Betrayed Sinner (Test)

10.04.2007

by Silvanus Key

Sweat dropped down from his wisps, silence was spreading. No one would ever be able to tell what happened in this night. No one. He felt the frescoes were watching him... But they wouldn't be able to betray him. Or ... would they?

Anger and fear simmered in his interior. One more moment of silence – then a quiet noise of rustling broke the silence. He took his swiss knife out of his bag and like in trance he crept towards the fresco whose eyes won't leave him alone. The other weren't that bothering. Their eyes were careless compared to her. A smirk of daftness decorated his face. Slowly he guided his knife toward one of the most famous face of the world. She won't ever be able again to see anything.

Goodbye, eyesight. Goodbye beauteousness of our beloved Mona Lisa.