Ignore the complex revolution your mind and you might become one of those-ahh- blue monsters who destroy young beauties and you may never know how just-so the future of evanescence power shall shine like mingling crowds of majority.

The purple liquid sing not the blues-yet- but the loud music spurs the life from the depth of my insides and makes the room be a magnet and me the metal and I can’t move without screaming, not from pain nor beauty, but from the lack of regularity of life itself and movement of how everything makes sense at this very moment. I think I am like god, but what is missing? Yes, oblivion is the mistake of mortals. Not yet so immortal, are you, Dr.?

Clear mind of the world is so clear of the loud noises makes me move so fast I can not slow down nor do I wish to. I wish I could just keep this feeling forever like the battle scenes of those long movies in those western theatres with the red velvet curtains where the men take the ladies by their arms and lead them with their pastel dresses and matching sun umbrellas.

She is the one by the mirror, so delicate and yet she knows not that the man who is so elegantly dressed in that blue velvet suit is the Dr. who well, as they say- it was a man who created Frankenstein. And he, the Dr. is looking for the cure for immortality. And she looks like his victim for only she carries those smelling salts that cause the poor women to shed the tears of immortal power.

As she glances at her reflection, she grabs her skirts to reveal the hem of her petticoat. It is dark blood red with black satin stitching. Clothing of the whores. She smiles, her pretty pink lips creasing in just the right folds to cause a feeling of want in any young man. Little does the doctor know that he isn’t dealing with any young impressionable women. She has a certain power.

She has the power of seduction.

And she is planning to use it. She isn’t as innocent as she makes herself appear. She knows just the right looks and motions to make even a man of high standards go weak at the knees. She’s very good at getting what she wants.

She looks away from the mirror and glances at the Dr. who is chatting with the parlor attendant. She steps over to them, her feet landing on the floor so lightly one might think that the floor was made of glass. The Dr. feels her grab hold of his arm and so he finishes the conversation before leading her into the theatre room.

No one else is in there, due to the fact the Dr. made sure that they would be alone. (It wasn’t difficult; he only had to hide one body). The Dr. looks at her, staring intently on her satin handbag held lightly by her delicate long fingers. He is thinking this is perfect, just perfect. No questions will be asked. Soon, if he uses his time right, a light fixture will fall on his victim and he will have what he wants.

She is thinking that this is perfect. She had it all planned out. She made sure no one was going to be here – who knew that bribery could be so efficient? She was going to get what she wanted. Never has a man been able to resist her long bare cream-colored legs. And she knew just how to clean up the evidence. The fixture would fall, unfortunately, on her lovely gentleman caller and she will run from the room in pathetic tears. No one would question a grieving woman.

She brings herself closer to the Dr so that she could feel his thigh coming in contact with her dress. She tilts her head so that her blonde curls fall onto her shoulder. He edges in closer so that not only could he smell her perfume but those salts he so urgently craved. He brought his hand to her face, caressing it gently. She blinked innocently, licking her lips subtly.

Bang. Crash.

Looks like neither of them will be getting what they wanted.

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