( Authors Note : Okay , so due to a very nice and heartfelt review of the first chapter I've decided to add another. I've ended it so if no one really cares for it , it can end here. It can also be further taken if people like it as well. I need to do some house keeping as well . In all of these chapters , unless further mentioned Alex is allways dressed in his blue pin-striped suit he wore in the film. Gypsy is usually dressed in a soild color jumper and tights. I'll let your imaginations pick the colors. If you've forgotten. I've based Gypsy's appearence on a young Goldie Hawn from the 1970's. Look her up , she was so stunning.)
( Once again. I do not own Mr. Burgess' characters. I do own Gypsy.)
2 : A Phantom Play
Sluggish..tiresome..and as annoying as a broken record..
Introduction to Sound Theory
She had heard this lecture many times before... cresendos and decresendos...redardanos...forte...piano forte...
She praised Bog , when the bell rang for this lecture to end. She had allways found it odd that there were bells inside of a secondary school.
She that is , being Gypsy.
They were all consenting adults now , they should'nt have to have a bell to tell them it's time for class , or that class is over.
She was allways the last one out of the classroom. She allways was careful to not leave anything behind. Ever since she had the encounter , three months ago , with The Orange Room.
She snapped together the buttons on the top of her shoulder-purse , and took a moment to adjust her knitted berret that slouched so that it was lazily to the side , as if she were silently saying to the world.
" I am meek , I have no mouth , but I feel that I must scream"
She enjoyed looking like a tormented artist. Even though she was only slightly tormented in reality.
She walked out of the empty lecture hall and didn't even notice a pair of large eyes watching her form but only a few feet away admist the shuffle and buffle of human traffic in the 2nd floor Music Building Hallway.
He had been watching her for about one month.
He made no attempt to make himself known. He enjoyed spying on this one.
He that is , being Alex.
Her life was like those simple little antique toys known as Rubix Cubes. She allways had to shift herself to try to find the color that fit. He kept a log of her routines, her classes , her favorite places.
In the evening, he would stay hidden and silent and listen to her play on the many pianos on the 3rd floor in the Music Building.
He found it so amuseing that she would'nt go near The Orange Room.
He would shut his eyes and viddy the beautiful pictures of himself strangleing her.
He wondered if she would try to scream.
Her scream would be lovly , like her speaking voice.
But if he did kill her , she would'nt ever play again.
Like a broken toy , she would be useless.
Then a realization.
and popping open of the eyes.
" Mr. Deltoid , I've viddy'd the most wonderful play.."
He began to see her as a toy. Something to bring him pleasure , happiness. Something for him to dress up , and make up anyway he wanted. She would play Ludwig Van for him as he entered his home. A nicely prepared dinner would await him on the table in the kichen. His now tastefully decorated apartment would be sparkling clean. This Gypsy would be dressed in the gitchyest dresses, no trousers, except if it was chilly and she had to leave his "palace" ( on his order of course).
After Dinner she would have the honnor of accompaning him to his sleeping quarters. He would also choose one of his lady-prisoners that were being held in his dwelling to join them. He also figured silently in his mind that if this Gypsy couldn't cook he'd find a girl to do the cooking. He did after all have two of them chained in his old room. It never occured to him to put any of them to use except for " The ol' in-out , in-out "
On his walks to his home he would gleefully hum to himself , comforting his stress with thoughts of lovly silk-sheeted nights of bondage with that Gypsy.
He was watching her , not for his own amusement , but for a break in his play to seize her.
It was in the day-time when Alex's Play would begin it's first act.
"Gypsy! , look. They've electric vermillion shadow.."
The smaller female would be mulling over skin creames at the overly lit-up cosmetics counter that the two females occupied.
" Wonderful , Tracy..now you can call your Soomka-esque inspired wardrobe complete , yes?.."
A hand covered her pouty mouth..not for her quip , but for the way she ended it..that was how that Alex ended his sentence..
...She stood there , frozen as if she were watching a painful flim. She could still feel those phantom arms on her , she felt them lifting the back of her skirt and unbuttoning her blouse at the same time. At night when she slept she could feel them on her. She could almost 100 percent be assured that they've crept into her room and pulled down her undergarments. Allways curious and explorative those phantom limbs of that Alex.
Her grip on the tube of cream she held tightend until the pressure gave way and the white substance splattered all over the saleswoman behind the counter. She quickly snapped back when the offended screams of the sales woman woke her from her trance.
" You..what on earth is matter with you? You're paying for that tube you little space case'd tart! "
The tiny barret'd female's face was the same color of the eyeshadow that her dear friend had commented on , she had fled the scene of this embaresstment to leave Gypsy to fend for her self.
" I'm very sorry , Madam. I..I'm just not feeling very well ..H-How much is it? "
" 5,000.00 p "
" I-I'm afraid that I don't have that much on my person."
While this fiasco played out. The large eyes of not-so-little Alex viddy'd all of the gruesome details. He smiled at her dead-pan quips to her so-called- friend. She had a sharp sliver tounge , he liked that.
He didn't know what exactly it was that made her stand there so still. He at first worried if she had spotted him but her lack of movement eased his mind. His eyes went wide in amazement when the creame splattered all over the old woman behind the counter. His eyes rolled to the back of his head to imagine a gruesome scene. This little incident gave him such inspiration for a horrorshow of an evening.
He unpocketed his badge and with such authority and mandacity that his cane represented steped forward to the scene that the two women were makeing.
The embrassed little female was trying to set up some sort of payment plan , but the older woman would not hear of it. Then she felt something on her..something cold and emotionless. It made her pulse race and her insides tremble with sheer terror.
She felt the hand of Alex on her shoulder , she held her breath when he spoke in that loud outside voice of his.
" Something troubling us ladies?"
He showed his badge to the sales-woman and she breathed a sigh of releif.
" Thank heavens..Officer , this young woman has defamated my character , and wasted a very expensive tube of H.A.L. Skin Creame and she refuses to pay for it!"
Despite her state of complete fear and paranoia , Gypsy corrected the old woman.
" But Madam , I said I would if you would allow me to pay for it in small installments. I'm a college student and haven't m-much m-money."
The male put his hand on the older woman's shoulder as well.
" Now ladies , I'm sure we can come to some sort of agreement. We'll off to the station and see if we can solve this matter civilly, right right?"
Gypsy's eyes went wide and she looked at the man who's hand was on her boney shoulder.
He looked down at her and the phantom limbs came out of his brilliant blue eyes and strangled her, forbidding her to resist coming along.
A Juvinille Whip is given all police-powers. They can arrest and detain as they see fit. They are also given patrol sirens in their autos to signify their standing. Alex had no worries about the old woman fleeing , but he knew That Gypsy wanted to run from him as fast as she possibly could. He kept her from ruining this act by keeping an arm around both of her shoulders, In the outer-world this scene was quite normal looking , if not slightly touching. On the inner-world however , it was twisted and mutalated. Alex's grip on her shoulders pained her , he was digging his nails into the fabric of her blouse and into her skin.
" Would it be alright if we stopped at my aparty-ment first , ladies? I'm out of the proper forms for this kind of thing at the office. Just a quick..in-out ...nothing more.."
The imaginary sat on a bench watching his little Alex tote away the prized quarry. In his mind he conversed with him as he strolled.
" Be careful not to pull the petals off of this rose too quickly , little Alex."
" It's not her petals that will be torn this evening , Sir. I'm just following your example. Teachin' right n' wrong and the like."
He smiled and nodded assuredly to the man that was even really there.
and then again..a conversation that never really took place , can never really end.