Carnival Of Terrors

Chaper Nine

***Karena's Point Of View***

I could not believe what I was seeing. Misha had failed to kill the girl and Drake beat him up! I swear to God, if these dumbasses don't carve her skull open, then I will. I stood with my arms folded, watching my husband scold Misha through the cage bars by splashing him with cold water.

My husband was truly an idiot for not realizing that he should've sent Misha when he knew Drake was out of the picture. He turned to me and said with a huff, "Now what?" I placed my hands firmly on my hips. "I could afta' here." I replied, "I could get one of the carving knives from our kitchen and you know...carve her."

"As if you could do that!"

"Oh like you could do better!"

He sighed and plopped into his desk chair. "She works for the FBI, correct?" He asked, I nodded, "That means back up for her will be here soon. Correct?" I nodded once again, "Then we need to kill her, and fast. Or at least kill the back up when they arrive looking for her." I rolled my eyes. I dug through my purse and pulled out my lipstick, applying another coat of maroon to my lips. "We could always pull out the mad dog..." I whispered, "He hasn't tasted blood for years. It'd be good for the little guy."

I heard him chuckle at me. "Yeah, he'd do a better job than Misha." I heard Misha give a high pitched whine from his cage, as indication that we were upsetting him. I tossed him and old planting cup to chew on for a couple of hours. "We are most definitely bringing out the mad dog for this one." My husband said, beaming at me, "It'll be more than a great idea! It'll be an extravagant idea!" I jumped up and down for joy, he never used my ideas but I knew he'd use this one. Who wouldn't want to use it? It was brilliant. I was brilliant. People just didn't know it yet.

"I'll go get the chains for him~!"

***Alec's Point Of View***

I sat in Mrs. Rumford's office, she was me and Jennifer's boss. She seemed pretty upset with what I had to told her a bout the mission, and th  things I saw in the park. She picked up the phone on her desk, shouting into it, "We have a code Orange at House of Fun amusement park! I repeat, a code Orange! Send the seat team!" She quickly turned to me, "You're going with them, you need to find out what is going on with Jen, and what is going on with the owner of that park! Keep me posted on what happens, come back as soon as you can and try to possess even the slightest bit of information on the situation! Now he  the hell, you're wasting time in here!"

I ran out and followed the SWAT team men to the vans and sped to the amusement park. Everyone ran as fast as they could, our guns locked and loaded. I ran with a group of men close behind. As we ran, we came to a quick stop when we saw a man in a star spangled suit his face coated in clown paint, with stubble poking through it.

He gave a loud, high pitched laugh. "Ah yes, visitors!" He shrieked, "Oh dear, but I'm afraid that we don't allow visitors around here!" A blonde woman with too much make up on came out with a young African boy on a link chain leash. He snarled at us, his eyes black and his teeth sharp. "Looks like they'll have to play with the mad dog for a little while fa' trespassing' in our park!" The woman shouted, letting go of the leash.

The boy ran toward us at breakneck speed, jumping onto one of the men thus knocking him onto his back. He snapped his neck and tore out his throat, splattering blood onto us all. We shot at him but it did nothing. A we men shot each other, which only made things worse.

The so called 'Mad Dog' soon began making his way to other men, slitting their through, ripping out organs, and even removed the scalp of one man. I managed to get away, just as terrified as any man would be. I could feel my heart pounding like a drum, I couldn't handle this.

This wasn't going to end well, I knew it wasn't, Jen was probably dead by now. Me and some of the surviving men went back to the office, embarrassed that we hadn't found anything about Jen. Mrs. Rumford was even more shaken upon hearing the news. But she  ready to give up, she told me, "I'll devise a better plan for the search! It'll be better than the last, I swear to God!we will save Jen and destroy the park!" I watched as she stormed off to her office and slam the door. Whatever was  making her act like this, I prayed  it was steering her in the correct direction.

***Karena's Point Of View***

I couldn't believe that they got away! I was infuriated! But at least they were to scared to look for the girl. I hated that she wasn't dead, so I figured that I could just do it myself. I snatched a carving knife from the kitchen and snuck past my husband.

I quickly made my way out to the park, stamping my feet with every step. I was far past angry with the situation. I was going to make sure that the girl dies a gruesome death. I was  going to carve her guts out, I was going to scalp her, I was going to scrape her uterus out of her body! If anything, this park was too clean for what I was about to do. I don't care if Drake loves her.

She. Has got. To go.