Shimmer – Christmas Special 2014 – “The Krampus is Coming to Town”

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Do you want to hear a story?

It’s a very special story, so you have to promise not to tell anyone.

Do you promise?

Okay, I’ll tell you.

My name is Kaira. I’m six years old, my favourite color is green, my favorite food is pizza, and bunny rabbits are the best, even if my Mommy won’t let me keep one.

Sometimes I’m also a superhero called ‘Glimmer Girl’, and I rescue people.

One time I rescued Santa. That’s what this story is about! (Shhh, but don’t tell!)

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Hellbound Dolls #10 – “Going Platinum” (Part 10)

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Screams and gunfire, Shibuya under siege; the taste of carnage formed a thick layer on my tongue, and we were still miles away.

Ryunosuke wrapped himself around my torso, clinging like a ragdoll on a motorcycle. He was out of his depth; clutched by an actual demon.

“What are you going to do?” he pleaded.

I said nothing. Action would speak on my behalf.

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Hellbound Dolls #09 – “Going Platinum” (Part 9)

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Ryunosuke was in over his head. How long had it been since he’d been minted into the Black Soul Angels? A month, maybe two; that was why I didn’t know his face. Regardless, he’d cast his lot with our enemies, and there he was, begging for his life.

“Please, you have to help me!”

He was on hands and knees, casting his gaze down and trembling. Did he know what he was asking?

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Hellbound Dolls #08 – “Going Platinum” (Part 8)

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Day waned into evening, and reasons to doubt the night before were growing few.

Grenier was real, and so was the Platinum Doll; more than that, so was the beating I’d been given. Transforming into a supernatural woman was no dream, and neither was the piss stained uniform the Black Soul Angels had left me to die in.

One way or another, they were going to pay.

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Hellbound Dolls #07 – “Going Platinum” (Part 7)

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In semiotic and postmodernist terms, the inability of consciousness to distinguish reality from a simulation is called ‘hyperreality.’ In terms of clinical psychology, the inability to distinguish fantasy from reality is a symptom of schizophrenia.

One could be attributed to outside factors; the other internal. Both provided a reasonable explanation as to the happenings of the night before, but neither could account for the headline taking over the news outlets:

‘TOKYO SIGHTING VIGILANTE MONSTER SLAYER’, ‘PLATINUM DOLL VICTORIOUS DURING MIDNIGHT PANIC’

A shared delusion, perhaps? If so it was one experienced not just by humans, but CCTV cameras as well.

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Hellbound Dolls #06 – “Going Platinum” (Part 6)

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The air was thick with the blood of something inhuman. I could smell it from miles away; it reached inside and pulled, stirring depths of hatred that I’d never known. To allow it to live was a sin.

By my side, the wolf lifted itself and stood back. From its jowls it dropped an object; a lock with a key.

“Take this,” it hummed, “and release.”

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Hellbound Dolls #05 – “Going Platinum” (Part 5)

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A full moon lit the sidewalk. Save for piles of trash the streets were empty.

What few occupied the midnight train scurried away from the platform like rats, while I swayed in the direction of home.

The wash of alcohol soaked into my veins and I was numb. Though Chiyoko’s face had been stripped away I could, at least for a while, pretend that nothing else existed; not even my mother, or the twenty seven messages she had left.

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Hellbound Dolls #04 – “Going Platinum” (Part 4)

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Brushes dipped with meaning glided across my pores, stripping presumption while constructing her face; my face. Some called my womanhood artificial, but what did such descriptions matter when they were grafted with a soul?

I opened my eyes and straightened my blouse, skirt, and the bangs over my brow. For once the mirror spoke truth and presented a woman to be feared. The wolf had awoken from her slumber, and Chiyoko was reborn.

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Hellbound Dolls #03 – “Going Platinum” (Part 3)

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The teacher scanned the classroom and set his eyes on me.

“Mr. Yamaguchi,” he hummed. “Please share your piece with the rest of the class.”

Our task was decidedly complex, or it would have been to most; choose a classical English text and to read a passage from it, then elaborate on the meaning. The other students were sweating, but I was not.

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Hellbound Dolls #02 – “Going Platinum” (Part 2)

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The day was done, and so was I. The Hellbound Dolls returned to their corners, and I my own.

Fingers slipped under my fringe and curled around the band. Pulling back was like tearing away my skin, but the face underneath belonged to a stranger; less than that, it was a shadow projected on a screen.

A smear across my cheek melted humanity away. If paint had brought Chiyoko to life then stripping away the blush, gloss, and eyeliner would be her death. Who was I without her face?

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