The man grinned, and cast his devil mask away. Eliza wished more than anything that he didn't, because his face was gaunt, and pale as snow. His eyes were black and empty, and his teeth were filed into fangs, like a dog.
seriously now this is just getting silly. ah well, if you can't beat 'em, join 'em. ********************************************************************** Having had entirely too much adversity for one morning, Eliza lept up into the air, somersaulting mid-flight, and judo kicked the hell-fiend in his grotesquely hideous mug.
Eliza sat down on the curb to regain her breath. Hell fiends already? At least it was just a weak manifestation, but she had even less time than she'd realised.
It was then a great big orange hummer came round the bend. It stopped directly in front of her, and the passenger side door opened to reveal a distinguished old butler at the wheel. He gestured for her to climb inside.
The butler turned to her and asked "What is your story?" "Well..." She said in exasperation "This is a story all about how, my life got flipped... turned upside down." She stammered. "And I'd like to take a minute, just sit right there. I'll tell you how I became the prince of a town called bel-air."
a wry smile crept across his face "humour? at a time like this? admirable m'lady" she caught his gaze as he made a left turn. "we know why you're here, what we're hoping you could tell us is" he paused she felt a knot twist in the pit of here stomach "why isn't he here with you?"
The butler had said, "us." Barnaby was in the hummer then, on the other side of the shutter behind her head. She struggled to keep her voice steady. "Not only isn't he with me, he's the one who opened the box."
The butler paled, staring at me wide-eyed. "You monstrous--you idiot--you fiendish horror!" He screamed, slammed the door, and drove away.
Eliza could hear his terrific utter repeating in her head, and had trouble familiarizing with the foreign language. She stumbled over the sidewalk, bumped into a valet as they dragged him with her in her fall and the both of them bumped into the airport security official. She sought after her purse, only to have forgotten it in the car that was almost about to turn around the corner.
She began sprinting after the car, but her legs were too short, and the vulgar Hummer too fast. She stopped, buckled over, breathing hard in the middle of a road. She turned around to hear the honk of an air horn, and the headlights of a truck. It hit her with a dull thud, as her head hit the gutter, her body miraculously bouncing off the truck, due to her elastic Spanx. She blinked, then fell unconscious.
When she regained consciousness, t'was not because someone had pressed a damp cloth to her forehead like they usually do. Oh, no, she woke up only because a stranger was prodding her with his foot. No, excuse me. He looked like a stranger at first glimpse, but when Eliza looked closely, it turned out to be-- "Kholo! What...?" Kholo grimaced anxiously, and said strainedly, "How're ya doin', sis?" Sure, the catchphrase was the same. But usually, when Eliza bumped into her brother Kholo, he greeted her with a laid-back grin, a flick of his right eyebrow, and oh-so-alert eyes.
Now Eliza has never seen eyebrows raised that high on anybody's face, but on second thought she must have been looking uniquely startled herself when she unintentionally repeated the things out loud that had been cursed at her by the witty manservant before. Besides her brother, nobody that overheard it knew what it meant. The crowd parted for their retreat.
"That makes no sense, Eliza!" Kholo said, eyes wide in trepidation. Eliza cackled--she didn't know she could cackle--and grabbed her brother's long, braided beard. "But it does. You and I both know it does!"
Kholo's square jaw worked furiously as if chewing on the words he had heard. Eliza suddenly let go, but then grabbed his beard again. "Eliza," he finally said, "I think perhaps your forever home should be in an asylum." She let go. An asylum?! "Kholo," Eliza whimpered, her heart brittle as glass that one more blow could shatter, "please tell me you didn't mean that." Kholo leaned in. "You're starting to go crazy, Eliza. You'll only get crazier. I think we put you inside an asylum so it doesn't get any worse." That was the blow, the knock-out blow that broke Eliza's heart. "How could you?" Was all she could muster before she turned away, sprinting down the cobblestone, crystalline tears streaming down her face, sobs mingled with heavy breathing, sweat meeting tears.
"It's for your own good", said Kholo, "escaping has got you in trouble already. Isn't there anyone capable enough of looking after you? You know it's not my job!" This is what their father must have been like, Eliza thought. Her guilt trip ended as soon as it started when abruptly...
One shot. Then another. Eliza spun around to grasp sight of what was going on, but all she could see was blood and gusts spilled before her. Women screamed, children wailed, and pedestrians ran for their life. She gasped as she realized that the bloodcurdling mass of insides belonged to an anaconda, the lifeless body propped on the edge of the pavement. Shit, she thought, this is happening faster than expected. "Sorry, Kholo, but I gotta go." And then she swung out her... NB: Was going to make it a little girl, but I thought that would make the story too grim. x_x
Dangerous device designed to defy denying Dennis' dark denim dungeon designers. The anaconda immediately puked out a little girl. When she looked closer - it was - her. Kholo still stood there in disbelief.
"What is going on? Am I the only sane person left in the world?" Kholo sputtered still trying to comprehend what he was seeing. "See! I am not crazy!"
The cold eyed stranger slowly walked into the fray, He smirked, chewing on his cocktail and tipped his hat, taking his shotgun and spoke aloud. '' Any of you people wanna escape? Escape now! This ain't no mental asylum, its a prison! Now, take up your guns, and kill the whole lot of them! '' He smirked, shooting into the ceiling as the alarms blared and black suited guards rushed past him, not giving an thought to him. '' Pleasure to help,'' He once again tipped his hat, advancing holding his shot gun, and looked for the girl.
Unfortunately, things only got crazier: a boy, no older than fifteen or sixteen, hurtled straight for Eliza, tossed her onto his shoulder like a sack of potatoes (either he was quite a large boy, or Eliza was small for her age, and she was pretty sure it was the first one), grabbed Kholo's hand, and sprinted away, Eliza bouncing on his collarbone and Kholo following behind, not sure what else to do.
"Seriously. $10 for a selfie with the Prince of Darkness, come on, cash only." He rubbed his wan cheek, which smeared his cheap makeup some. A large plush Elmo sidled up. "No, not him! Take your picture with Elmo! Elmo is your best friend!" The Elmo had the more believable accent, but Eliza hated these losers grifting money for photos with their germy fur. She went back into the airport to at least use the restroom.
I glanced at your picture while reading this. The triangle and circles created a "three-wheeler" feel. Hahaha.
