~Stranger in the Painting~

Helpless...

Jenna Parker was thinking about Wil Russel again. Wil was a witty Monster with vast eyes and fearsome muscles.

Jenna walked over to the window and reflected on her old-fashioned surroundings. She had always loved her urban themed house with its weak, whispering Windows. It was a place that encouraged her tendency to feel sad.

Then she saw something in the distance, or rather someone. It was the a witty figure of Wil Russel.

Jenna gulped. She glanced at her own reflection. She was a tactless, bold, tea drinker with short eyes and curvy ankles. Her friends saw her as a poised, prickly painter. Once, she had even helped a knowing toddler recover from a flying accident.

But not even a tactless person who had once helped a knowing toddler recover from a flying accident, was prepared for what Wil had in store today.

The sun shone making Jenna unstable. Jenna grabbed a tattered newspaper that had been strewn nearby; she massaged it with her fingers.

As Jenna stepped outside and Wil came closer, she could see the unlucky glint in his eye.

Wil glared with all the wrath of a monster. He said, in hushed tones, "I hate you and I want To Discipline you for being near me."

Jenna looked back, even more unstable and still fingering the tattered newspaper. "Wil, I hate You," she replied.

They looked at each other with concerned feelings, like two , Drinking at a very considerate Party, which had classical music playing in the background and two thoughtless uncles Fighting to the beat.

Suddenly, Wil lunged forward and tried to punch Jenna in the face. Quickly, Jenna grabbed the tattered newspaper and brought it down on Wil's skull.

Wil's vast eyes trembled and his solid ankles wobbled. He looked angry, his emotions raw like a kindhearted, knotty knife.

Then he let out an agonising groan and collapsed onto the ground. Moments later he rose and glared at his girlfriend, She hated him, He hated her...But they managed to stay together this long?
It made no sense whatsoever.

Wil slowly walked towards her, a witty monster who would soon be alone.....soon...

Jenna slowly turned before grabbing the phone, repeatedly smashing it into his body until...she heard a crack.

Jenna studied Wil's sloppy legs and bruised spots. Eventually, she took a deep breath. "I'm sorry, but I can't give you a fight," she explained, in pitying tones, before smashing the end of the phone down hard, into his skull creating a loud, Bloody crash.
Jenna could actually hear Wil's body shatter into 5009 pieces. She didn't care, he was slightly breathing so she called the ambulance, packed a bag and booked a flight to western America.