Lucky Charmed

By Berry's Ambitions

Prologue

A/N: OMG! IT'S FINALLY HHHHEEEERRRREEEE! Okay, spazzing over now. But I can't believe I finally decided to push my my other, super-long fanfic (that only got four reviews) aside to start righting Lucky Charmed! Well, here's the basic plot:

Fira, now eighteen years old, is now in college. But when she finds the Leprechaun's gold ring lying in her dorm, things start to get a little... weird.

Now, I know not all of you are familiar with this Leprechaun guy. He's from the Leprechaun movies--no duh. Never heard of them? Try a website called "Connie's Leprechaun Center" and that should give you all the info you need. He plays a HUGE role in the fanfic, as well as Fira's life--even if neither of them now it yet! ;D And yes, Roger and Samara will be in this too. I don't know if they will be very important in this story, but hopefully they will have good dialogue.

Anyway, I sincerely hope that Lucky Charmed (bad title) will be a successful. Enjoy, and please review.

DISCLAIMER: I own nothing but the plot and a very small handful of characters.

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The two cloaked, hooded figures made there way through the fog. One of them was tall and thin, dressed fully in black cloth. The other wore a violet-blue cloak, and was much smaller than the other figure, barely up to its knee. The first figure's face could not be seen at all, but the other one's violet-blue eyes were unnaturally bright.

Neither of the ominious creatures spoke. They didn't need to. They knew where they were going and what they were doing.

Finally, they arrived at their destination--a dark gate. The larger figure raised his hand, and with a creak, the gate slowly opened.

Waiting inside the chamber for them were four beings seated in their chairs. Each wore simple white robes, yet they were beautiful.

In the first chair sat a young woman in her thirties. She had long dark brown hair, and curly, silky ringlets that fell down her mid-back. Her eyes were pale blue, clear and focused. Her hands were folded on her lap as she waited for someone, or something.

The second was an African-American man. His dark brown eyes glowed with wisdom, and his forehead with wrinkled with concentration.

The third mystical being was an eldery woman with short silver-gray hair and bright green eyes. She was even older than the African-American man.

The fourth and final person was an pretty African-American woman. She sat in the center in the room, a patient expression on her lovely face.

The hooded creatures silently entered the room. There were two chairs waiting for them. The first creature bowed respectively, then the second.

"Greetings." The first creature's voice was loud, booming, and solemn. He had a British accent.

The beautiful burnette woman smiled and nodded. "Welcome, Pinhead and Hell's Angel. Take a seat." She looked at the two chairs.

"Thank you, Grandmother." The smaller being, known as Hell's Angel, bowed again. She, unlike her associate, had a feminine voice.

Pinhead walked over and sat in his chair. Hell's Angel moved swiftly over to the seat next to him. Both removed their hoods. Pinhead looking terrifying. He had a slender, pale face, and his cranium was covered in pins. Hell's Angel was even more shocking. She was a doll made of porclain, with dead gray skin, shoulder-length blue-violet hair, and a red gem sat in middle of her forehead. Now it was time to begin the meeting.

There was a silence. Then, the the African-American man spoke. "They are about to meet soon, are they not?" He had a soft Haitian accent.

The silver-haired woman nodded. "Yes. It's hard to belief how much things are going to change." She shook his head in disbelief. "Fira is still very young. It will be much for her to take in..."

"No one said we had to tell her," the African-American woman reassured her. She shot Pinhead a displeased look. "However, Pinhead gave Fira one to many hints about her future."

Pinhead's dark, soulless eyes flashed in anger. "What are you suggesting, Esmeralda?" he asked with the slightest hint of a snarl.

Esmeralda sighed. "Pinhead, please, I meant no harm. I was only recalling the time you mentioned how her destiny had to do with 'luck'. What if she had figured it out?"

"She was a meer child of thirteen at the time, with absoloutely zero knowledge of his existance." Pinhead exaggerated the word 'him'.

The woman with dark hair gave the two quarrelling beings a sharp glance. "Esmeralda, Pinhead, do not argue. We must discuss this. It is only a matter time before they meet."

The older woman looked uneasy as well. "I can't believe this is happening. When they meet ... they can combine their powerful gifts and help people. They can start to figure out who they really are. But... they can fall into the hands of the ones who want them for evil... or dead."

"I fear for their futures, too," the burnette went on, "you know about the... Uprising." She turned to Hell's Angel. "Is there anything you and Pinhead can do to stop it? Anything at all?"

Hell's Angel shook her head. "I'm sorry. It has already begun."

The burnette's blue eyes grew fearful, and the silver-haired woman put a wrinkled hand on her shoulder. "Calm yourself, Christine. I know the situation is very grave, but we will find a way out of this. We have to."

"I suppose you are right, Karleen. For the two of them are our only hopes. The fate of everything held dear to them is at risk," Christine murmured.

The African-American man, who had barely spoken during the whole event, voiced his idea. "Fira is dreaming. Do you believe this is the right time to speak with her?"

Esmeralda arose from her chair, white robes swaying in a sudden breeze. "I will go, John. Fira may not know who I am, but it is important I give her a message."

Pinhead too got up from where he sat. Hell's Angel followed his lead. "I too best be going. Good luck to all of you. Come, Glenda." He raised his hand for the second time, and he and his apprentice disappeared.

Karleen watched them go in silence. Luck... we will be needing it.

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A/N: So, Pinhead and Hell's Angel (Glenda) paid a visit to some mysterious strangers. Very mysterious, huh? Here is who's playing who:

Pinhead: Doug Bradley.

Glenda/Hell's Angel (voice): Jessica Biele.

Christine: Emmy Rossum.

John: Raymond Oliver.

Karleen: Sissy Spacek.

Esmeralda: Donzaleigh Abernathy.

Just to tell who don't know, Christine is Chucky's biological mother. That's why Glenda called her 'Grandmother'. John was Chucky's old voodoo instructor. He still visits Chucky's family to give them hints and warnings of the future. Karleen--who still hasn't been introduced in any other stories of mine--ressurected Chucky and Tiffany in between Bride of Chucky and Seed of Chucky. And finally, Esmeralda. Like Pinhead (he's from Hellraiser), she isn't a Child's Play character. She's from Leprechaun: Back 2 Tha Hood. She was a wise pyschic who knew about the Leprechaun, who killed her in a magic duel near the end of the movie.

I can't say very much else without spoiling the whole story, so I hope that was enough info. I hope you all liked the prologue. I know the fanfic seems serious, but it'll lighten up by the end of chapter one.

Until next time!