned like a machine, muscles akin to the inner workings of the machines. I went away to war, came back with my uniform decorated with medals, praised for my bravery and strength. But for my father, it wasn’t enough, I had not found a girl to whom I had offered my hand, so I went after her even though in reality I had no interest in her, I cared for her but only as a friend my interests lied elsewhere with someone else. So when I heard that she had been captured by the beast I saw my chance to make my father proud, so up to his castle I went weapon in hand. I will never forget the look on his face as I had to remove his hands from my chest, with a promise I would return to him, my sweet LeFou.
Influence is power. That’s what people misunderstand. It's not money, or strength or even kindness. I was given plenty of those things and yet, here I am. Locked in jail cell, tied to the whims of a witch and her dullard sister. A fifth son I was born, and it seems a fifth son I will die. Titleless, pennyless, and shunned. Even my brothers won’t answer my messages, their love running dry when the influence does. I am not a villain, men of more titles committed actions just like mine and yet received no penance. It is not my fault she was stupid enough to trust me, and the long winter that was killing their crops and stopping their ships certainly wasn’t either. I didn’t even know that was going to happen. Magic is certainly out of my purview, and yet I adapted. That is not something you would see one of my brothers doing. For all their deep seeded judgement, they sure are useless. Alas here I sit, in a ship's dungeon contemplating my fate. Although for not long, because the thing about influence, is that can survive even the most potent social suicides. And plus it’s hard to keep a fifth son down.
I never had the chance to ascend my family's throne. I am the 13th of my siblings, it will never be possible. Until it was. Anna was easy to marry, there was not a thought behind those eyes. All I had to do was seize the throne from her sister and kill her. Anna made it simple, her wicked sister freezing her from the inside out. I just had to wait it out for her to die. Then the throne would be quick to snatch. But it wasn't, through evil dark magic Anna was alive, it's not possible. They sent me away, punished me, exiled me. There is another kingdom close by, I shall travel there and try again. I will get what I want.
He steals the kids but yet they call me the villain, all I did was try and stop him. But all that got me was a hook for a hand and PTSD triggered by a goddamn crocodile. He is seen as the hero, the good guy, the one who can do no wrong but I am the one who takes the children home and continues to free them and lets only the brave and smart stay to help me free the others. Just because his name sounds innocent and sweet it hides a dark truth behind the mask of Peter Pan. I’ve seen the truth. We all have. No one asks what happens to the Lost Boys who grow up. No one wonders where they go. They don’t know and they don’t care but I do. Pan called it “thinning the herd” no doubt as a way to stop the others from getting scared. We were the lucky ones. We made it out but that can’t be said for all of us. All I ever wanted to do was save the kids and bring Pan to justice. But I failed and I doubt there’s anyone left who can stop him.
There is no greater curse than a bad child. Bad daughters especially. Girls are expected to be self-controlled. When they aren’t, it brings the greatest shame I’ve ever experienced.
My oldest daughter Cinderella is one such child, and she grew all the more troubled when her father died. I tried to be a gentle mother - I tried all the old wives’ methods - but believe me, that girl was fundamentally bad from the beginning. Never mind that she’s suffered - haven’t we all? She still acts like a brat.
My solution was to be very strict with her. When she cried - she cried much more than is appropriate after her father died - I punished her. When she tantrumed and got angry I made sure she received the worst and most menial jobs in the household. Teach her how badly she treated me.
Drusilla and Anastasia, my other daughters, were at least tolerable. They were also disturbed by the death of their father. They were younger at the time, though, so their reaction is understandable. I need my oldest daughter to keep it together.
The truth is, I wasn’t saddened by his death. The truth is, I may have had a role in it. Sure I had a role in it. He was horrible. Useless. A waste of space. Cinderella knew. She watched me poison him. She knows. Drusilla and Anastasia do not, they were four when I did it. Cinderella was six. My response to anyone who asks questions about his death and anyone who thinks Cinderella tells the truth. I just say she's crazy, traumatised by his death, delusional.
We received a letter from the king, an invitation to the ball for an offer for his son's hand in marriage if any lady could make the prince fall. My daughters weren't very beautiful, but if they married the prince they would be looked after, when I am gone. Cinderella couldn't go. If the king or the prince heard about my crime then I will be hanged. They wouldn’t dare not believe their future queen. So when I found out she went anyway and returned, I locked her away. She’s incredibly stupid.