Free Beauty Never Dies by Cameron Jace

my lips. “Wonderland is someone else’s department. What's with everone confusing his roles today?”
    “Wonderland, Neverland, and Disneyland. They are all childish names for places I hate the most,” She said. “Now listen, I need you to tell me what every item means to you.”
    “Hmm. Did you say that each item belonged to a fairy tale character?”
    “That’s what I think,” She pointed at the breadcrumbs. “Who do you think the breadcrumbs belong to?”
    “That’s a silly question, my Queen. Where there are breadcrumbs, there are Hansel and Gretel.”
    “And a witch.” The Queen said.
    “And a witch,” I agreed. This woman thought everything over. I always thought she could use a weekend in the sun and do something nerdy, so she would relax. The thought made me remember Count Dracula playing Zombie Attack on my Xbox inside the chamber. I wondered if he broke my high score record. I killed 4000 zombies with one thumb once. “But why would a witch help Snow White?”
    “Good point.” She said.
    “Besides, weren’t you the witch in the Hansel and Gretel thing? I’ve always thought all bad characters were only a personification of you.” I started chewing a peach-flavored gum. I liked those.
    “Funny funny,” She mocked me. Finally, she didn’t neglect my sarcasm. “So you know where Hansel and Gretel are, or if they still know who they are?”
    “It’s going to be hard to find Gretel. She’s been into witchcraft herself, and probably lives with some Voodoo cult or something. As much as I love her, she’s become pretty cuckoo in the head lately. I guess that after she had saved her brother from the witch, she lost it.”
    “And Hansel?”
    “I don’t think Hansel is one of them. He is a dependent and useless boy who is hungry all the time. Had his sister not been saving him repeatedly, he would have been dead by now. Believe me, the breadcrumbs belong to Gretel. She was obsessed with Snow White when we were in school. She adored your daughter. But I can’t help you with finding her.” I said, checking my watch. It was almost midnight. I had an appointment with my love at midnight, but I wouldn’t tell the Queen.
    “And the fork?” The queen held a silver fork in front of her. It was rather fancy for a sixteen-year-old fairy tale character.
    “Where there is a fork, there is a devil.” I mused, intentionally turning my Auburn eyes into black.
    “You don’t scare me, Peter. Try that with the kids you kidnap every night.”
    Her words made me look over her shoulder in the direction of another chamber in my castle, next to the one where I locked Count Dracula. It was where I kept the kids locked in a cage. In a couple of days, these homeless kids will be sent to Neverland. If the real world was tough on them, it was time they enjoyed the other wonderful realms in Dreamworld. “I have a Neverland to build,” I winked at her. “It needs a lot of kids.”
    “Whateva,” The Queen waved her hands in the air, showing expensive bracelets and jewelry wrapped around her wrist. “So you seriously think the fork belongs to a devil?”
    “Or a devil’s son,” I raised a single eyebrow. “Or daughter, or even his cook will do. How the hell should I know? Did you ever meet a devil in a fairy tale?"
    “It depends on what fairy tale you are talking about. The true ones or the false?”
    “In that case, I can’t help. You will have to dig deeper in the matter. And what is that?” I picked up one of the seven items: a plate.
    “This one is most confusing,” She said. “I don’t remember the significance of a plate in any of the tales. Do you have a clue?”
    “Of course,” I said as I took out the gum from my mouth and glued it to the plate. I had no idea why I did that, but it seemed like a cool thing to do. Gums, if not in your mouth, belonged on plates or the  wood of your desk at school. “NOT!”
    “Don’t vandalize the plate,” The Queen looked irritated. “These items are