Monsters and Dolls'

Monsters and Dolls'

This city that looks shiny and clean is only covering the dirt and grim beneath these crisp smooth white sidewalks, the filth runs deep in this city, its infecting the inhabitants of this city as well.

Did the monsters cause this?

That’s what most people ask but the only thing we did was push this falling city along in its decay and from that rose the crisp clean city we see now.

I watch as the large clean towers and single tree gardens pass by, the vehicle hums as it drives along the downtown streets of this city, it’s a nice new car, sleek and black with a silver trim to advertise the selling parts of the car. The cars electric so no pollution, I’m probably smoking as much pollution as those old cars used to, unfortunately as Eco friendly as these cars are supposed to be the factory’s that makes em are pumping out more pollution then we used to.

This brand of car is like a Band-Aid, making the people who buy it feel like they’re doing something good for their environment, making people who buy them feel proud and those who don’t feel envious.

I’m starving, I’ve told my driver to go to the best place to subdue the beast within, it’s the only food place still able to run, serving both humans and monsters, run by only humans, making the monster come by more, human attraction is a powerful thing and this business thrives on it.

Since the war this place is the only fast food chain that could stay running, monster’s won yet this human establishment somehow made a profit from the war, probably thanks to their one waitress’s attempt to make an extra buck, selling more than the food, but her body as well.

Now this restaurant sells food on the go and a quickie on the side, it sells alcohol and opioids as well it went from what the humans called a family friendly establishment now to the highest grossing business since the war.

The downside to this business getting to the way it is their employees took the worst of it, the waitresses are hired in their s*x appeal and they are treated and talked to like they are only a symbol of s*x.

My driver takes me up to the window to place my order, the over peppy girl with pigtails sticking on the sides of her head his bouncing with every word I say, “yes Sir!” “Absolutely Sir!” s**t like that, she’s bouncing so much her boobs are practically popping out of her unflattering uniform.

This human girl is one of this fine restaurant s*x symbols, she’s probably acting in this peppy hyperactive way due to my wealth, I like to flaunt my wealth, luxurious cars with my personal driver, expensive suits and of course my gold rings and my ruby canine tooth.

I’m a monster of exquisite taste and I live a life of luxury letting everyone know it though my exterior, since the war the monster’s became the upper class of this civilisation, humans who were trainable were allowed a chance to work along side monsters. Humans that couldn’t keep up with the monsters’ ways of business or they somehow made a profit out of the war were left on their own, business such as this McKindlies, and unlike McKindlies those others business -restaurants or not- didn’t fair so well in our new monster enforced economy.

After ordering and paying for mine and my drivers’ meal we drive forward to the next window, here were greeted by a girl whose eyes are dead, black hair done in to low hanging pig tails, she leans out the window pushing her chest out to meet my resting arm on my window.

“Hey there,” she says in a low sexy voice, she reads me my order in that same low sexy voice, I nod to confirm, she tells me she’ll be back in a moment with my order, the waitress winks at me then slowly turns away as she sways her hips sensually.

I laugh to myself a moment at her attempts of wooing me, I’d probably find cleaner girls working in a w***e house then here, practically everyone in McKindlie has been f****d by everyone, males and females of both monster and human, its disgusting to think about. Any fresh meat that’s hired there will be swallowed up, or rather they’ll be swallowing their customers whole in no time, that’s the reality McKindlies has enforced for its workers.

Speaking of fresh meat, I can just make out a girl talking to customer on the inside, that smile she’s giving him, damn that’s a true smile, at least from where I’m sitting it is, I actually smirk at her when she politely steps out of arms reach of the costumer grabbing at her, still with a smile on she rings up his order and offers him the order ticket.

She’s out of my sight now but I keep thinking of her smile, it wasn’t like the one waitress’s smile who took my order, no, it was a polite smile, even in a situation where she doesn’t feel overly comfortable this girl still wore a pretty smile.

I place my hand to my skull thinking of the smile even from a distance it was pretty, I take a long drag of my cigar thinking of that pretty smile, exhaling I sigh thinking how I want to look at her whole face, and more, that’s what a pretty smile will getch’ ya these days.

One of the girls at the window coughs to my cloud of black smoke, stuffing out my cigar in surprise to her sudden appearance, I feel a little bad, these are strong cigars made for monster not humans, I was so wrapped up of thinking of that smile I forgot where I was.

As the smoke diminishes, I see the girl at the window waving a hand in front of her face, her face is twisted with the look of disgust, I can feel my soul thumping hard against my chest, this girl’s face, she may not be smiling but damn she’s cute.

I smile real big seeing her here with me, “sorry about that doll” I apologize as that same smile returns to her face, “smokin’s a nasty habit, I should probably quit eh” she smiles without showin’ her teeth, a very refined smile.

“It would be better for your health in the long run if you did” her smile doesn’t reach her eyes, her beautiful green eyes “your still young right, wouldn’t you want to live as long as possible?” she questions my choice in smoking.

I smirk to myself, “monsters don’t have worry on shortening our lives, we live longer than you humans, as long as we got something, or someone in our life,” I look up at the girl in the window as I speak “then our life’s worth livin’.”

“And do you have something or someone in your life to live for?” her smile is only slightly there, but the interest she wears in her eyes is clear as day.

“Heh not yet, doll” I wink at her.

She smiles that same refined smile handing me my order of food and drink, “I wish you luck in your pursuit, and have a good day” and just like that the window closes and my girl leaves, my driver drives off and I light up my cigar again, oh this girl is going to be hard, but well worth it when all is said and done.