Monday, November 18, 2013

Challenge #2 - Group 7 - Genre: Horror; Place: Tattoo Parlor; Item: High Heels


“Legs”

Synopsis: Virgil lures them in with his artwork, but once inside he has other plans for them, or better yet, their legs!

The girl’s forehead drips with sweat as she wakes from the affects of the drug. She tries to move her arms, but the straps holding her still won’t let her. Her vision is blurred, but she makes out the figure of a man with his back to her. She wants to scream but no sound escapes her throat. He turns around and notices she has come to.

“Ah, my sweet, you have arrived at the right moment!! Now I can finish to my masterpiece.” He lifts the blade and WHACK; once, then twice and quickly, lovingly lifts each limb and places them into the freezer. Noticing that she’s still moving, WHACK!! He severs the head and prepares the carcass for disposal and walks to the front of the RV and starts the engine.

As the RV rips down the highway, the song “Legs” by ZZ Top plays loudly on the radio. It turns off the road and after a few minutes stops; the back door opens and a large plastic bundle is thrown out. Back on the highway, he contemplates his next stop.

After driving for what seems like days, the RV stops at a gas station to refuel and get supplies. While paying he notices a sign advertising a carnival playing in the next town over. A smile plays upon his face as he thanks the attendant and grabs his purchase.

Finding the carnival was easy enough, and even easier was signing up with them. When the carnival owner asked what his gimmick was he replied “tattoos, I have a mobile tattoo parlor.”

“Hmm, well now that’s mighty nice! Hope you enjoy your stay with us!”

“I’m sure I will!” he smirked, “I’m sure I will!”

The carnival atmosphere always lures the right kind of client. Always draws in the young ones. The dreamy, starry-eyed innocent youth, who are easy to prey on for someone like him.

On the outside he looks like any average person, but on the inside he carries a dark secret; a hidden passion. Virgil is a gifted tattoo artist who never fit in the mainstream. His secret urges are not on the norm.

5:00 and time to set up shop! He eagerly opens his portable shop and displays pictures of his work. Hours pass with only a few simple jobs, and Virgil feels a little restless. He bides his time watching people walk up and down the fairway, a few stopping to ask about rates when he spies a group of young ladies eyeing his drawings.

“Can I help you ladies?” he purrs.

“I’m looking for something special, are these all you do?” said a blond wearing a tank top and short shorts. He couldn’t help but admire them as he looked up,

“What did you have in mind, ma’am?”

“Well, I’d like to get something done on my leg, but I’m not quite sure what.”

“Well, if you’re lookin’ for something, along those lines, why don’t you come back after closing and I’ll show you some of my better work.”

“Well, I don’t know….” She draws out.

“I’ll tell you what, if you like what you see, we can get started and you can be out within a couple of hours. I’ll give you a special rate. What do ya’ say?”

Okay. They shake and exchange names, hers was Chianni.

The rest of the night is a blur for Virgil as he anxiously awaits his client. “Didja see them legs?” he thinks to himself. He begins to hunger, the anticipation is too much. Luckily for him, no one catches on.

Hours pass and the carnival closes for the night. Virgil is waiting and begins to panic. He needs to soothe himself, calm down. He walks over to a switch that opens up a secret wall within the RV. Rows and rows of them, he looks at them, his most precious possessions. He lovingly caresses each and every one. While lost in his reverie, he doesn’t hear the knock at the back door.

“Hello?” a voice calls. Virgil looks up and sees Chianni. He turns around and tries to conceal his works of art.

“I knocked on the door, and it opened, I hope you don’t mind. I’m sorry I’m late, I had to sneak out of the house.” She stammers. Not exactly quite sure how to feel and not understanding what she sees, she composes herself.

Virgil regains his composure. “Oh, sure. No problem. No problem at all.” He smiles at her. “Let me just get the door. We wouldn’t want to be interrupted.”

He returns with a book. “Here are some of my more interesting works of art. Have a look to see what calls out to you. I’ll just go and get you a drink and we can get started.”

“Thanks,” says Chianni, “that sounds great.”

Chianni looks around and starts feeling uneasy, but when she looks into the book, she is mesmerized by the beautiful legwork that he has. She is instantly drawn in. Virgil sets the glass down and urges her to drink, “It’ll help you relax. I see you have made your selection?”

“Yes, this is really beautiful. Does it take long?”She replies between gulps.

“No not long at all. I have a special way of inking.”

Within minutes Chianni begins feeling groggy; the glass drops from her hand; she falls back in her seat. Virgil picks her up and lays her on the table. Once strapped down he begins his ritual. He cleanses the surface, savoring every detail of the leg, he places the design he has selected for this pair and begins work. Chianni starts to stir and come around. She starts coughing, and panics when she notices she can’t move she becomes completely alert. When she looks and sees Virgil’s back to her, she looks around at the other wall and sees legs. Pairs of legs with beautiful tattoos dressed in high heeled shoes. Right as she begins to scream, Virgil turns around and “WHACK!!!”

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