Beneath the flickering light of a lamp post, the nameless woman stood next to the raven haired detective, eyes glaring at the bizarre figure in the alleyway. Though hunched over, the man felt like he loomed over the pair, his broad shoulders carrying a brown, ragged coat to cover his body. There was nothing about this that wasn't suspicious, but his wooden, unnatural limbs and empty gaze only confirmed what James had felt - whoever this guy was, he wasn't human.
"You were made by me; that's why you have no memories. A perfect toy, my greatest masterpiece... Everlasting beauty, breathing, thinking, even considering itself a person. My greatest pride... An immortal, living doll. You do not belong in these sinful streets, my toy... It's time for you to come home."
"Never." The woman's hands were shaking. She didn't want to believe him. His words were too outrageous, too insane, too untrustworthy. But even then, she knew he was telling the truth. She was created by this madman for nothing but his entertainment. His amusement. His pleasure.
And she hated it. She could feel herself hate what she was, as much as she hated him, start to sink down to the very core of her being.
"Hmm. I'll need to work on her when I return," the puppet man said, as if ignoring his creation's burning eyes. Then suddenly, soundlessly, he lurched forward, arms reaching out for the girl. She stiffened and braced herself when...
The dollmaker's elbow shattered, the fake forearm dropping to the ground as he stopped and stared at where it fell... then directing his gaze forward to the barrel of a gun.
James had kept quiet up until now. He was a bit confused. Even though he was a detective, the bizarreness of the scene left him speechless. He couldn't really say he understood everything. But despite that, the man was sure of one thing: he wasn't going to let this creep touch his client.
"Run! I'll hold him off!"
The woman stared at James in surprise and nodded, quickly turning around. "Thanks, James... and sorry."
With those last words she sped off.
"This is my personal business, detective. Please leave me and my toys be."
"I'm afraid I can't do that." James gave a nervous smile, knowing well enough that in a city like this, he could very well stand no chance against this guy. But still, "It became my business when she stepped into my office asking for help."
"Very well." The dollmaker's broken arm swung forward, a thick rope lashing out and snaring the detective's arm. With a wince, James aimed his pistol at him and fired... only to find the trigger jammed.
Dammit, why now of all times?!
With a sense of dread, the detective was pulled forward towards the madman, his remaining hand reaching into his coat...
The operation had been going smoothly; the barge was securely stopped at the docks of Radio City, transporting the inventory of some tech company or another. Forklifts and felons worked in tandem to carry the goods into a nearby warehouse, where the Thespian waited for inspection. Normally the crime lord would not lower himself by making a personal appearance in such a simple procedure, but tonight was special. After all, it was his first performance. The man had to make sure everything was going to be in order. And everything seemed to be.
But he knew better than that. There was a reason he was infamous as the man who knew everything; reading the script unseen by others, the Thespian had already spotted a potential problem to an otherwise easy job. Turning to the lookout standing next to him, he informed him of the soon-to-be issue.
"Three of these men aren't ours. I want you to go down there and ask anyone wearing a mask to remove it. If their faces are disfigured, shoot them. If they refuse, shoot them. If they resist, shoot them. And if someone isn't wearing a mask but is still disfigured... shoot them."
The thug stared at the perpetual laugh in utter confusion, before starting to laugh himself. With a sadistic grin, the mobster tightened the grip on his assault rifle. "Whatever you say, boss."
Watching the gunman go down the ladder of the catwalks, the Thespian mused. Perhaps I should find a place where I'm not an open target. After all, I don't need my eyes to see everything.
edited 5th Aug '12 8:30:55 PM by Starbound2
Eyes open wide / Feel your heart and its glowing / I'm welcome home, sweet home...