Good evening Ladies and Gentlemen.
While I realize that I am in the middle of another story at the moment, this idea has been rattling around in my head for a while, and has been refusing to let me go. And because it's not a terribly long story, I thought I'd start working on it along side my pre-existing one. I'm hoping it will be as creepy and gripping to read as it has been to think up. So, without further ado, here's my "Dream Caravan."
Oh yes, and I lied about the "without further ado" bit. Disclaimer: I don't own Batman. It and all associated characters belongs to DC Comics and Warner Brothers, respectively.
Cheers.
"Zoom, Golly-Golly-Golly, Zoom, Golly-Golly… Zoom, Golly-Golly-Golly, Zoom, Golly-Golly…"
In a shadowed room filled with smoke, a man sat, sewing a doll. The doll had on a little yellow dress, and a white pinafore.
The man inhaled a deep puff of smoke, finished stitching the doll's body together, and continued to sing to himself.
"My Dream Caravan, has a thousand beautiful dreams…"
He picked up a porcelain doll's head with a rim of cloth on the bottom, and began to stitch it onto the doll's neck. It had a pretty little girl's face, with freckles, bright blue eyes, and auburn hair.
"Each night I behold, any dream I wish, so it seems…"
He added the finishing stitches to the doll, and held it in front of him, admiring it.
A man in a mask entered the room, and glanced at the man with the doll. "'Where have you been all the day, my boy Tammy?' 'I've been all the day, courting of a lady gay: But oh! She's too young, to be taken from her mammy.'" His voice was hushed and high pitched for a man.
"Good, then if you're ready, the time has come." The man with the doll said to the man in the mask. "You know what to do."
The man in mask simply turned, and walked out of the smoky room.
The first man sat, puffed more smoke, and set back to work on the doll, singing once again.
"Zoom, Golly-Golly-Golly, Zoom, Golly-Golly… Zoom, Golly-Golly-Golly, Zoom, Golly-Golly…"
He opened up the back of the doll's head with a pair of tweezers. He used the tweezers to put a tiny chip inside the doll's head, and closed it back up.
"My dreams come and go, as the smoke rings spiral and fade…"
He exhaled a ring of smoke, stood up, and looked at the doll once more.
"Strange visions appear, and they chant this weird serenade…"
He looked past the doll, to the row of nine chairs lined up against a wall in the smoky room.
"Zoom, Golly-Golly-Golly, Zoom, Golly-Golly… Zoom, Golly-Golly-Golly, Zoom, Golly-Golly…"
The first five chairs had little girls, in blue and yellow dresses with white pinafores, sitting in them. They were all sleeping heavily as if drugged, and they were all shackled to their chair by their arms, legs, and necks.
"Zoom… Zoom… Zoom…"
So how was that for a prologue? Let me know in the box below, and stay tuned for the next chapter!