The Seven Sins

Meet the...Uh... Zombie... Again...

      I thought I'd never make it. I mean, it was hard enough with the sins filling my schedule, forcing me to walk aimlessly around town so they could simply 'feed' on stupid desires. Four days of this had started to eat at me, and you could see it on my face. I had black eye bags around my hazel eyes and my messy black hair was too long to be considered professional. Well, who cared? I was an artist, freedom of choice was one of the few privileges of the job; so was starving, but that was more of a sacrifice.

            Somehow, maybe angels (or demons, more of the same) were watching after me because I was able to produce 5 canvases for the art gallery. Although they were still a bit wet when I brought them over to the art gallery, my agent was quite impressed with them.

"Wow," She breathed," Staring into the paintings, 'This is new."

I nodded to her, feeling rather smug. But that was probably because Pride was making me feel that way. I'm sure everyone in that room felt Pride's influence on them. They all looked, well, proud of themselves, arrogant maybe...

I watched Blair put up the paintings and offered to help only to be refused; she was rather stubborn and thought she could handle it herself. I stared at the paintings. I had painted four of the sins and one of Blair, with her smiling face gleaming with happiness. I had secretly 'borrowed' a picture from her wallet one day and drew it out. It turned out quite well; personally I thought she looked beautiful.

"Hell, Dawkins, you make me want to buy my own painting." She smirked slightly, her brown curls tightened into a neat bun, "They're still wet though..."

I returned her smile, pleased, "Its takes a while to dry. Truthfully, I should have taken more than three days to finish one canvas."

"That's what I love about you, quick and simple though you don't sell much..."

Pride snorted, clearly upset at her remark. Actually I think he was rather angry that I didn't paint him. I only painted Lust, Tony, Envy and Avarice so he was probably upset about that.

"Wimp." I mumbled to him.

"Shut up, Dawkins or I will do something to make you cry." He growled quietly.

I shut up.

The gallery opened at around noon so I simply sat on one of the couches and relaxed. I could finally loosen up now that I'd finished work. Looking around the white gallery, I noticed people I'd seen in magazines and artists who wrote books. Then I saw Blair, chatting with them amiably, like they were old friends. I don't know how she did it but she seemed to know everyone by name. I couldn't help but stare.

"You don't deserve her, Dawkins."

"I know." I said quietly, watching her mingle with the sophisticated crowd of the rich, she belonged there.

Then someone interrupted my thoughts.

"Hello Linnet, I see you're still starving."

"Oh. Hello Blurt," I looked up at the short, man, "I see you're still waiting for puberty. How nice."

He scowled. Burton Luger was another person I knew but as soon as we met we started to dislike each other. It wasn't really my fault we don't like each other. I just don't like filthy rich people and Burton was a dislikeable man in the first place. Remember the person who bought my art just to burn it? That was him.

 "I'm not 'Blurt' you fool," He smiled down at me, but if I was standing I would have towered over him like a skyscraper. He was that short.

"Look, can you just get lost? I'm kind of dealing with things more important than you, thanks." I began to look for Blair but he started to talk again. Ugh.