1

"Can't you see? I can see it all; it had to be you Wisdom." The Damsel in the chair squirmed and muffled a scream under the sunshine duct tape.

"I can feel the warmth emanating from you, it burns, and it leaves me dying of thirst."

A tear fell caressing the cuts upon her bruised cheek, as she continued pulling at the rope around her wrists.

"Huh", he sighs, "I didn't want to hurt you yet, but you left me no choice. I abhor when people interrupt me, it's a rather rude habit to adopt."

The man, now donning an amber sweater, paced, took a far skip and landed deep into the sand.

"I am having too much fun!" He twirled. "Aren't you happy Wisdom? Can I see that sunny smile? For you give my awful world color, and as I said before, I hate when people interrupt my space, my plans, and my peace."

I know it is a little risky to kill someone at the beach, as an onlooker can always find me. But I like tempting fate, because like I said no one will catch me, they lack resolve and like my dear Wisdom here, I see more than meets the eye.

The Damsel realizes that she isn't going to make it by the end of this moment, so as the rays pine harder upon her and the heat peels at her skin she sobs, trying harder to pull on the ropes holding her back.

"I will amuse you," chimes Mr. Q, as he loosens the restraint upon her mouth. "But as I give you a fighting chance, please dear Wisdom listen to my tragic tale."

"My name isn't Wisdom! Sir, I don't know what I did wrong but-," he puts the tape back onto her screaming, shaking his head disappointingly.

"I told you that I am not pleased to be interrupted and you must listen before your golden end arrives."

2

"As all backstories begin, I am an orphan, I'm sorry, I lied, I'm not, but with a mother like mine, I made it be.

She was a person like you, Wisdom, embellished in self-righteousness, and through her doctrine chose to dish up judgment, based on what she saw and what she heard."

Mr. Q sat in the warm sand and drew a question mark on the ground. Face strewn in a sea of discontent.

"She, like most people in this rainbow world, had something wrong with her. Her cards were dealt badly, and I was not the ace she had hoped for. Maybe I was her Jester, like the guy that Bruce Whine dresses up as a bat to fight," he uttered.

"Nonetheless, her gift of seeing colors as those around her spoke words into existence, made her feel as if she obtained a superpower." But there was a weakness to being special, too hot to touch, aflame because of me, Wisdom.

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He pulled at the shoulders of the Damsel and the victim froze in fear of what would be coming next. As she tried once more to scream for help, the man in the amber sweater threw her head back and stood up.

"Now the real kicker is the teachings she laid upon me. One day, it turned for the worse. I was being innocent because I am no monster, no villain. And I decided to sing. Just a simple tune, the world has conditioned us to recite;

Twinkle, twinkle, little me.

And I guess my mother decided I was too much. She grabs me by the neck and holds me close to the point that all the color rushes to my face.

Of course, I cry out to her but what gets me shut up, to stop interrupting her once and for all, is when she turns to me and says, "I can't see it. You hold no color. You have no place."

Mr. Q paces the floor, anger rising to him as he remembers this tale. He jumps to the side and kicks some sand in the direction of the victim.

"This was the usual occurrence, I have felt her kicks and punches, and dealt with broken bones to satiate her disgust with me. But I thought it was a way of showing love.

"But," he stammers, "Wisdom her telling me that I have no color was the heartbreaking point. I HAVE COLOR! Don't I? Ha, guess not," he chuckled.

"And one night, I decided she saw and felt too much, so all the fire and warmth I mistook as love from her, I took it back and... Well I won't tell you what happened next, I'm no monster, so I'll spare the details, " he laughed.

"But just like my sun, my mom who my world orbited, you are getting on my nerves and I decided it is time for your end too."

The damsel began to cry, head falling hopelessly low.

"Don't shed tears, I hear there is a light to see at the end of the tunnel, and yellow it gives and yellow it shall receive," he spat as he grabbed a shell from the ground and pierced the Damsels' neck whispering, "Wisdom, Wisdom."

He stood up, disregarding the woman, while heat fell from her nape, spilling the rest of her gold. He strode to the black car, no license plate, and threw the shell into the trunk.

" Can others see you? Can you hear them as well? Are they special too? Or am I colorlessly alone, Wisdom?"

3

"Guys, we can't go, I have an exam tomorrow. Gotta study, or my parents will drive up here and wonder why I didn't make Varsity," Eli spoke, as his friends dropped their cheers and turned to him.

"First, you won't tell us what you got arrested for. Now, we can't go to the beach to hang out like usual. We already missed out three weeks ago. What next, you have imaginary friends you talk to?" chimed Hope.

"Pfft, the only friends he has are us. Because that would be messed up, E."

I can't tell them Wis, you understand, that it's just me that talks to you?

As Eli turns to face his friends he pulls a coin out of his hand and tosses it in the air.

While midair, Daniel snatches it and gives it a turn. "Where'd you find such a dusty penny?"

Before E can grab it back Hope interjects, "That's gross guys don't you know you can catch diseases from that?"

"Right," Daniel says, throwing the coin to the ground.

"Bro, that was mine, found it in front of some cafe." as Eli picks it up, he can't help but get some of the residue on his fingers. Wonder what this stuff is called, do you know Wis?

"I heard that all that rust can give you tetanus," voices Daniel. "My sister told me it makes your fingers turn yellow," adds Hope.

Eli makes a face and throws the penny in the trash before wiping his hand on his pants, leaving streaks of evidence behind.

I don't want to be sun-stained, right Wisdom?

Can you hear me?