AN: Okay, it seems like I am going to be able to update about once a week
for those of you who have been wondering. I don't know that much about art
so if there are glaring errors in the following chapter, I apologize. This
chapter is my attempt to bring Elizabeth's art back to the forefront of her
life. Also, I loved the way she used to share it with Jason. Enjoy! And as
always, please review!
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Jason was standing in front of Elizabeth's easel studying the painting that stood there when Elizabeth came down the stairs one morning the next week.
"Whatcha doing?" Elizabeth asked.
"Trying to figure this out," Jason said.
"Well what do you see?" Elizabeth asked.
"I see red, black, blue, and yellow. I see shapes and lines," Jason said.
"You're not wrong," Elizabeth said.
"Would you explain it to me?" Jason asked.
"Okay," Elizabeth said walking up beside Jason. She pointed at two red shapes at the bottom of the canvas. "The colors represent feelings as well as objects. Those two are Max and I."
"Red for blood," Jason said.
"Yes, and for anger," Elizabeth said. She pointed at the blue cloud that had almost encircled one of the red figures only to be seemingly pushed back by a yellow cloud emanating from a yellow, black, and red figure standing beside the red ones. "The blue is for fear and the yellow is for hope."
"Which one is winning?" Jason asked.
"I don't know yet. The painting isn't finished," Elizabeth said.
"The yellow, black and red thing? What is it?" Jason asked.
"It's you," Elizabeth said.
"Me?" Jason said. "Hope, anger, and what is black?"
"Black is a neutral, like white," Elizabeth said. "You are represented by black, yellow, and red because you radiate anger and hope from a neutral state of being."
"Okay," Jason said.
"It doesn't matter," Elizabeth said.
"What are you calling it?" Jason asked.
"Victimized," Elizabeth said. Jason simply looked at her for a few minutes so Elizabeth asked, "I don't know if I'm allowed to ask this or not but have you found out anything about the shooter?"
Jason nodded and said, "It was a professional sharpshooter. If Max hadn't stopped when he did, you'd both be dead. That's why you didn't hear any shots. The shooter was on a rooftop pretty far away."
"So someone payed this person to kill me," Elizabeth said. "Then the person who has been calling me wasn't the actual shooter."
"Probably not," Jason said.
"Jase?" Elizabeth said.
"Yeah?" Jason said.
"The blue is currently winning," she told him and all Jason could do was watch her walk up the stairs.
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Jason was standing in front of Elizabeth's easel studying the painting that stood there when Elizabeth came down the stairs one morning the next week.
"Whatcha doing?" Elizabeth asked.
"Trying to figure this out," Jason said.
"Well what do you see?" Elizabeth asked.
"I see red, black, blue, and yellow. I see shapes and lines," Jason said.
"You're not wrong," Elizabeth said.
"Would you explain it to me?" Jason asked.
"Okay," Elizabeth said walking up beside Jason. She pointed at two red shapes at the bottom of the canvas. "The colors represent feelings as well as objects. Those two are Max and I."
"Red for blood," Jason said.
"Yes, and for anger," Elizabeth said. She pointed at the blue cloud that had almost encircled one of the red figures only to be seemingly pushed back by a yellow cloud emanating from a yellow, black, and red figure standing beside the red ones. "The blue is for fear and the yellow is for hope."
"Which one is winning?" Jason asked.
"I don't know yet. The painting isn't finished," Elizabeth said.
"The yellow, black and red thing? What is it?" Jason asked.
"It's you," Elizabeth said.
"Me?" Jason said. "Hope, anger, and what is black?"
"Black is a neutral, like white," Elizabeth said. "You are represented by black, yellow, and red because you radiate anger and hope from a neutral state of being."
"Okay," Jason said.
"It doesn't matter," Elizabeth said.
"What are you calling it?" Jason asked.
"Victimized," Elizabeth said. Jason simply looked at her for a few minutes so Elizabeth asked, "I don't know if I'm allowed to ask this or not but have you found out anything about the shooter?"
Jason nodded and said, "It was a professional sharpshooter. If Max hadn't stopped when he did, you'd both be dead. That's why you didn't hear any shots. The shooter was on a rooftop pretty far away."
"So someone payed this person to kill me," Elizabeth said. "Then the person who has been calling me wasn't the actual shooter."
"Probably not," Jason said.
"Jase?" Elizabeth said.
"Yeah?" Jason said.
"The blue is currently winning," she told him and all Jason could do was watch her walk up the stairs.