I blink at the sweat that has begun to bead on my forehead and run down into my eyes.
I take a deep breath and try to control my pulse. My mind races, and I can't get the concentration I need to slow my heart and control my breathing.
I strain to look aside from the screen that is so close to my face.
I whisper to myself, "What is going on?"
I strain at the straps holding me down. They only feel tighter after I relax.
I look back at the face of this obviously deranged clown that is staring at me. He looks like he's waiting for a response of some kind. But he can't see me. Can he? He's not talking to me, is he? I look closer at him and the room full of children. Is that a set?
I look back at his face. He IS waiting for me.
"I like games," I say. I immediately regret the hesitation in my voice.
HEY KIDS! DO YOU LIKE HARROWING TALES OF EXCITEMENT AND DANGER?! IF NARROW ESCAPES, TWISTED HALLS, STABS IN THE BACK, AND SHOTS IN THE DARK ARE YOUR IDEA OF A GOOD TIME THEN YOU HAVE TUNED INTO RIGHT PLACE!! WELCOME, ONE AND ALL, TO PSYCHO BILLY'S HOUSE OF SLAUGHTER! THE PLACE WHERE FIVE CONTESTANTS ARE PUT TO THE TEST IN A SCAVENGER HUNT, TO THE DEATH!
Monday, May 24, 2010
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"So if you see the Vulture coming, he's flying circles in your mind, remember there is no escaping for he will follow close behind. Only promised me a battle, battle for your soul and mine." Gil Scott-Heron - The Vulture
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