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"Go on!" said Jennifer coldly.
"Please don't make me," Kristine pleaded. "He's going to catch me!"
"Well, then you better make up a good story to feed him!" Jennifer spat back, shoving Kristine into the open.
Kristine lurched forward but caught herself, clumsily. Surprisingly, no one was looking at her. She peered around, trying to walk casually.
"He's not here!" she whispered back into the bushes. "I don't think he came to-" Kristine stopped short.
"What? He's not? What did you say?" Jennifer crawled out of the bushes to see Joe holding Kristine with his hand clamped over her mouth. He glared at Jennifer with wild eyes.
The sun was bright and almost felt like it was burning his skin after so many months of rain. The flowers were daring to bud, and he wanted to crush them all. He wanted to strangle the singing birds and leave them on her doorstep. He wanted to smash the flowers and put them in her mailbox. He wanted to focus the sun on her to burn her up, but he knew none of these things would make her feel the pain of the horrible vacuum that she had left in his chest. No pain he could physically inflict on her could match up to the searing stabbing feeling within him that made it hard to breathe. And so he lay in the grass, hating the flowers, hating the now cloudless sky, hating the smells of spring and the stupid singing birds... but most of all, hating himself.
Dirk shouted at the cast members. "This is awful! You are ruining everything!" He pointed at the backdrop and the props on the stage. "Carlos has built something beautiful here and you are pissing on it with your horrible acting! You need to BE the characters, become ONE with the scenery here! You are all doing it a terrible injustice!" He stomped off the stage and back into the audience chairs.
"Again from the top! And don't insult me this time!" he yelled. The children toddled back to their places and put the paper plate masks back over their faces. Little Sarah was the first to start, and said in her slightly quavering voice, "We are the four food groups..."
Kendall shoved her ahead of him. "Here, take her!" he spat callously. Elizabeth turned around to look at him, a pit in her stomach and a stabbing pain in her chest.
With lascivious eyes, the man with the slicked back hair took her and held her to him. He picked up the suitcase filled with money and threw it towards Kendall. "Pleasure doing business," he said, licking his lips.
Kendall grabbed the suitcase and Elizabeth closed her eyes, listening to his footsteps hit the pavement in quick succession as he sped away from them as fast as he could out of the alley.
His eyes were cool, calculating. "I know what you're thinking."
She stared at him, her heart throbbing in her chest, like a stampeding horse. She longed to tell him how much she loved him, how long she'd been waiting for this moment alone with him.
"Just stop it," he stated, with as much feeling as he might have giving a passing stranger the time. "I don't feel that way," he said, finishing her off.
As he walked away, he brushed past her, shoving her slightly with his shoulder. She could feel her insides crumple within her upon the contact.
As the scientist stared at the orange mass with the broom, the door to the lab flew open and masked woman dressed all in black with a pony tail ran into the room. She made strange squeaking noises in the back of her throat at the orange being and it dropped the broom. She ran out the door and it oozed along, fairly quickly, after her.
Slowly the eyes moved away from its own body and the orange mass began moving slowly around the room. It seemed to pause as the eyes rested upon a broom in the corner. To the scientist's surprise, a tentacle of sorts began extending from the body and rested upon the broom's handle, and soon it was holding the broom. It slowly swished the broom back and forth as if it were performing a simple domestic chore.
First one popped up on the orange blob, then slowly more began to appear. It looked like a bunch of moles were slowly moving across the surface. Soon, the orange being was spotted all over, like some sort of strange amorphous cheetah. The scientist stared back in amazement, and the three eyes slowly turned back on the blob itself and it too seemed to marvel at its own change.
Three large bulbous objects began to grow out of the orange glowing mass, which soon became what looked like eyes. It stared at the scientist curiously. The scientist continued to scream as he backed away from it, his creation. "Stay away!" he shouted helplessly. He knew there was no way it could understand him. And yet, the mass stopped moving forward and just continued to gaze at him, almost thoughtfully.
He stared at the walls all around him. They were dark and cold. The blocks were large and seemingly immovable. He reached out to touch one and wondered how it got there. But, deep inside he knew. He put them there himself. He put all of them there. He had to make sure no light got in and that no one could hear him. In the corner, he curled himself into a ball and shut his eyes. He could hear muffled sounds outside, but they seemed far off in the distance. So very far away.
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