|
Hers.
Why did she do it? She didn't remember. Everything seemed the
same by then.
All the rage and frustration she had with the world seemed to
have built up by then, into a uncontrollable frenzy. The rain
fell and fell, and she cried and cried. Would it all have made a
difference in the end? She didn't really remember.
She was out alone, in the night, wanting to make a surprise
dinner for Ryo, ready for a night alone with him. It all started
out nice.
It was the snickerings of the boys that would attract her to the
source.
She should have just kept on walking.
The snickerings kept getting louder and louder, and curiousity
got the best of her. She wanted to know what was going on.
There was this lifestatue planted on the corner of main street
and the avenue that Ryo's apartment was at, it was a woman with
long flowing blond hair, with highlights that accented the
natural beauty of her hair. Her face seemed to be made out of
porcelain, and she wore this beautiful sky-blue dress that
seemed to accent her hair even more under the full afternoon
sun. They had just planted her there only a few days ago, and
Eliza could feel nothing but sadness for her.
They say she used to belong to this rich billonaire, who got
bored of her one day and dropped her in the dumpster.
The poor thing was so confused and disillusioned, they said that
she wondered out of the dumpster and was walking along the
highway before the police finally caught up with her and placed
her under recycling.
Now she is free of all those emotions that probably confused her
when she was dumped.
That may be for the best, Eliza thought.
And of course, the snickerings were coming from that corner over
there.
As she approached the corner, Eliza saw a group of three boys
surrounding the lifestatue. They were wearing uniforms from some
prestige Catholic school around the neighborhood, long white
sleeve dress shirts with khaki pants, blue ties with the
insignia of the school icon. They looked like they were from
High School.
They were all snickering as they were stripping the lifestatue
of her clothes, the other two holding the arms of the lifestatue
down, while the other one was cutting her dress apart with a
construction knife.
"Hi, this is the corner..." The lifestatue started to talk as
she was programmed to, and tried hard to move her hands and body
as she was supposed to do. Yet she couldn't move at all, since
the other two boys were pinning her arms down, while the other
boy was holding her down.
"Man, there she goes again!" The boy holding her left arm
yelled, annoyed.
"Damn motion sensors." The boy cutting her dress said angrily,
as she slapped the lifestatue on the face before she said
anything further. "Shut up, ya dumb f@ck, we don't give a shit
about any directions."
Yet that slap didn't do anything at all, since she just kept on
babbling on as if nothing else happened, in that gentle and
friendly voice. "If you want directions," She started up again,
only to get slapped again by the boy with the knife.
"Shut the f@ck up! What did I tell you before?"
The other boys laughed even more.
"I hate it when females become even stupider than they already
are." The guy holding her right arm said, as he added in his own
slap on her face. "Come on, ya dumb broad, you don't think you
got beat up enough?"
The lifestatue went on as she was programmed to.
"I think she likes getting beat up." The right arm guy laughed
again. "Look at her, talking and talking again everytime we slap
her around." He looks up at the others. "She was probably one of
those S&M-programmed models."
"Oh, so she loves getting beat up." The boy in the middle kicked
her in the stomach. "How do you like that, b!tch? Is it making
you hot?"
The other boys laughed over and over again.
The lifestatue's face was bruised by now, no longer the
porcelain white she used to be. Scratches and broken lips now
added to her face, and her cheeks were starting to swell from
the repeated beatings.
"Look at these!" The boy in the middle exclaimed as he rubbed
one of her breasts. "Man, feel these out, they are softer and
bouncier than I thought they would be."
The other boys cautiously moved one of their hands over them
while still trying to pin down her arms.
"Holy crap, they're nice." The guy on the left snickered with
surprise, only to rub it longer and harder the second time
around. "Sh!t, I can't wait till I can afford one of these."
"No sh!t, dude." The right guy chuckled crazily. "F@ck yeah, I
f@cking want to f@ck one now!"
The middle guy laughed harder now. "Well, I heard lifestatues do
have everything a female have..."
And as he said that, he moved lower and cut her panties off. "I
get first dibs." He said with a wicked smile.
A smile that wouldn't last long.
The surprised faces on the other two boys were horrifying.
The blood stayed on the steel pipe Eliza held in her hands.
And as one of them let go of the lifestatue arms and tried to
get up, Eliza's pipe flied straight towards him, right on the
forehead, right on his right cheek, right on wherever her pipe
ended at.
She didn't remember where she got the pipe.
Maybe it was just lying around somewhere.
Maybe she tore it off somewhere.
Or maybe she had one with her the whole time, as protection in
the night.
She really didn't remember.
The other guy would just stay still in fear, still holding the
lifestatue's arm, this time not pinning it down, but gripping it
in fear, as a baby would to a teddy bear.
That wouldn't be enough. That was nothing of a shield.
He would get hit on the stomach first, then on the side of his
head, the skull maybe fracturing under the strain, the rain
pouring down. She would continue bashing his back, on and on
again, and cry out something unintelligeble, to herself and
anyone else, as she bashed on and on.
The guy with the knife would get up, yet it wouldn't escape the
corner of her eyes. He would get beat up again, this time right
next to one of his eyeballs, this time straight on his rib cage,
this time blood staining everything else besides the pipe.
The rain fell, she felt cold as the drops dripped on her body.
"Hello, welcome to the corner of Main and High!" The lifestatue
started up again, this time free of restraints to move as much
as she could with planted feet. She smiled and talked as if
nothing else had happened, spewing forth memorized speeches and
programmed movements. "My name is Clara Forthwith, and I can be
your guide for this wonderful evening."
Eliza screamed out as her pipe smashed onto the face of the
lifestatue, this female that once used to be known as Clara
Forthwith, a purchase that must have been at least cherished for
a while, even if it was for a second. She used to be wanted. She
used to be loved. She used to be human.
Eliza didn't know why she was crying at all.
The lifestatue's face cracked as the pipe striked her over and
over again, she said nothing but her programmed speeches in
defense, she didn't even scream or shout out in pain. The nose
was now caved in, open wounds covered her once pristine face.
Her beautiful hair was now stained with clumps of her own blood.
Eliza ran away into the raining dark of the night. |
