~A Strange Girl~
"What a strange girl!" The little blue doll exclaimed, comically. Its smile, a curved crescent moon, sent a chill down my spine. Long chestnut brown hair flowed down the back of the doll's lovely pink dress. A purple bow held the top of its hair. Its hollow white eyes stared at me as if peering through me.
"Oh Emily, how rude of you! Naughty girl!"
The blue doll was perched on the left shoulder of young gentleman sprawled out on a bloated crimson couch at the corner of the study room. He had short pure-white hair, most of which covered his left eye. His right eye was blood-red. The man had the most twisted smile, almost perverted yet charismatic. He wore a long dark blue coat that wrapped tight round his torso and spread out like wings at the bottom, baggy black pants cut past knees, and large white boots each with a single black strap across the foot. The strange man's fingers slipped under his purple undershirt and revealed a small silver tin. Intricate carvings of candy decorated the sides. He held it up to his face, waving the silver tin, beckoning me closer.
"Want some candy, little girl?" He grinned, maniacally.
I stared at him, puzzled then contemplated, staring at the candy tin in his hand. "What kind?" I asked.
"All sorts!" He proclaimed, happily.
I took a step forward, excited a little at the thought of candy. I imagined the taste of peppermint, chocolate, butterscotch, and so many more other flavors. My mouth watered.
"But first, you must do something for me, my dear." He asserted, slyly.
Surprised, I stumbled back a little, tripping over the violet ruffled rug beneath me and landing hard onto the floor.
"You must join Pandora!" The man stated, excitedly.
My face flushed with untimely embarrassment and a storm of uncontrolled anger. "You jerk! Stupid Jester!" I shouted at the top of my lungs. I tried to remain calm, breathing heavily. I looked towards the man's face. He was in a stupor. His eyes stayed on me for the longest time, scanning my behavior. Then he blinked and smirked modestly.
"You remind me of Alice with that temper of yours." The hearty man said, rising from his chair. He approached the window to his left, watching the specks of white snow flutter down past the glass.
"Alice?" I asked, pondering that familiar name.
"Yes…but…" The man turned from the snowy window; a wide grin spreading across his face. "Too bad the little bunny is now dead."
"Alice? Dead?" I questioned in wonder.
"Unfortunately yes..." The man grinned.
"That mean rabbit deserved it!" The doll on his shoulder screeched.
"Don't be so cruel, Emily, Alice…." The smiling man started.
"Alice…I've heard of her…the B-Rabbit…" I whispered.
"Oh...then…" The man's eyes sharpened towards me, curiosity oozing from him.
"I hate her." I mouthed, bitterly.
The man's eyes became wide with astonishment at this.
"That rabbit…she…I will never forgive her."
The man smiled, evilly. "Well…the young miss is dead…Need not worry over such things now."
"Wrong! Mr., she has taken it with her."