He watched the dancers move. He analyzed every detail, from the slight but graceful gestures of their hands to the flow of their steps. The weight of the bodies were well controlled, resulting in a smooth performance, with no sign of any stumbling. Flawless. Lovely. Like all of the dancers he’d seen on stage or even on TV. No matter what the dance, what music was playing, or what dance they were performing, it was lovely. It was vibrant, artful, flushed with color and spirit. And every time, he watched, not so much with adoration or inspiration, but rather, with a slightly dull logical observation, as if studying hard but lacking the vigor.
As the elegant red velvet drapes drew closer to each other, the dancers smiled with their …show more content…
Pierre watched him go for a moment, before averting his gaze to what lay in front of him. The room he’d stepped into was full of children. Their large, curious eyes rested on him. A woman smiled at him, and offered her arm towards him, gesturing for a handshake.
“You must be Pierre. I’ve heard so much about you. Come, join us.”
Pierre looked curiously at her hand. What was this? Did she want to give him her hand? As a welcoming gift? Odd. For an awkward minute he stared at the hand, unsure of what to do, before slowly offering his hand to her, confirming the handshake. As his arm fell to the side, he noticed his mother sitting in the back of the room, nodding while smiling. She seemed happy. So he concluded that he must be doing something right. When the stranger faced the children, he mimicked her and faced them too in a similar manner.
“Children, this is Pierre. He’s very good at dancing. And he’s come today to help some of you out during today’s lesson.”
The lesson started shortly afterwards. A classic ballet tune filled the air. For the first few minutes Pierre served as a model, perfectly matching the teacher’s form. This was a simple beginner’s routine. He himself had performed this command many times. He focused, meticulously sliding his feet and turning in time with the music. One could argue that he danced even more perfectly than the …show more content…
Insolent fool. Clearly a result of poor parenting and discipline. Children should learn not to cry.
“I will kill my enemies. That will be fun.”
The screaming in the background was ignored. Pierre focused on the girl and only her. He felt several hands clasp against his metal arms and waist, fiercely attempting to hold him back. It was futile. His strength was far too great and he proceeded forward with little effort. He was about to take a lethal swing when-
“STOP!” Another set of hands grab his shoulders. Pierre paused. He knew who that voice belonged to. The minute he paused, the girl fled, running as fast as her little legs would carry her. She wasn’t fast, but Pierre couldn’t find it in him to move before it was too late. When the hands let go, he found himself getting hotter.
“Pierre-”
He slashed fiercely at a table, knocking it over as well as several candles. He was fuming. Was this what humans called...rage?
The wooden table was soon enough engulfed in flames, spreading to the floor. Out of his peripheral vision he could make out the rest of the students fleeing out the door, his mother following them. He reached out to grab her
As the elegant red velvet drapes drew closer to each other, the dancers smiled with their …show more content…
Pierre watched him go for a moment, before averting his gaze to what lay in front of him. The room he’d stepped into was full of children. Their large, curious eyes rested on him. A woman smiled at him, and offered her arm towards him, gesturing for a handshake.
“You must be Pierre. I’ve heard so much about you. Come, join us.”
Pierre looked curiously at her hand. What was this? Did she want to give him her hand? As a welcoming gift? Odd. For an awkward minute he stared at the hand, unsure of what to do, before slowly offering his hand to her, confirming the handshake. As his arm fell to the side, he noticed his mother sitting in the back of the room, nodding while smiling. She seemed happy. So he concluded that he must be doing something right. When the stranger faced the children, he mimicked her and faced them too in a similar manner.
“Children, this is Pierre. He’s very good at dancing. And he’s come today to help some of you out during today’s lesson.”
The lesson started shortly afterwards. A classic ballet tune filled the air. For the first few minutes Pierre served as a model, perfectly matching the teacher’s form. This was a simple beginner’s routine. He himself had performed this command many times. He focused, meticulously sliding his feet and turning in time with the music. One could argue that he danced even more perfectly than the …show more content…
Insolent fool. Clearly a result of poor parenting and discipline. Children should learn not to cry.
“I will kill my enemies. That will be fun.”
The screaming in the background was ignored. Pierre focused on the girl and only her. He felt several hands clasp against his metal arms and waist, fiercely attempting to hold him back. It was futile. His strength was far too great and he proceeded forward with little effort. He was about to take a lethal swing when-
“STOP!” Another set of hands grab his shoulders. Pierre paused. He knew who that voice belonged to. The minute he paused, the girl fled, running as fast as her little legs would carry her. She wasn’t fast, but Pierre couldn’t find it in him to move before it was too late. When the hands let go, he found himself getting hotter.
“Pierre-”
He slashed fiercely at a table, knocking it over as well as several candles. He was fuming. Was this what humans called...rage?
The wooden table was soon enough engulfed in flames, spreading to the floor. Out of his peripheral vision he could make out the rest of the students fleeing out the door, his mother following them. He reached out to grab her