The Eyes of Blue.

inspired by Cardigans and Garbage - thank you for your talent

There were three of them in the house - big strong men, no novice to the fights and shooting, murder and pain. Thugs, professional criminals, cold-blooded bastards - all these words go well with them if not too soft to describe their kind.
When the doorbell rang, they didn't worry, yet. They expected it. What they didn't expect was what was behind the door.
" Who's there, Doug? "
" It's some chick. "
" What damn chick ? You know her ? "
" No. She just stands there. "
" Lemme see. Ok, get her in. And take this gun away first. "
And they did let her inside. Themselfs. The girl could be called pretty, but she was too weird to call her that. Blonde with shoulder-length straight hair and sky-blue eyes, so light and calm one could spend eternity staring in them. A faint smile was frozen on her face but no other emotion crossed it and no other expression came to it. She was just standing and looking at them with child-like curiousity.
" What the hell she wants ? "
" Dunno. Her candy ? "
The man who said it laughed.
" Yeah, yeah. I told you dorks not to get clients here ! "
" Wasn't me, chief ! "
" Must be Johnny. Are you from Johnny, babe ? You here for some sugar ? "
" Little girlie can't speak, chief ! "
The man laughed again, enjoying himself, and continued.
" I can give you a candy ... from my pants ! "
He lifted the side of her jacket - it was a couple of sizes bigger than necessary - and inspected the leather bre she had under it. He noticed blood on her old torn jeans but paid no big attention to it. She slowly looked on his hand and then back in his eyes. Then she put her hand in the pocket and took out a ball of ragged dirty notes. There was some blood on them too.
" Ok, let's go to the other room. "
They moved to the next room and the one called 'chief' opened a case and started to choose carefully an appropriate package. He turned his back to the girl in order to do it. She studied the case and turned to the big smiling thug behind her. He smiled even wider and played his tongue in a completely inpolite way. She took a short step forward, stood up on the tip of her feet - he was almost twise her size - and licked his cheek - he liked it - and then, very fast, a short step back. He didn't even feel his gun changing masters, didn't see it in her hand when the shot sent him down. The 'chief' had enough time to turn around and see her hand move almost lazily and the gun said 'hi' to him, making a hole in his temple wide enough to see the window through it - and the sky without a single cloud, blue like her eyes. The third man appeared, shooting madly. She looked at him, pointed her arm and pressed the trigger again, still standing where she was and not moving an inch. The man fell and regarded the widening red spot on his chest with pure terror. He tried to shoot from the floor, but his gun only clicked and clicked - all its bullets already passed the girl, only scratching her arm once.
" Bitch ... bitch ... " the man on the floor repeated staring at her waiting for death. The money she still held fell in the increasing puddle of blood as she did so, swimming there like green leaves. The girl opened up the gun - huge silver-coloured revolver - with a motion pointing at the fact she was used to such movements and counted the remaining bullets there - two. And she still had this faint smile one her face.

When the police came later, they found three corpses, money covering them and blood everywhere. In the bathroom they found blood-stained jacket and opened tap with cold water running wildly. The doctor said that the third man would have died even if his head wasn't smashed with heavy paper press.

" Mom, there is a woman in the kitchen. "
" What woman, darling ? "
" Strange woman. "
" What ? "
The worried mother hurried to the kitchen. Strange woman must had come over the fence into the inner garden and then through the open backdoor. She was standing near the table eating dry cornflakes from the box that laid there. She took full hands and swallowed food with greed of someone who starved at least for a week.
" Who ... " the woman started and noticed the gun on the table. The girl turned and looked at her. She wore white t-shirt she took from their clothline and her golden hair was sipping wet. Blood ran from the scratch on her shoulder down over the tattoo with a rose.
" I gave her my bunny ! " the startled woman realised her child was standing beside her. The girl was still smiling though and didn't try to grab her gun. She raised her arm and rubbed the big pink soft bunny - a gift from the child - on her cheek. Her smile became more ... kind when she did it.
" That's ok, dear, I'll buy you another one ... let's go ... " the woman backed until she was out of the kitchen holding her daughter behind her in case that starnge girl would suddenly decide to shoot. Then she ran up to the bedroom and locked from inside. Only there she could calm down, inspect the daughter - she wasn't harmed - and called the police.
The girl downstairs picked up her gun and went out. She only stopped in the parlour to press a couple of keys on the piano, producing a slow sad melody. A single tear ran down her face, over the frozen smile. Then she left.

The police found broken glass in the car parking and later they found out that it was a black Porsche she took. A couple of hours later they found the car. It had several fresh scratches and a broken window. And there was an empty case on the back seat in the pile of white fluffy material they stuff soft toys with.

