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Bloody Mary
Paris, France 1930
It was daybreak, and cold. Few people walked the streets at this time of day, one being a cloaked figure walking with a determined step through the industrial district of Paris. The streets were deserted and the fog hung thick in the air, when suddenly, the silence was broken.
The sound of a piano playing a playfully eerie tune cut through the early morning air like a knife. The mysterious cloaked man stopped dead in his tracks and as if like magic the fog cleared, revealing a small player piano and a girl with short jet black hair slowly spinning along with the tune. She looked up, smiled a knowing smile, and began to dance. And as she danced, she began to sing:
"There was a love affair in this building, the kind of love affair that every respectable building must keep as a legend"
The man was taken aback as he looked up at the building she spoke of. He gasped and took a step back in obvious recognition. The girls smile turned sly as she did a flawless arabesque and continued her song:
"Slowly festering through an innocent 'by the way' or 'have you heard?' He was perfect except for the fact that he was an engineer"
At this last word her right arm jerked up and began moving almost robotically. She looked at in mock surprise before her demeanor changed. She drew herself up onto her toe shoes and slowly started towards the man, with an angry yet sad look on her face while she bellowed:
"And mothers prefer Doctors, and Lawyers"
His brown/green eyes met her deep dark blue ones, her face only a foot away from his, yet he didn't dare retreat. Her smile returned as she slowly inched away singing:
"Yet despite this imperfection he was clean looking and respectable looking, and you'll never find a mother who does appreciate a natural man"
The man winced and the girl looked at him knowingly, she completed a pas de basque while continuing her story.
"So he grew healthy aloe vera plants by the window. Healthy teeth in his mouth. Healthy hair on his head."
In an instant she was near him again. He could smell her perfume, which was a relief and a curse to realize she was in fact real and not a figment of his tired imagination. She ended in an arabesque and slowly reached for his face, causing his hood to fall.
"He grew healthy wavy blonde hair on his head"
She grasped his golden hair and ran her fingers through his pony tail. She silently gasped and withdrew her hand as if she had been shocked. Once again backing away from him, but this time with a look of pure horror on her face before she concluded:
"The kind that babies always go for with sticky little fingers"
Both the piano and her dance slowly winded down until it was once again silent. Neither figured moved for what seemed like an eternity until the girl started swaying on the spot. The man, obviously quick on his feet, caught her long before she hit the ground. She looked up at him, exhaustion clear across her beautiful features. She smiled but he did not return it, he simply said.
"That's quite a voice you've got there miss." She halfheartedly giggled before replying,
"Thanks, but it's not mine. Just borrowed for that specific purpose"
"I could tell." Was his only reply. There was a silence between them before she looked straight in his eyes and said
"You don't know me, but I've been looking for you, Alphonse Elric."