Doll Eyes
They found us, the two young while exchanging glances. They sprayed their last mark before jolting at the sound of the sirens. The rush of it all swept through their eyes in a wave of adrenalin. They sought cover behind a brick building and tried to keep their heaping breaths to a minimum. “Lori you cannot speak of this to anyone, you hear?” The last thing Rebecca remembered was the shadow of a troubled girl nodding. ***
Re-living this sequence of events in a daze she awakens startled as the sirens run past on the busy streets of Manhattan. She grabs her paint set on the little broken table and sighs when she sees what is left of it. The paint has been obliterated and the remains have dried up into nothing. Looking around, Rebecca …show more content…
Tonight she chooses an alleyway near where she earlier was working. Waking up to the smell of smoke and dust, Rebecca jolts up. Alarmed, she starts to search for the source of this fire. To her disbelief she finds torn up chunks of canvas near a dumpster not too far. Looking inside she examines a heap of ashes and immediately falls to the cement. She smelled the burning paint still sizzling with a couple of her pieces still able to make out. As if this isn't enough to set anyone off, taped on top of the dumpster is a flyer of some kind. It reads “Open gallery where you can enjoy unique pieces left and right. Enjoy our newest piece, “Doll Eyes.” And evidently a picture of Rebecca's infamous masterpiece is imprinted on the paper. The flyer also explains the times of this open gallery as 4:00pm. Her mind and body are both still numb with anger and confusion and she only knows one thing. She is going to that event. Whoever burned her paintings and stole her most prized possession is somehow seeking revenge. As the time rolls around she cannot wait long enough. She is the first one there violently opening the door ready to get to the bottom of this. A man in a suit with hair drowning in gel is standing by an all too familiar painting explaining it to a civilian. Fiercely walking up to him she interrupts the conversation questioning where he got the
They found us, the two young while exchanging glances. They sprayed their last mark before jolting at the sound of the sirens. The rush of it all swept through their eyes in a wave of adrenalin. They sought cover behind a brick building and tried to keep their heaping breaths to a minimum. “Lori you cannot speak of this to anyone, you hear?” The last thing Rebecca remembered was the shadow of a troubled girl nodding. ***
Re-living this sequence of events in a daze she awakens startled as the sirens run past on the busy streets of Manhattan. She grabs her paint set on the little broken table and sighs when she sees what is left of it. The paint has been obliterated and the remains have dried up into nothing. Looking around, Rebecca …show more content…
Tonight she chooses an alleyway near where she earlier was working. Waking up to the smell of smoke and dust, Rebecca jolts up. Alarmed, she starts to search for the source of this fire. To her disbelief she finds torn up chunks of canvas near a dumpster not too far. Looking inside she examines a heap of ashes and immediately falls to the cement. She smelled the burning paint still sizzling with a couple of her pieces still able to make out. As if this isn't enough to set anyone off, taped on top of the dumpster is a flyer of some kind. It reads “Open gallery where you can enjoy unique pieces left and right. Enjoy our newest piece, “Doll Eyes.” And evidently a picture of Rebecca's infamous masterpiece is imprinted on the paper. The flyer also explains the times of this open gallery as 4:00pm. Her mind and body are both still numb with anger and confusion and she only knows one thing. She is going to that event. Whoever burned her paintings and stole her most prized possession is somehow seeking revenge. As the time rolls around she cannot wait long enough. She is the first one there violently opening the door ready to get to the bottom of this. A man in a suit with hair drowning in gel is standing by an all too familiar painting explaining it to a civilian. Fiercely walking up to him she interrupts the conversation questioning where he got the