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Live a Little
Thursday ~ November 11, 2019 by lmacias01 Posted in Uncategorized
Live a Little Maxine sat at the rotting vanity, silently wishing she were anywhere but where she was. She quietly painted her lips bright red, and pressed a dark blue, glittery pigment to her eyelids. She looked over her face in the cracked vanity mirror and sighed. It was too much. Not that she had any choice in the matter. Ring Leader would beat her if she did anything less. “You better be dolled up for our audience.” His words sliced through her head. Yeah, dolled up as an object for the crime lords and drug dealers to holler at. She huffed slightly and stood to shed the oversized sweater dress draped over her slight figure. The soft clothing was replaced with nude stockings and a navy blue leotard. She quickly ran a brush through her chin-length mouse brown hair, before once again returning to the vanity to examine herself in the damaged mirror. She turned and ran her fingers over her exposed back, lightly feeling the raised white flesh, courtesy of Ring Leader’s cruel whip. Maxine wished she could hide them, but Ring Leader insisted on her shame being exposed. A reminder for everyone else not to fall out of line. “You ready, girl?” Ring Leaders gruff voice broke the silence. Maxine flinched. She hadn’t expected him. Turning to meet his eyes, she gave a short nod. “Keep your eyes down. I ain’t your friend,” he snapped. Maxine shifted her gaze to the dirt- covered concrete floor, and followed Ring Leader out of her small room. She kept her face neutral while wishing she could stab the dark-skinned devil that was her captor. Lead by Ring Leader, she stepped lightly out into the center of the darkened ring, where the old pale blue silks hung limply. She took a deep breath as she wrapped a hand into the rough fabric. A blinding spotlight shone onto Ring Leader, who had positioned himself in front of her, facing the audience. Maxine mentally tuned him out as he began his usual speech, welcoming the patrons. Then there was a gunshot. Maxine gasped and leapt backward as Ring Master collapsed, clutching his shoulder. The spotlight shut off, and the other lights snapped on, over the crowd. Ring Master wasn’t dead, unfortunately, which meant he was very, very angry. This was made evident as he pulled out his own shiny pistol and fired randomly into the audience, which in turn angered the patrons. Eyes wide, she watched the crowd dissolve into a mass of yelling, firing weapons, and blood. Amidst the chaos, Maxine spotted an out of place figure. A girl, dressed in red pants, tank top, and black leather boots. She had long, dirty blond hair, kept up in a tight ponytail, and a lean, muscular figure. The girl in red could not have been any older than eighteen, close to Maxine’s own age, yet she maneuvered around the outbreaking fight like she had done this a million times before. Maxine found herself transfixed, watching the girl as she ducked and weaved around the patrons who were only getting angrier. It wasn’t until a rusted six shooter was pressed against her head that Maxine realized her predicament. The patrons who frequented her prison often killed for fun, she knew this all too well, having watched their ‘games’ before. However, maxine was less focused on that memory. To the man before her, she was just another body, another play-thing.She was going to die, and there was nothing she could do. Maxine stared, into his grey eyes. They were filled with pure unfiltered glee, pupils blown wide at the prospect of destroying something, even if it was the life of a lowly carnival dancer. Maxine could barely register her own terror when she felt a warm hand wrap around her upper arm and yank her out of the way. She flinched violently when she heard the shot, but was overcome with relief when no pain followed. Maxine glanced back, and saw that the shot was not fired from the audience members gun, but from the black gun of the red clad girl. Maxines was reminded of the girls tight grip when it was once again pulling her behind the stands. Maxine collapsed on the floor, breathing heavily, despite her lack of movement. She could hardly fathom how quickly she had nearly died, then been saved. The girl knelt, facing her, and gave her a quick once over. “Are you okay?” The girl sounded genuinely worried, her voice soft and sweet, not harsh like Maxine had expected. “Uh, y-yeah,” Maxine stuttered, still shaken by her brush with death. The girl gave a small nod, but didn’t say anything else. Maxine was curious but almost too scared to ask any questions. She probably would have stayed silent, if not for the crimson liquid that trickled down the