Rafeal glanced at Zhayne. "Zhayne... Zhayne!" He called, his voice rising. But there was no answer. The moment Rafael touched Zhayne's shoulder and began "Zha-" Zhayne suddenly turned his head and looked at him.
Rafeal was about to ask if he was okay, but Jayson came dashing in, stopped abruptly before blurting out, "Guys! Breakfast is ready!"
Zhayne let out a faint smile. "Alright, let's go eat, " he said. Together, they walked through the corridor, Zhayne's hands tucked in his pockets, Rafael's eyes glanced around as they walked."We have been walking for an hour, JAYSON" he said.
"Why are you looking at me like that? . I know the way back, it's just.... This corridor is too long" he muttered.
Suddenly, their eyes fell on a group of people gathered by the door, one of them was twisting the key in the lock.
Jayson approached them. "Hi! do you know where the stage is?" the guy, who has been talking to the girl beside him, paused, his smile fading. "Yeah, of course we're heading that way, you can follow us, " he said. That guy had semi-brown skin, black eyes, and red hair styled into spikes. He wore a patterned T-shirt and shorts, looking like he was going to the beach.
"We will!" Jayson said, with a bright smile on his face.
Just as they began following, the person who had been leaning against the wall quietly stepped to the front of the group, unnoticed by anyone.The group filed into the hall together, footsteps echoing down the corridor. Zhayne, Rafeal, and Jason tailed just behind.
By the time they reached the entrance, Leon and Vincent were already seated scanning the mostly empty rows, Zhayne appeared at Entrance, with Rafael and Jason behind him. They walked down the aisle and slid into seats right beside the two.
Rafeal's eyes narrowed at Vincent, a hard line forming around his mouth as he glared. Sending Jayson to get him? That didnt sit well.
Vincent opened his mouth to speak, but the room went dark before he could get a word out.
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They stage darkened, then a focused beam of light swept across the floor. It went out, then returned, revealing the clown.
The clown bounced to the center of stage, arms wide. "Welcome, welcome, everyone!" He said with a flourish. Then he leaned slightly forward, hand cupped to his ear. "Any guesses for today?!" He asked, tilting his head as if listening, but the audience was silent.
The clown pulled his hand away form his ear,shaking his head,"Still no guesses, I see! Very well... Let the show begin.The spotlight in the center shifted, sliding until it illuminated The target wheel.
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The target wheel: The target stands in the middle of wheel, facing the knives that slice through air towards him.
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Another clown, dressed like the clowns before, appeared and strapped himself to the target wheel. The clown shoved an apple into the mouth of the one strapped to the target wheel.
The speakers blared a fake cheer, and with a sweeping gesture, the clown pulled the knives from his costume and launched them with dramatic precision. One after another, the blades landed beside him, close enough to strike his costume but never strike. However there was still no reaction to his show. The spotlight moved towards the clown again.
"Well, well.... How about we choose someone from the audience?" he said, with a faint smile on his face.The spotlight began to drift off the stage sweeping slowly across the audience. Everyone in the audience clutched their seats, afraid they would be choosen
Suddenly the spotlight stopped on a person in a banana custome. The banana suited man started climbing the stage stairs. He stood awkwardly in the middle of the stage. The clown handed him the knife. The sound of the audience cheering got louder and louder. But the banana - suited man hesitated, then hurled the knife, but it missed Wide, landing far from the target, the audience groaned in disappointment.
The clown rushed to the knives on the floor and hurled one straight into the eyes of the clown strapped to the wheel. Blood began to flood form his eyes.The audience went silent again. The spotlight started sweeping across the audience for the second time. But this time the spotlight stopped on Ron....
He calmly walked toward the stage as the audience erupted in cheers once more. Without a flicker of hesitation, he took the knifes and hurled them straight at the clown's face, each landing dead centre. Blood began gushed from the clown's head as he stumbled lifeless pooling beneath him. Ron's face was unreadable.
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