“Lots of people want to ride with you in the limo, but what you want is someone who will take the bus with you when the limo breaks down.”
- Oprah Winfrey
As Croft left, she did not see a limo drive up to the hotel and or the plastic woman who exited the limo. Drusilla waltzed into the hotel. Smiling, she stared down at everyone in the room with a tender gaze.
“You’re late to our family gathering,” Voltaire said. “Drusilla, I told you it would be at one o’clock.”
“Sorry, but I awoke this morning to find my limbs and teeth falling out, dear,” said Drusilla, silencing Voltaire. “I slipped into heels to disguise how tall the human race has grown since my time and had to wax again because humanity has quite less hair now, dear. I spent the last three days putting on cover up and latex just to go outside to greet you darling people. I have no one, because people appear and disappear in a blink of an eye. People are like pieces of sand. Every babe dies and everyone is forgotten, even the most famous of people, darling!”
“You are immortal?” Mattie asked as Jack wrapped his arm around Quinn again and began to brag about his circus act.
“Time is hard to measure when one has all the time in the world, my sweet,” Drusilla said looking at Mattie with intense interest that forced the young girl to look away as she blushed. “What would you do if you had all the time in the world, dear creature?”
“Go back to nature,” Mattie said as a fierce intensity gripped her voice. “I love being able to unleash my true strength. I went once and I ripped apart a mountain with my bare hands. It was amazing. I went out into the middle of the mountain chain and I punched the base again and again until it toppled. It kind of looked like a human body in pieces. I crushed the head first by ripping opened the jaw like a knockout kiss. I tore apart the chest and beat the breasts into the ground. Then I kicked the legs apart and dragged them along the ground until they were dust before I completely destroyed what was left. I love destroying beautiful things… it is so much more thrilling.”
“You need to find a boyfriend,” Jack said after a moment of awkward silence.
“I can’t,” said Mattie. “I would totally destroy whoever I touched.”
“Poor thing,” said Drusilla, laying her head on Mattie’s shoulder before both women locked eyes. “That’s not what you really want though? What would you do for me, if I could give you what you truly need in this life?”
“Okay, now,” Voltaire said nervously as Drusilla took Mattie’s arm.
“You are a poet,” Drusilla said. “Your expression of your intense urges was lovely, dear.”
“Oh, I am not a poet,” Mattie said nervously. “I don’t understand a poem’s purpose or any purpose at all… I also might have failed English, Drusilla… dear?”
“There is no purpose needed, dear thing,” Drusilla said. “People just like to give things a purpose. I lived for years, my lovely, and a rock is just a rock. People just like to sell pretty rocks and pretend they are special. All of life is like that. Take my hand, darling.”
“Huh,” Mattie said as she took Drusilla’s hand. “I never thought of that. Everything is just a lot of complicated baloney… cool. I mean, I am a straightforward woman, do the chores, wash the floors, run a big old corporation, and try not to break people with this strange strength.”
Disclaimer: This is an original story that is not based on any real people or events. It is a work of fiction that is purely for your entertainment.