Four Artists From Another World

DEADLY ENGROSSED! THE DISAPPEARANCE!

"Why! This brush feels so.. . . .." 

"So, unique like the one Van Gogh used. Where'd you get this from?" Sindra cut Harry as he kept massaging the mystry brush with his eyes now covered. 

"Got it from a store in Town. Okay guys, you're ready?" Nathan uttered. 

"We're born ready mister..." Orcus replied 

"Yeah, Ready is my middle name . .." Sindra merrimented waiting for this moment and ready for it. 

"Here's yours . . . yours and . . .yours" Nathan disputed the opened jars of paint along with pallettes to each of them. 

"You're all holding different colours in those jars and are standing right in front of the entrance. . . , I mean the canvas." He sighed gracefully. "You can switch colours at anytime. Now remember vividly guys . . ." Nathan now seriously cautioned as he initiated his blindfold as well.

"Allow your mind to work. We're known for creating amusing pieces, not because of luck or charm, but because we get our minds toiling. Sindra, Orcus, your mom passed away years ago and the memory of that night still reads fluently in your hearts and minds.

"Harry, you've been abandoned by the very people you love and care for, and these, yes these here are troubling moments for all of us. Let's show the god damn mind power we have and. . . ." Nathan paused, took off his blindfold halfway open, turned around and looked at Amanda's frame...and continued. .

"...and good luck! Whatever be the result, it's what your mind has been hiudering. See you there." Nathan ended. 

For the next 10 minutes, nothingness occurred. Nathan, Harry, Orcus and Sindra stood quietly each in their positions with their hands clunged to their brushes..

Nathan broke the silence as he dipped his brush into the jar creating a wet plumpy noise, then, lost in memory like the other four, he took his hand forward to the canvas and gently and mildly began to apply his paint-wet brush on the white primed canvas blindfolded.

Harry did same. Lost in thoughts, he dipped his brush into his jar and started applying as well. His hands swayed forward and backwards. His chest racing faster. 

Orcus and Sindra did the same. Lost in emotions and thoughts, they applied. There was really no need for them to get blindfolded as they were already unconsciously blindfolded. The thought of their mom began to surface. 

The four men all applied hitting hands, shedding tears, bringing back memories. With all zeal and earnestness, they started painting. 

Every stroke reminding Nathan of his Amanda, his heartbeat who's loss almost killed him, every stroke brought the picture of Mr. Ford's wife back to the minds of his children, the night she screamed to the two young boys as she got burnt mercilessly by the fire, Harry now dripping in sweat was reminded of every word his father said to him, every challenge his brother placed and the scene he stumbled upon when he got home that night.... 

Every stroke....deep thoughts....memories. . . pain. . .regrets. . . challenges. . They would fall into a trans any moment cause they could not feel their real bodies any longer. They painted......they wept.... 

As a drop of tear missed it way into Nathan's jar of paint, it began to glow. It began to glow into different colours. As it also was for the three other artists. 

The canvas which they couldn't see was now in disbelief at itself. It was coming to life. 'Once white I was and all abandoned. Look at me'. The canvas would have said if it was a living thing. . . Or is it?. . .

After few fights with the canvas..... A very intense wind began to blow.... They kept painting....!

The whole house began to shake repeatedly causing cracks on walls and floors. Popsicle's fur rose to the highest height as he firmly gripped on to Nathan's leg, not wanting to be swayed by the wind. 

The canvas began displaying flashlights of different colours. Flashing through the four men who were so submerged in to what they were doing that they no longer were alive, ironically, making them now look like Angels as they started to glow. 

Suddenly, right out of the big covered canvas, a leaf dropped. 

Popsicle was sparked... Fighting against the wind, she swiftly and pacefully walked towards the leaf with her whole attention drawn to the leaf eager to know where it came from. But as soon as she sniffed it....

"Meeoowww!!! She screamed...." As she was already lifting up from the ground and towards the direction of the canvas. She screamed to the hearing of Nathan, but unfortunately to no avail as he and the three brushcreeps were also being lifted up from the ground and flying unconsciously to the direction of the still canvas. 

The four men were already in mid-air. The room got filled with leaf and branches that obviously came right from the painting they were making. 

Rapidly, everything stooped. There was no wind, no heavy breeze, no whirled wind. Causing Popsicle alot of confusion. She stared at the room already filled with lots of leafs and branches, and the the four blindfolded men who's hands were still placed on the canvas. 

Then Suddenly, like the day had been planned, PEW... PEW... PEW... PEW.... PEEWWW.... The four living creatures disappeared and were drawn right into the painting they just made that was now appearing to be very detailed and amusing... 

Nathan, Harry, Orcus and Sindra along with Popsicle disappeared, like teleported in some way, beginning with their heads and then fully immersed and POOF! 

They were gone! Like they had never been there, except for Nathan's dollar note that fell off from his pocket unknowingly. 

Everything went blank! The whirl wind stopped. The breeze creased. The house stooped shaking. There was  quiet in the basement. There was no Nathan, no Harry, no Popsicle. Every one of them had disappeared right into the very massive canvas that was now lying beautifully painted. 

The leaf and branches that lay on the floor were left to admire the artwork.