Hey guys!
Just a heads up before we start, this is a very very dark story, and rated a very high T.
If you have a problem with dead bodies and lifeless people, then this isn't for you.
Anyway, hope you enjoy!
The sky was pitch black and the leaves were rustling along to the sound of the breeze. Limp green grass covered the ground, squashed down by the tens of thousands of people that had been through that day.
It was formed in a circle, just a area of grass framed by small trees and even smaller bushes. Unknown to the slowly reviving grass, there was one more person still to come. Well. Maybe two.
The grass was just starting to stretch back up to the black sky, when a heavy booted foot came and smashed them down again. Over the person's shoulder was a big black bag, the weight of it making it's carryer pant.
The man's face was covered by a mask, making him unrecognizable to anyone he ran into. He was dressed in all black, apart from a red stripe up the right arm of his jacket.
Suddenly and without warning, he put the bag down and started to unzip it slowly. Still panting from the exertion of carrying the bag, the man heaved the object out and lay it on the limp grass.
As he turned to zip the bag up, a drip of blood ran from the corner of the objects mouth. The man turned back to the body and started to work, knowing that he only had a small amount of time to get his mission done.
He started pulling wires and clips out of his pockets, twisting them over and over in his hands, thinking about what to make this time.
With a small puff of air, the man got and idea and started to work. He lay the body on their stomach, then twisted there legs behind them. Using small amount of wire, he strung the legs up, making sure that they were in place before moving onto the next part.
Next he used one of the person's hands to support his lifeless chin, again making sure it was in position before moving on. This process went on for several minutes until each limb was pinned up and set in it's position.
Looking down at his creation with a slight smile on his face, the man set his watch before sitting down to wait for the timer to off.
Five minutes later, the watch beeped and the man moved forward, moving at an incredible speed as he took the wires and clips off of the body. His nimble fingers moved quickly and steadily, and soon all of the wires had been taken away.
Smiling one last time at the body in the grass, the man walked away, leaving the dead frame of a six year-old child lying in the grass, looking as if she was picking daisies.
And she remained in that same position all night long.
Hope that wasn't to dark!
I know that was kind of short, but inspiration struck and this was all that came out.
The reason I put this under Lab Rats is because the 'sculptor' is supposed to be Krane
I again apologize about What's Not There, but I'm completely road blocked up with that story! It's as if nothing want to come out!
Anyway! See you around!
~WeepingWings
PS. Review? Please!