Immortal Body (II)--A breathtaking story told by mlmlxaxa

Although our studio is quite a famous one, we are still poor enough to share only a minibus for the whole apartment. This means we have to go to the exhibition by dividing into 2 sets of people. The driver is Ms. Catherin, who is the owner of the minibus. I am distributed into the first group, and all of us are able to select the best work from our current paintings.

Ms. Catherin is not a very professional driver, and her minibus is not a good function one, either. On the way to exhibition, she has repaired her bus twice and cause the traffic jam. We are both annoyed by this and secretly feel happy for embarrassing the proud woman. In order to maintain her self-esteem, she try to find all kinds of reasons," See, I have spent all my money to you, and I have not enough money to buy a real car for myself." Then we can't keep serious and smile.

The exhibition is bustling with noise and excitement. When it's the time for us to come back, we all feel reluctant to say goodbye. Catherin still drive slowly, we bump along the highway for a few hours and finally reached our studio.

However, we are astonished about what has happened in the studio. In fact, we almost faint for the horrible scene. Half of our workmates, who are remained in the studio, have been attacked by stabbers, and all of them seems to lose the sign of life......

The whole stdio is spacious, and most of the windows have been broken by attackers, blizzards scattered on the ground, soaked in the blood. The smell of blood filled the entire room, mixed wih the special smell of paint, full of tragic and brutal atmosphere. All the expressions of victims are twisty and painful, with their bodies reeling right and left, served by all kinds of paint pouring out from cans. What a colorful crucial condition! Death is so close to us!

Some of my workmates subconsciously want to escape, and the fear thinking has gain the upper hand of their mind. "Stop run! You fools!" Ms. Catherin shouted. Most of them stopped, but some of them has escaped. "Those who run away shall never come back, those who decided to remain, are the real hero of the revolution." Said Catherin calmly, she's the only one of us who is so calm in the ghastful strange condition. And this is the first and the last sentence that she praise us, we weakling and limp painters frightened by the murder.

"This must be done by professional killers appointed by government. Look, there are cases of the bullets left here, made by battery factory, and only the government can order for bullets production." Said Mr. Anderson, who has once been the electronic teacher of an adult school, also the most intelligent member of us. He goes on analysis, "There is a knife penetrated into Mr. Tommy's breast, and I am sure it is made by tableware factory." He emphatically slowly pull out the knife inside the body of Tommy, with blood pulling out.

"No! No!" cried Robert, his face is pale, he sit on the ground and choked with tears.

"What can we do for the death people?" We asked Catherin.

"Everyone, please, washes their face and wound, that's the last thing we can do for them."

"And then? Where can we put their death body? Cremate them?" I asked.

"Yes, but before that, we should wait for 3 hours."

"Why?! The attackers may come back and kill all of us!" Cried Emma.

"We can put them into the covert room, everyone, please carry a death body, come with me." She ordered us.

"What are you going to do?! So rediculous! They are killed by murderer, and we living people will be killed by you!" Shouted Robert, he has almost lost his common sense.

"Stupid!" Anderson criticized Robert. "Some of them may come to life!"

"Come to life! Impossible!" All of us said at the same time except Catherin and Anderson.

All members, no matter live or dead, has reached the underground car park, and it is dry and dim here, also quiet as death. We are so frightened that can't take a breath, for don't want any attackers to find us. We lie all those bodies into a line beside the wall, and try to keep their upper part of the bodies on the wall.

Catherin take out a mystery book from her bag, let us keep far away from her, and sit down on the ground in front of those bodies. Then she begins to read the book like a witch. She kept on reading for about an hour, nothing has happened, no death body has ever moved a little bit. In the second hour, Mr. Anderson takes place of Catherin, and continiued to read. We can understand those sentences, but not masterly all of them. The main meaning of that book, I guess, is prey for making the dead come back to life.

I am quite curious about the truth of the revolution organization, until now I have found out that its pre-existence is a religion organization. Does it judge the death and living for the human beings? Does those attackers know the secret of our organization? Who shall revive at last? I am becoming more and more confused.....

Immortal Body (I)--A breathtaking story told by mlmlxaxa

My name is Sheilling, I have graduated from a university for 4 years, being a painter in reality as well as in name. I worked in Donson studio, painting specially for revolutionize.

As you know, the great revolution has been vigorously underway for 3 months. Before the revolution I am only a poor painter selling post cards drawn by myself, for $2 one card, and merely 20 cards were sold out every day. I live a sorry underpaid life, sharing a room with other 2 painters, May and Penny, who were in the same condition as me.

Our lives were changed after we took part in the Donson studio, disseminating for great revolution. This studio support us meals all day as well as chambers so that every one of us can concentrate on painting. The studio has a nature of anti-government, all our activities were deceiving the publics. However, our finished masterpieces were always taken to the public revolution exhibition and give majority of revolutionary enlightenment.