" Hey, miss ! Miss ! " a young cop stopped her in the small alley and was desperately looking for words. He was a novice just on the second days on the streets. He didn't even recognize her until he saw the pink bunny and blood on her hand. Then he remembered the drawings and descriptions they all got. And now she was standing a few steps away from him and smiling. Her eyes were looking through him and somewhere far behind, so light-blue that no picture could ever express all of the deepness and calmness and colour of them. He remembered the warnings that the girl was armed and dangerous, but saw no weapon on her or danger in her. His thoughts were in mess, tongue tied up, and he was trying to unfold his gun. Finally his trembling hands raised and the gun he held with both hands pointed at her. The girl was still standing without a single motion watching him in amusement, and smiling, smiling, smiling. Wind played with her hair, and so they stood for several minutes. He was considering if he should order to drop the bunny when she finally moved. Right towards him. He never shoot at real people, never killed anyone. He tried a weak " Stop ! " but the girl paid no attention. She walked up close and jumped on him, embracing, kissing, pushing back until they both fell. He hurt his head as they landed but hardly noticed it. The girl kiss was still continuing and all he felt was her tongue in his mouth and her body on him. He had no idea what he was supposed to do - he wasn't too bright, this kid, but was sure that this alley wasn't the right place for this kind of activity. She sat, ripped the t-shirt off and started to unbutton him hastily, greedily, roughly.
Some time later the girl rolled aside exhausted and looked at him lazily. Her hand wandered around and grabbed the bunny. She tore the hole in its head wider and took a pack of white powder out. Opened the pack, emtied it on the palm and breathed full lungs of it. Then she offered him to do the same, and he suddenly remembered who he was and what he was. He quickly backed up until he felt the wall behind and tried to think straight. She sat up and shook her shoulders as if she wasn't understanding. Then the girl stood up and seemingly lost all interest in him. She picked up her white dusty t-shirt and walked away. The policemen rushed after her, but nearly fell when the handcuffs stopped him. He didn't even notice when did she do that. He noticed the key lying a few meters away where she threw it, the drugs she scattered and her leather bra on the ground. He looked up in the sky and it reminded him of her eyes. He didn't know what to do, or what to feel. When the police came he didn't even start dressing.

" So, how's it going ? "
" They got hostages, cap. "
" Damn. How many ? "
" Five, all armed. "
" How many hostages ? "
" It's a freaking MacDonalds in a lunchbreak, cap. "
" Shit ! "
" Yeah, cap. "
" Corpses yet ? "
" At least two, and wounded people inside. "
" What do they want ? "
" Didn't tell yet. Don't think they know themselfs. "
" What's the fucking music ? I can't hear a damn thing ! "
" It's from the inside. But want some more bad news? "
" Shit, there is more ? What is it ? "
" Blue eyes is there. In fact we got here so fast 'cause we were going for her. One of the guys inside noticed her, she was just sitting there, smiling as usual. These idiots got in later. "
" Shit ! Shit ! Shitshitshit ! "
" Is she really that bad ? "
" Bad ? No, she's just a mommy's girl. She strangled the guy who made her a tattoo - we think he tried to pick her up; killed a street drug dealer, three thugs in that house - remember a bloodbath ? - then, let's see, a couple of cops who reported had found her unconcsious, we don't know how she did it, but their car was found in the river and the guys were in it, and some more suspected on her, and how much's unknown yet ? "
" Tough. "
" Yeah. Want my advice ? See her - shoot the bitch. "

Some time before, a small girl was lying on the floor and watching the strange looking woman lying next to her. Everyone was so afraid, and this woman was smiling, looking through the ceiling at somewhere high above. The woman sighed, and glimpsed at the girl. She put a hand in the big pink bunny and pulled a big silver gun out, it was scaring the girl too. Then the woman sat up and gave the bunny to the girl. She took it, and suddenly the fear was gone. A big loud man waving a shotgun noticed that the woman was sitting, and even opened his mouth to say something, but a bullet went through his mouth , through his head, and a fountain of blood and brain tissue painted the wall behind him. The woman stood up and found a manager in the raws of faces staring at her. She pointed at the large speakers on the walls and made an unclear gesture, but the manager nodded hastily and ran off. Soon the loud sounds of music filled the place.

Inside the cafe a man with panic in his eyes was pressing a submachine gun in the terrified countergirl's face.
" What the hell's goin' on here ? Who was fuckin' shootin' ? Where's the fuckin' music from ? "
The speechless girl only managed to point up and was opening and closing her moth unable to speak. The man pushed the girl away and shouted:
" Nobody ain't move ! Bud, to the windows, Jack, cover us here, Stan, with me ! We're going upstairs ! "
They rushed in, and just as the one called Stan passed the enterance, slim figure jumped down from the door she was standing on, and grabed him from behind. One hand got firm grasp on his weapon-holding arm, and the second hand jammed his groin with inhumane strength. Pain and surprise made the man scream and press the trigger, pouring the lead rain on his leader back. The the loving hands moved very fast and turned his head around, breaking the neck with the sound heard even through the music. A woman under the table went sick right over her husband. The girl looked around and went downstairs.
The bandit in the center of the hall was looking around nervously, the music made him hear things behind his back. Then he saw the stairs, and her on them, and smile on her face, and gun in her hand, and the tunnel of its barrel, and a flash, and the darkness ...
The last man heard the shot and turned around, and saw the gun looking at him. He didn't know why she wasn't shooting, she had no more bullets in fact, but he shot at once, instinctively, and again, and again, and again. She was thrown back, on the floor, sliding across the room. The man looked wild and mean, he couldn't stay there any more.
" I'm getting the hell outta here ! And you are coming with me ! " and he grabed an old woman and pushed her to the door. When he went out, he was so winded up he couldn't say a thing to the police, but the situation was clear anyway. But then she came after him, silently, covered in blood, unsteadily, but still smiling. Swift as a cat, she raised her hand and brought the gun down on man's head, sending him down. The old lady jumped aside with speed unnatural for her age. Several shots went through the girl's body at the same time, and she took a step back, smiling like only a hurt child can. Silence came over the place. She sat down, carefully, and dropped the empty gun. Then she laid on her back and looked at the sky. Blazing sun was scorching her blood, light wind was playing with her golden hair, blue sky reflected in her eyes.

They didn't find out anything about her, not even her name.
And yes, one more thing - her body disappeared right from the morgue.

- the end -