Red splattered my clothes.
I did it, I really did.
Screams eruppted and fleeing began. I stuck my axe head-first in the sand and crossed one leg behind the other, leaning on my axe and watching as the city smurfs fled and ran.
"Someone call the police!" Someone called.
I sighed and shook my head. Did they really think that would stop me? I picked my axe back up and ran down the beach and onto the main road. I slid to a stop and looked into the glass window of a jewelry store.
Dare I? I mean.. It would be a crime not to.
"Hmmph..." I swung my axe up to the glass with one hand, shattering it as an alarm rang and smurfs inside the store looked up at me. They screamed, and most of the customers fled the store while the elderly clerk hid behind her counter.
One object caught my eye: A silver, heart-shaped mirror. I picked it up with my spare hand and looked into it. I angled it and looked behind me, outside. I swore, I saw an artist. When I turned around and looked across the street at the cafe I saw him at, I couldn't tell anymore.
I shrunk the mirror down to silver angel dust and threw it on myself and I stepped out of the jewelry store.