girls arm. “You’re bleeding,” Maxine said, concerned. The girl barely glanced at her bloodied arm and gave a small shrug, no longer looking at Maxine but peering through the cracks in the stands at the fight. “It happens.” Maxine frowned. The girl seemed to sense her distress and spoke again. “It happens so often, I get used to the discomfort.” This didn’t really do anything to ease Maxine’s worries, but she let it go. “Why are you here?” Maxine asked, sounding more confident than she felt. “I’m here to kill your boss,” the girl replied bluntly. Maxine almost laughed. As if Ring Master treated anyone here like an employee. “You mean my jail guard,” Maxine scoffed. That got the girls attention. “Jail guard?” Maxine hummed and twisted herself around, displaying the lashings decorating her back. The girl scowled. “ I see.” She fell silent again for a moment. When the girl spoke again, her tone was cold. “A minor drug dealer hired me to kill him. Owes the guy money and doesn’t wanna pay.” Maxine was slightly taken aback by the girl’s sudden willingness to share. However, she was by no means surprised by the explanation she was just offered. “I’m Ava,” she said. “The streets know me as Red Death.” She gestured to her crimson clothing. “Red Death? I’ve heard Ring Leader talk about you,” Maxine paused, trying to recall what she’d heard. “He was afraid you’d come for him over something or other,” she frowned. “Guess he was right.” As if on cue, a hush fell over the tent, the sudden silence almost deafening. The two girls froze, as if caught doing something wrong, despite no one being near them. They exchanged a puzzled look and both moved to see what had caused the fight to cease. The patrons had formed a ring around something the girls couldn’t see. Maxine looked to Ava, and gestured for her to stay put. She crept forward silently, attempting to get a good look at what was happening. Maxine pulled herself over the old aluminum stands and looked over the quiet crowd. It was Ring Leader. He was laying, face up, with his head in the middle of a pool of blood. Maxine sucked in a breath. He was dead, shot directly between his eyes. The crowd was murmuring, asking who had shot him. They were quickly becoming agitated again. Maxine knew the fighting would continue until someone confessed. Maxine found Ava where she left her. “He’s dead.” Maxine deadpanned. Ava raised an eyebrow, then gave a small shrug. “Easy job,” She said. Pulling out a small silver knife, she cut a slit in the canvas wall of the tent, and slipped out. Maxine threw a glance back at the crowd of criminals, who were beginning to shout at each other. She pondered her situation only a second longer, and ran after Ava. Outside the tent, she saw Ava getting into an old, battered, black car. “Wait.” Maxine called. Ava looked up at her in surprise. “I don’t have anywhere to go now,” she began, unsure of how to relay her request. Ava once again cocked an eyebrow. “This life is the only one I’ve ever had,” Maxine continued. “I don’t think I have parents, and I certainly don’t have friends,” she trailed off. Ava, fortunately seemed to understand. “You asking to come with me?” She said, rather harshly. Maxine gave a small, unsure nod. “You sure you want to do that? I’m not exactly what you’d call a good friend.” Maxine hesitated but took a breath and lifted her chin. “What choice do I have?” Ava offered a small smile, and jerked her head towards the car. “Well then,” she said. “Get in.”
I Dont Care
Thursday ~ November 11, 2019 by lmacias01 Posted in Uncategorized
I Don’t Care I don’t want your apologies, Your tears, your wails, Your promises that everything will get better Those promises are empty You’ll forget what you said by tomorrow. I don’t want your treats or toys, Your false smiles your soft words Your voice thunders when we’re home You promise and promise and promise. I Don’t Care Anymore
Woman in White
Thursday ~ November 11, 2019 by lmacias01 Posted in Uncategorized
Woman in white The girl in white Standing by the side Of the road waiting for a man To come and take her home He doesn’t know Who she truly is What she’ll truly do ‘Take Me Home’ She cries, he dies Unfaithful man A woman in white But covered in red Her husband had lain In another woman’s bed Driven mad by hr sorrow Now her children are dead He doesn’t know who she truly is What she’ll truly do ‘Take Me Home’ She cries, he dies Unfaithful man Abandoned car by the side of the road People are baffled, there’s no prints in the snow The man is gone, the woman unknown Is waiting for a man By the side of the road
Hello world!
Monday ~ September 09, 2019 by lmacias01 Posted in Uncategorized
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