The Girl In the Chair

There once was a very large city.

In this city there lived a small girl who went everywhere in a very special chair. Some people were quite rude, but she didn’t let it get her down and lived a normal life.

One day, she heard a terrifying tale. Children who crossed through the large par near her house at night were going missing.

Her parents took her aside that evening. “Milly, you must never go in the park at night,” they said. “Promise us.”

“I promise,” she said.

For a time, everything was fine. Reports kept coming in of missing children, which her parents dutifully shielded her from. Milly avoided the park. With time, she started to forget all about the danger. 

Then, she made a big mistake. She was headed home in the early evening after some time well spent studying and decided to wheel herself through the park as a shortcut.

The first thing she noticed was the lack of any sounds. That’s when she remembered her promise to her parents and the situation that had prompted it.

In that moment, Milly felt very frightened. It seemed like the shadows themselves were a part of some sinister force.

She stopped and thought things through. She was about halfway through the park. If anything dangerous was lurking, it would be just as likely to catch her leaving as headed home.

She pushed her chair faster, trying to get through as quickly as possible.

She was passing over a rickety old bridge when she heard a loud sound coming towards her.

Stomp

Stomp

Stomp

Approaching her was a gigantic creature, easily two hundred fourteen centimetres tall. It had a dirty bandage covering its eyes, green hued flesh and tusks. Its hands were massive and dreadfully calloused.

“Who’s passing over my bridge?” he demanded in a loud, booming voice. He sniffed the air. “Ahh, human veal.”

“Please Sir,” Milly said. “I don’t taste good. My legs are all tough and metallic.”

“You can’t fool me,” he said, leaning down. “You smell tender and delicious.”

To prove a point he bit down where an ordinary child’s legs would have been. Milly pulled hers up and he chipped his teeth biting into her chair.

He pulled back abruptly.

Milly saw her chance and dropped a tube of lip balm near the edge of the bridge.

“Oops, I dropped my tooth restorer,” she said.

“Tooth restorer?” he sounded more than a little interested. “Give it here!”

He knelt down to pick it up. Milly rammed him in the back with her chair as hard as she could, knocking him off of the bridge and into the ravine.

She wheeled away as quickly as her arms would carry her.

She was safe, but unsatisfied.

After all, that troll was still out there. Who knows how many other kids would fall victim to his appetite?

She couldn’t tell her parents. They’d never believe she’d seen a troll. Plus she’d get grounded for breaking her promise.

She went to her class mates, but none of them would believe her. They all said she was making the whole thing up.

She was on her own.

She needed a plan, some way to get close to the troll without him seeing her. He definitely wouldn’t be baited into biting her chair again.

She spent some time thinking, plotting and she finally had a plan.

First, she borrowed a bow and some arrows from the archery club. Then she found some conium maculatum to grind up and coat the arrows with. She was careful to wear gloves at all times when handling the plant. It was, after all, a very dangerous plant. Finally, she waited for a rainy day and covered herself with mud. She had to make herself hard to smell.

She rolled into the park and slowly approached the bridge. She skipped several stones over the bridge.

Stomp

Stomp

Stomp

“Who’s crossing my bridge?” the troll demanded. He smelled the air, looking perplexed.

“A human, I think? Where?”

She notched an arrow and fired, hitting him directly in the arm before wheeling herself away. He howled with pain and ran in the direction she’d fired from.

She fired another shot, this one hitting him in the chest.

She continued firing and quickly moving before taking another shot. The troll’s burst of anger began to get more subdued after the fifth arrow. His movements grew more sluggish.

It was working. The poison was taking effect.

He finally collapsed, arrows still sticking into him. Milly fired her final arrows just to be safe. He was terribly big, after all.

She wheeled over to him. He’d stopped breathing.

Satisfied, she wheeled herself home to clean the mud off and enjoy a well deserved sleep.

When the troll’s body was found, the adults of the city were gob smacked. They couldn’t believe such a massive creature had been on the loose without them noticing. They were also confused as to who had slain the beast.

As for the children who had called her a liar, they knew the truth the moment the information on the troll came out. Milly became a hero at her school, though the adults could never figure out why.

After all, who could believe that such a very small girl stuck in a chair could, through clever planning and quick thinking, defeat such a monstrous creature?

About ktulu007

For me, writing is the greatest passion and sharing what I work on is a privilege. I write a lot about LGBT characters because so often the media we see with them is about their sexuality or gender identity or they’re the token LGBT character in a group of straight characters. So, I try to write a fleshed out character who’s part of a story about a fantasy quest or a star ship crew and happens to be LGBT. Comments are always appreciated. Just don't make me get sarcastic. Or do, I like being sarcastic.
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