Paradox

Summary: Sometimes he'll play the hero…just for fun. One-Shot; Kind of Dark.


Her arms are wrapped around his shoulders, her chubby little face buried in the collar of his purple coat. Alex pets her blonde hair with gentle hands, the same hands that only twenty minutes prior clutched the knife that carved a smile into Dim's rooker and drew the red red kroovy he loved so much. She is four years old, she told him this through her tears. And she became adorably bashful when he told her how pretty she was; oh yes she was pretty wasn't she?

Alex tried to imagine what she'd look like when she got older and if she'd be worth having a bit of the old in and out with, would her groodies be malenky or big? Would she be beautiful or average or ugly? The poor child doesn't know the impure thoughts coursing through his mind, but he won't do anything to her. He has never had the desire to have pol with anyone under the age of 10.

The girl has lost her mother, Alex promised to help her find her and she—being the innocent and trusting little girl she was—took his hand and thanked him for being so nice, as if she'd never known such a thing before. Melodia was a relatively large place now, with an upstairs and downstairs and extra rooms for parties and such. It was during their search that a spider crawled across the floor and scared her, Alex almost fell over when she propelled herself straight into his arms.

Despite the force, she was light in his arms. And that is where you come in, dear reader.

"Is that your mother, sweetheart?" he asks, and she looks and then smiles. Waving enthusiastically at the woman, Alex unhooks her tiny arms from around his neck and lowers her to the ground. He watches as she runs into her mother's arms. "Oh, darling darling darling! (kiss) Don't you ever do that again, I was so worried (kiss, kiss, kiss)" she turns to Alex, "Thank you young man"

He smiles one of his golden boy smiles and nods once, "It's no problem mam" and then the little girl wiggles in her mother's grasp, Alex watches as the mother lets her child down. This child hugs Alex Delarge's legs smiles up at him, reaching into her pocket and pulling out a shiny pink marble. "This is my favorite one…you can have it" Alex pretends to be amazed by its beauty, ("Did you steal this from the Queen, love?") and smiles when she kisses his cheek.

Sometimes he'll play the hero…just for fun.

Mother and Daughter walk away, and he remembers he's meant to be at the Korova soon. He's eager for some milk plus and a night of ultra-violence and ripped/screaming girls against walls all bleeding and boo hoo hooing for him to please stop. The pink marble goes into his pocket, just by his knife and later tonight as he reaches for it to cut a drunkie open—he feels the smooth stone and for a moment…a very brief moment questions his evil deeds.

But then the beast like takes control and he slices, smiling at the sight of kroovy blooming on the gray pavement, the marble falling to the ground and rolling away…forgotten.


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