The Crimson Tutu

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Coraline

I wipe the blood off my face, as it drips down onto my tutu. I stare down at the lifeless body before me. I slip on my rubber gloves and pack the body into my bin bag. I stride towards my bathroom and rummage through all the drawers looking for wipes. Disappointedly, I can’t find any. The cleaning lady must have taken them all during her shift. I grab the bleach and 4 rolls of toilet roll instead. I make my way back to the studio. Suddenly I hear the sound of glass smashing on the floor of my studio. 

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John

I’m the last person to enter the studio. “Sorry I’m late!” I cry out. “No problem! Welcome to the Meet N’ Greet! So this is my studio. It’s 100% soundproof! And we have LED lighting,” she boasts. “Nice”, I reply. “Come in, come in!” she smiles sweetly.  “Everyone else has left” she says. “So I really am that late!” I say sheepishly. “I still can’t believe that I’m in a studio with Coraline Jefferson!” I say in awe. “Well you better believe it!” My grandmother used to be a ballerina too, but she was never as good as Coraline. “Let’s begin then,” she says and off we go. 

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Coraline

I peak out the door, just to see a policeman. I narrow my eyes and see his name on his badge. It’s Officer Green. He looks a bit off-centred. I finally settle my eyes on the glass bottle that I heard smash earlier. He’s twirling around and making weird noises. He must be really knocked out! I don’t think a police officer should be this irresponsible while on duty. I slowly slide my hand into the drawer that holds my gun. I quietly and cautiously bring it up to my eye level and point at the man. It’s so hard to get my aim right, because he’s constantly swaying. I finally burst through the door and take a shot. The bullet goes for his shoulder. The officer looks at me, wide eyed, and then down to his wound. He collapses to the floor. “I didn’t expect to see you here, Green,” I smirk. “What the hell are you doing, Coraline?” he slurs. “What do you think I’m doing? I’m killing the person that killed my parents!” I shout. 

“Who?? That innocent boy?” Green replies, trying to gesture to the body on the floor, but he can’t get his hand to move the way he wants it to. “Well, more like his grandmother that did the deed – so that she could own the stage in the performance of Swan Lake. She knew both of my parents were in the show. She and my parents were rivals for years!” “He was just a normal guy, who adored your performances” Green says.  “I don’t give a damn about what you think Green! And now you’ve seen too much!” I pull the trigger, and this is the moment where I end his life. I can hear sirens outside. I have no time left. I need to run.