The subject of revolution this time is against dictatorship of our country. No matter parade demonstration, open lecture or attack on city hall, each activity has been carried out in full swing. The revolution leader also held all kinds of convocations to plan new operation and inspire the publics. Among them the art gallery is one of the most important tache. Every time when some hero of the revolution stopped in front of my work and seems to be pensive, I will be very proud of that and forget my hardship as well as dangerous condition.

My superior is a woman around forty years old. Catherin is ice noble, hardly anyone would prefer to be close to her for her severe and hypercritical. Unfortunately, we had to meet her every day in order to be supervised. Some of our painters are quite good at flatter and intend to be treated gentler, but Catherin seems to be not appreciate at all, once they have something wrong while paint, she will severely criticize them as usual.

By the first time I came here, I found myself study a lot, even more than what I have learnt in the university. Most should be owe to Ms. Catherin, if not for her harsh criticism, I will never make such a great improvement. Practice will always stimulate theories, though I studied so much theories in the uni and practice my painting ability by drawing postcards, I still can not meet Ms. Catherin's requirement at the beginning.

"You are like the little child who never learn any painting! Look at your stupid doodle! It's not related to people's unfortunate life at all! Neither does it satirize current events......."

"I think of it a good one! At least it is colorful, and give the public ideal imagination and hope." I disproved her words gently but confirmedly. On my picture there was a charming girl carrying her bottle, she is irrigating roses on the windowsill, with crystal dews on them reflecting the sunshine.

"Colorful but in disorder, warmth but luck of potency dimension. Moreover, the composition is short of planning." Her comment was devoid of any merit.

My heart was broken and tears were spinning in my eyes. Catherin pretended to see nothing about my expression and continued," Please recompose your painting, there should be more light in the girl's face, her clouds should be austerity, not like a noble young lady. These flowers are better to be lily or jasmine, to serve as a foil to her character, innocent instead of overdo. Just keep on thinking about how to improve your work. Don't be easily satisfied. Challenge yourself!"

I become enlightened at once, instead of being depressed, I was quite inspired to fulfill the requirement of Ms. Catherin. I took out a new canvas from the drawer and began to rearrange the new picture using my pencil. " Whenever I finished my sketching, can I ask for your advice and then begin to color it?" I asked Catherin honestly. "Of course, I hope this time you will be all right." she smiled unexpectedly.

After that, under the severe training of Catherin, our studio became famous in all the revolution studios in the city. Many rich revolution leaders are willing to purchase our works in the underground auction for thousands of money, and then invites lots of clients to their house and organize new activities. This quite encourage us, so we work even harder than before.

The happy life does not last long. The government begins to pounce on revolution members again after being beaten off. These weeks there are many massacre reports about revolutionaries on the top line of the newspaper, so glare as bloody corpses are just in front of us. Every day when I arrive at the studio, my workmates pretend to be happy, boys and girls, they make jokes on the others in order to conceal their inner fears. Tommy and Robert are quite so.

"Hey, Tommy," said Robert, " Have you watched the news today? Did you find anything funny?" He put his arm onto Tommy's shoulder. (Ms. Catherin hasn't arrived yet.)

"What do you mean? You mean the 5 guys in Satan district who have been murdered? Oh, those unfortunate guys! They died quite miserably!" Tommy answered in a casual way, and scratches the little besmirch of his breakfast in T-shirt.

"Yeah! They are unfortunate guys! Who knows where their heads are? Poor guys, they died in dreams without knowing anythings. They are all revolutionaries, and they shouldn't sleep together, maybe just being too friendly, do you know why?" Robert asked craftily.

" They are just gays, actually."

" Haha! That's interesting. But my question is, what's the measure of murdering?"

"I don't know, I do not be bothered to study this."

"You must study it, Mr. Tommy. Because it may happen on us." Robert is a little bit agitate." All of their heads are confiscated by the murderer! So whenever we sleep we had to surround our necks with metal scarf! so that we can keep our bodies intact when we died."

Tommy laughed ," That's a good idea! You little genius! I should have awarded the Nobel prize to you! So what use do those heads have? Just for fun?"

" I have no idea either," said Robert in an oily tongue," May be sent to the football producing center, who knows! Or the wax house, so that they can have the new bodies."

" Stop talking! You little crazy devils! I am eating my breakfast, don't affect my appetite!" Miss Emma protested.

"Hahaha...take care of yourself!" Both boys laughed loudly.

However, we never imagined that the worst things may happen on us too. We laughed at other people's misfortune, and forget to be on guard against the dangerous things.

Another exhibition has taken place in Monster District. We painters in the studio are honored to put our works into the exhibit room.