Creator Vs. Creation

Ceilia brought her pen for the last time to the wall and finished her last stroke on the pure white wall. The drawing was a boy stick figure.

“Ah!” the drawing opened it's eager eyes.

“Where am I?” The boy frantically looked around for an exit.

“Ahem.”Ceilia coughed stiffly. The boy had just now noticed her in the white, spotless room.

“And who are you?” the boy asked haughtily .

“I am your creator.” she answered him like he was dumb to not know this.

“Pffft! Yeah right!” He waved his hand disapprovingly.

“I could... I should just erase you then....” Ceilia trailed off. She jutted the end of her pen at him, making The boy flinch.

“Yeah... then you need to learn how to draw! I mean c'mon! I'm a freaking stick figure!”

“You know, there are no books or comics on stick figures? I've done my research” she sighed shaking her head. Her brown, curly locks softly petted her delicate face.

“Why do I care?” The boy rolled his colorless eyes. Ceilia snickered, obviously annoyed with her art's smart mouth tone.

Ceilia turned around to face the white wall. She started drawing again. Her pen pressed on the wall. Black ink bold and alive. She finished the head. Now she moved on to the details of the drawing, making its short hair curl at the bottom and putting a bright smile on its oval shaped face. Ceilia drew the girl only a tad bit shorter than The boy.

The boy glanced at his creator's drawing. His face fell with embarrassment.

“H-how do you know I like girls with short hair?” he choked out.

“I made you!” Again Ceilia said it like a major 'Duh'. “ I choose what you like and so on.” She went back to finishing her drawing.

“Done!” Ceilia gasped, taking a small step back. The boy shifted his weight, anxious to see how the girl would react.

“Ahh.” the girl breathed. Her hand flew to her chest. “Wow! Were am I?” she flashed a knowing smile at The boy.

“Sh-she came to l-l-l-l-life!!??” His jaw dropped open.

Ceilia quietly dismissed his surprise. “Your name is Katie.”Ceilia said “Hi!”

“Hi!”Katie replied. Satisfied with her name. Feeling left out, The boy stepped in front of Ceilia and sheepishly waved.

“Hi! I'm-” the boy suddenly realized he didn't have a name.

“Derik,” Ceilia said with a grin.

“ Huh?! Why Derik?” Derik gasped.

“Because,” Ceilia's tone went back to her 'Duh' voice, “that is the name I gave you. Speaking of names, I am Ceilia.” Ceilia proudly announced.

“Still....Derik....how lame,” Derik breathed.

“You know, I like that name – Derik,” Katie suddenly said, blushing

Derik looked at her with a goofy grin. “Really?! Me too Katie!” He rushed to Katie's side pulling into a tight hug, then a kiss.

Ceilia ignored the kissing sounds and got to work on her third drawing. She stretched on her tipi-toes to finish the circle a few inched above her head. When she finished, her drawing opened his eyes and in a dark and dreary voice he spoke. “Must aggravate Derik.” Ceilia's new creation, Blake, stalked to were Katie and Derik were. With a knife in his left hand, Blake suddenly grabbed Derik's wrist. Katie squealed at the sight of the knife. She ran around and fell into the arms of Ceilia.

“Katie! Save yourself!” Derik yelled as if in a tragic movie. Blake brought the knife down on Derik's arm. Derik's arm was now half.

“Hee hee,” Blake chuckled. Derik didn't know what scared him more, the fact that his arm was immensely gushing blood, or that he couldn't feel The pain that was supposed to go with his obvious wound. When he looked over to Ceilia he saw Blake but not Katie. Derik didn't care at the moment what happened to Katie, he cared on whether or not he was going to die.

“MY ARMMMMM!!” he screamed, suddenly panicked.

Ceilia approached Blake, ignoring Derik's cry of panic ( or was it pain?), and grabbed Blake's hand. She brought his finger to her mouth and bit him, sighing as she watched him disappear. Then she went to Derik.

“What's wrong?” she asked.

“MY ARMMM??!” Derik was now the one with the 'Duh' tone, just more panicky.

Ceilia erased the blood and redrew Derik's arm.

“Did you just draw my arm back?!” he exclaimed

“Yes.” Derik shook his arm.

“Wait. Were is Katie?” Derik looked around.

“Where all drawings go after you erase them.”

“You erased Kate!? But why? And how?”

“Simple, I bit her.” she said, then added, “Let me see your hand.”

Derik gave Ceilia his hand. Sucker Ceilia thought. She bit him then he was gone. It was clear that she had won over her creation, so Ceilia went back to the white wall and started another drawing, hoping this time her creation would win and not her. She kept drawing putting a lot of feeling into it with a smile plastered on her face.