17: Midnight Cravings

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     I walk out of the alley and I look around. I see a library and I think about the computers in there. I walk into a library and I sit down at the computers. I google Youtube and before I press the link, I see an ad, saying, "Will Do ANYTHING For Money!"

     Starving Artist.

     Rebecca.

     I can get some cash for her.

     I click on the ad and I put in my name and it tells me where she lives. I turn off the computer and I leave the library.


     I knock on the door and it opens by itself. Guess it wasn't shut hard enough. I walk into the dark home and I see Rebecca hunched over an animation tablet, drawing frames messily.

     "Hi..." I say. She turns around and stares at me with sleep-deprived eyes.

     "You're the one who answered my ad," She says, her voice strained as if she was either screaming, or she hadn't spoken in a while. Her hair is matted and messy. Her clothes have seen better days. She smiles slightly at the sight of me, happy that I showed up.

     I look at the frames and I press play on the animation. The movement could be better, and the designs are messy. "May I?" I ask. She looks at her pen before handing it to me. I change a few expressions and I fix the way the hair moves, as well as updating a few other random things. I don't animate often, but I do know how to.

     I play the animation again and it runs a lot smoother. Rebecca looks at me with inspired eyes. Wow. I'm someone's inspiration. I am the next generation of Vivienne Medrano!!!

     "Money..." she says. More like whispers. I tap my communicator and two hundred dollars materialize. I handed it to her.

     "That should be enough for now," I say. She stares at the money.

     "B-but I didn't do anything for you..." She says.

     "You didn't have to."  I walk out of the house. It's dark outside. The moonlight illuminates the streets, a bluish shade covering everything.

     I remember Tankman again. His screams...

     I need to get back on task.

     And I need help doing that.

     But first, I need to sleep






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