Those Crazy Stairs

“Don’t let her escape, at any costs,” barked a shrewd voice as it echoed in the late afternoon sky. A stern man stood arrogantly on the last step of what looked like a ridiculously long stair case. His slick black hair reflected the golden rays of an ageless sun that carelessly soared to the horizon to lay rest. He wore a black suit, matching his well kempt and spotless hair as he watched his men pursue a young girl. She was easily recognizable by her distinct looks; like her ridiculously white, long hair that danced as it followed her.
Her style of clothing did a better job of pointing her out. She wore a sleeveless Lolita dress that was engulfed in a mixture of red and white colors. Her blue and white socks were also noticeable as they fitted too well in brown boots. Her pursuers were three men that wore black suits like their leader. In their hands were assault rifles firmly gripped as they tried to keep up with her swift movements. The meadow was flourished with bright sunflowers that smiled at her as she past them; as if giving her way. The closest of the three men aimed his rifled at her, firing a few shots. Shots that ricochet pass her as if purposely avoiding her.
She watched back for a split second, smiling at the failed attempt, annoying her pursuers with her lavish giggles. The other two pursuers aimed their guns at her, now taking their turns to eliminate the elegant lily that dashed through the meadow. They were no more successful than their predecessor, furious at the untouchable princess that continued to giggle as she rippled her way through a limitless sunflower meadow. “What are you bitch!” shouted one of the pursuers, “some fucking deity or what!” She pulled out a mini fiddle that was bleached in silver, with two tiny white wings at its tip. She then drew a black bow out of her pocket. The three men aimed their rifles at her simultaneous, not daring to make another mistake.
She came to an immediate stop, forcing her pursuers to follow suit, with their guns still pointed at her cautiously. Her smiling face was beautiful, one that could be compared to a child. She turned facing her prosecutors smiling, examining their perspiring faces that showed symptoms of exhaustion. Her smile quickly turned into an evil grin. It was a grin that turned the men cold; and a bit shaken by the quick transition of the aura they felt around them. The girl strung her silver violin with the bow, dispersing a deafening tune that brought the three men to their knees, as they threw their guns in the sunflowers, to cover their bleeding ears.
She played her violin again, but this time no sound came out. The earth trembled, as the sunflowers withered maliciously. The three men watched horror stricken as a black hole opened in her chest, bringing out a big black hand that swooped through them collecting their screaming souls, which were sucked into the vortex; leaving their dead empty bodies to rot in the meadow. Seconds later, the leader emerged on a motorbike that toppled the sunflowers as he came to a halt. He screened the bodies of his fallen soldiers, and then pulled out a golden revolver pointing it at the grinning girl. He drew a cigarette which he perched through his smiling lips, then said to her, “let’s begin Madelaine.”

© Property of Kelly Angel. Author: sinX.

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