The Birth of Doll

This was a late night sudden writing spasm I had in reference to a new character I thought up that night. He may become incorporated into my future book. I'm not sure what I plan to do with him yet.

It was excruciating. The hole in his chest felt as if the very muscles has ben torn aside to make way for his own heart to fall directly out of his chest. He could see it in his mind's eye. His heart lying there on the pavement beating still. The blood, his blood pumping from the red muscle of life and running into the drains of the city. His hands clutched at it, trying to gather the soft sensitive organ back up and put it in his chest, but it refused to budge. It would not return to its former place of glory. Then it was gone, the vision vanished and he returned to reality. There on the ground was not his heart, but a letter. A letter from the one he loved. She had left him, gave him a sob story about why she could not stay with him any longer and how the had to leave each other.

 

He lifted the paper before his face, tears streaming down his cheeks like the heavens had opens their flodgates and dropped a scourge of rain on him. Then in a sudden fit of rage he tore his hands apart the shreds of paper droping to the ground on either side of him. His rage built and built and built, until he could contain it no longer. he screamed out into the sky with a passionate rage that would send chills down the back of the greatest warriors.

 

"The Pain! The Pain!" he cried out into the darkness around him. No one was there to hear, no one to sooth his heartbreak. "I have never felt pain like this before..." His hands rose to clutch at his chest trying trying to dig into his body and pull out whatever it was that hurt him so. His face contorted showing the pain and misery he felt from within, he could no longer hide what he felt inside himself. The pain was too great to even attempt to contain it. He let it flow from him and washed his soul in his own sadness and anger. When his tears began to stop he stood, he couldn't sit here forever and die on the side of the street. From the corner of his eye he saw the light. Standing above the sidewalk a bit away. He stood, his knees knocking together as he stumbled some trying to get there. His wavering gait took him to the lightpost, where he set his hand against its cool metal frame and leaned upon it for a moment breathing in the night air. Dropping to his knees he sat against the post his back supported by it.

 

Reaching into his pocket he found two things. One, was a small log he had picked up earlier in the day for whittleing, and two was his pocket knife. Flipping out one blade he set it to the wood and pushed. The shaving slid from the wood and fell off into his lap, creating a pile of cast off wood chips. The wood began to take shape. He slowly silently worked on his doll. Its beauty surprised him as he finished it. It was a near perfect replica of the one who had left him behind. he smiled as he thought on it carefully. This would be his chance at a new life. He would show the world, he would let them feel his pain let them grow to fear it, cling to it with their last shreds of life, then cure them. Grant them releif from that pain. The releif he would never feel.

Who is this man? What was his name? He forgot who he was, left his old life behind. he was no longer whoever he had been. He was now Doll, the Puppeteer. So Doll set out, to change the world...

Reviews

[Princess LouLou]

Very good description. I like the fact that even though he has been through pain that he would still have the hope to create something amazing that would change the world. If you were to write more, please describe about more of this girl and the connection that they one hand. I would love to read about it.
Also in love it shows that somethings do patch up the hole that a loved ones has left. Well written :)

[~Inaniloquent Jester]

Going back and rereading itnow so far after the fact... I usually heavily critisize my own writings, sometimes even scrapping them altogether, but this one has remained relatively intact. Handful of ytypos and a couple sentances I would fix, but other then that, he may actually be modified into my current story.