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Thursday, June 3, 2010
#4 Trapped As Lord Cirque waved a hand at me, my surroundings began to ripple and change. Soon, I was staring up at a run-down building, before someone scared the shit out of me by tapping on my shoulder. Looking up, I found a bearded man grinning down at me sheepishly, saying, "I know it's old, but it was the best I could get in this old country. Shall we get doing then?" He then gestured to my fellow travellers, dragging their lauggages into the old mansion. I looked down and felt a lump in my throat as I found that I had two huge lauggages to manage. Struggling them with my hands, rough, big ones reached out and took one from me. I then thanked the tour guide(I supposed), and we walked off with the others. Once I stepped into the mansion, my mouth flopped open and close like a god-damned fish, gawking like an idiot. Although it looked old and worn-out outside, it was freaking grand-looking on the inside. There was a crystal lighting at the ceiling, and damn! was it gorgeous. Then there was this magnificent spiral stairway that was just... AWESOME. And boy did it make the old-looking mansion feel young again. I still remembered I complained that spiral staircases made my head spin even by looking at them, but now... it totally changes my impressions of- Then its huge front doors slammed shut behind us, making us jump in surprise, and breaking my internal bubble. I looked back, and spotted Lord Cirque's horrendous face on the doors. Let's see if you are able to survive this challenge. If you can, your little friend-to-be here survives as well. He giggled and lifted up Harchirou by the skin at the back of his neck, who was struggling against Lord Cirque, snapping his fangs at him. I started to shout at him, but a shrill scream made me stop short. Spinning around, I saw a menacing dog at the flight of the stairs, growling at a lady who had dropped her belongings in shock(seemed like she was climbing up the stairs to the rooms or something), standing in front of the dog, frozen in pure fear. Everyone held their breath. A man standing closest to the lady leaned in and whispered something to her, barely moving his equally trembling lips. Together, they slowly backed away from the growling dog. Then it launched at her. "Victoria!" The man cried. She screamed in shock as the dog knocked her down, and her shrill scream became a gurgle of blood as the dog bit hard into her fragile neck. She struggled weakly against the dog, constantly coughing out lungful of blood, eyes wide in horror as she stared hopefully at the frozen-shocked crowd for help. The same man stepped out and tried to yank the dog away, his eyes wet(her husband, maybe), but it snapped at him, making him stagger back, preventing anyone from getting near its prey and itself. Everyone watched helplessly as the woman choke for the last time and slumped, her blonde hair drenched red with crimson blood. Satisfied with its meal, the beast scans around the crowd, preparing its next victim as if it hadn't had enough. At once, everyone took a cautious step back. It then jumps to another. But his quick-witted man quickly grabbed his suitcase and whacked it hard against the incoming fans, causing a sickening crunch. It dropped to the floor whimpering, and the man battered it with his suitcase without any hesitation. The bloodied dog twitched once, then went limp, smashed. I wondered if anyone noticed, but its blood was a sickening color of yellow, just like the one on Lord Cirque's umbrella. A lady(probably a doctor) rushed up to the wounded woman, gently lifting her wrist and checked her pulse. Her head snapped up, eyes a glimmer of hope. "She still has a faint pulse! Come help me!" Instantly, the man and I rushed to her side. She opened her lauggage and took out a band-aid kit, putting on a pair of surgical gloves, she took out a towel and carefull pressed it against the unconscious woman's wound. I soon found out that the lady who tended to the wounded woman was Linda, a doctor. The wounded lady was Victoria, and the guy who shouted her name was really her husband, Anthony. The brave gentleman who literally smashed the crazed dog to death, was Caden. The rest were Carol and Laura( mother and daughter), Terri and Darren(couples), a totally cute guy(Rene would totally melt), Cal, and the tour guide, Jared. "This is bad. I've never seen anything like this." Linda's voice trembled. "What's wrong?" She looked up to me, "Victoria's skin is hot to touch, she has difficulty breathing... And her blood is turning yellow." Turning a little bit of the towel over, to show yellow substance replacing the red ones. Her eyes full of confusion, she fumbled through the contents of her band-aid kit. "I'm going to prepare a sleeping medicine. We need it in case. If she wakes up, she might not be the same person anymore..." She then brought out a stringe, inserting it into a bottle of liquid. All the while, Anthony stayed silent. A slight movement. My head snapped to Victoria, she was stirring, moaning in the process. "Linda, hurry!" I squeaked. She cursed and inserted the stringe into the unwounded part of Victoria's neck. She moaned, and went unconscious again. We heaved a sigh of relief. "But it won't hold her for long. It'd buy us some time to leave her in a room, locked and far from us- all of us." She told me sternly. "We have to dump her and leave her to die?" I gasped, noting that Anthony flinched at her blunt words. "She won't die just yet, she'll turn into a monster." She said, and I cringed at the thought. A giggle. I lifted my head to the direction of the sound, half expecting Lord Cirque to be there. But instead, there was a figure at the top of the stairs, a girl. She was grinning, thr rest of her face hidden by the darkness. I could see that she was holding a toy dog in one hand, stained yellow. She wore a baby-pink gown that had a slight tint of red at the hem. She also had thick, jet-black hair that fell all the way to her thigh. I didn't see her with the group though, did she wander off before I had saw the group? I started to call out to her, to tell her it's dangerous, but Linda cut me off. "Lynee." I looked back, "Huh?" "What were you looking at?" She asked, concern filling her eyes. "Oh, nothing. We better hurry though, we'll never know when she'll wake up." I changed the subject, and she nodded. We stood up, and I glanced back. She disappeared. 9:45 PM
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