Carnival Of Terrors

Chapter Seven

***Drake's Pont Of View***

I held my breath as he walked past me, dragging a sharp finger across my chest.. I dreaded every moment he came near me. This man...is the Ring Master. He's in charage of everyone and is the reason everyone is like this...the reason we've lost our humanity. I stood completley still, trying not to upset him. "Now tell me Drake," He said, his voice scratchy and loud, "Why is that girl still alive? If she's going to live, she's going to work for me." I nodded quickly, a stone cold expression on my face. He gave a loud, terrible, unholy laugh and I felt his finger jabbing into my chest as he laughed at me. "I know she was in your tent. I know that you cared for her. I know that you almost did the do. I know you Drake." I felt my muscles tense up,I was practically praying that he didn't try to hurt her himself.

"I want you to bring me the girl." He said, removing his finger from my chest, "If you don't I'll get the contortionist to do it for you." He jabbed his thumb to the boy in the cage who was moving around in crazy ways.

Misha the Contortionist, he was the youngest out of all of us. He was an unattractive young man. His nose and mouth leaked with brown blood, deprived of oxygyn and he had scars all over his chest and stomach. I glanced at him then fixed my tare back onto the Ring Master. "Well? Are you gonna bring her to me? Or are you gonna go soft and let her live and fuck her brains out of her skull?"

"I'll bring her to you..."

"Good! Now get outta here and prove it!"

I quickly left and angrily walked through the park. I didn't want to hurt her. I was...dare I say...in love with her. I didn't know what to do. If I take her, it'll break her heart but I won't loose my life. If I don't, I can keep her safe but he'll kill me. I was so conflicted! And tthe last thing I wanted was for Misha to go after her, because he would kill her himself. And I don't want to lose her, not like this. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Jen. She was beating the living shit out of a zombie, is curdled blood splattered all over the place. And somehow, she looked gorgeous while doing it. I knew I couldn't let them hurt her. I just couldn't.

She mangaled the creature, shotting it and stepping on his throat. Letting out grunts as she did it. She was pretty strong, stronger than I thought she was. And damn, it was hot. After she killed the creature, she looked up and saw me, giving me that sweet smile of hers. I smiled back, nervously looking at her. "Hey, what are you doing over here?" She asked, bouncing over to me.

"Actually...there are a few things you need to know about." I said sadly, a lump appearing in my throat. I told her everything about what the Ring Master wanted me to do, What Misha will do to her if he's sent after her, and I nearly told her that I loved her. But I was able to stop myself. I saw the fear in her eyes after I told her. Like a child who had been told the legend of Dracula, or a woman told that her baby may not make it after birth. My heart sunk to the pit of stomach.

"I should've left with Alec..." she whimpered, "I shouldn't have let him split up with me before. I don't want to do missions alone, I don't want to do this anymore! I can't do this anymore! I just can't!" My heart sank to the pit of my stomach as I watched her begin to cry. I felt a lump in my throat, I thought I was going to cry too. I embracced her in my arms, stroking her hair. Comforting her the way she did for me. I felt her chest expand and contract as she choked out sobs and coughed, her arms tightly wrapped around me. "It's okay...I won't let them hurt you..." I said quietly, rocking her back and fourth, "I wont let them take you...my sweet little girl...my one and only..."

"...My sleeping beauty..."