Lolita Blitz


     The night was dead, no cars sounded, no birds chirped, all was heard was the cool breeze, and clanging of scissors and needles. The window was cracked open, the breeze slipped in and danced inside the room, sweeping up papers with old French text and scattering them across the room. But the mad bent over the table couldn’t be bothered, hell could be rising on Tokyo and he wouldn’t be bothered, well, he couldn’t afford to be bothered either.  Some way some how, in the dim lit room, a man was bent over a table finishing the last touches on a porcelain doll, he combed her hair, fixed her bow…
Done. They were all done! He could finally do what he has wanted to do for the last 15 years! He held the doll up in the air in rejoice, “You’re finished! You are Rebecca, the mad rabbit…I put you here with your sisters.” He gently placed Rebecca next to another doll.

“Valencia, Rumer, Kezia, Ebony, Ezra, Victoria, Avery, Corrine, Shiloh and now Rebecca.” They all stared at him with placid expressions and lifeless eyes. The man’s eyebrows furrowed, “You’re all too beautiful to have lifeless eyes, and I can change that.” The man yanked one of the drawers open, he dig his hand inside the drawer and pulled out papers and yarn, after a while what seemed like the drawer was the bottomless pit, he found an old tattered French text book. He lifted it in the air and blew dust off it; the dust formed a silhouette in the air. He gently turned the pages, the anxiety was ripping him in two, and everything seems to go by slow when the climax of your life is happening. He finally found a page and cleared his throat, he focused on the text, “Pour marcher la nuit et dégager le jour, l'espoir à jamais la bataille, je vous donne ces dix poupées comme un cadeau. Donnez-leur s'il vous plaît l'étincelle de vie, car ils lutteront pour leur propriétaire comme un chevalier fait pour sa reine, à smight quelqu'un qui entre dans leur sentier, leur apporter à la vie!” The light flickered on and off; the doors and windows would shut and open repeatedly, the breeze that once gently danced the room picked up into a tornado. The papers were ripped from the wall and were flung across the room.

The dolls were getting swallowed by a dark shadow; they slowly sunk into the shadow to never be seen in the room again. The mad man Held his arms out wide and smiled, this is what he had wanted for so long! But in the far corner in the room, where the pile of dirty dishes were, a knife had magically been savaged from the bottom of the pile and was flying across the room, it soon stopped of course, it stopped right into the Mad mans throat.

The Dolls were scatted upon Tokyo; you won’t believe what will happen next.