Circus Of The Death (ABrokenWorld#1)

Chapter 4

The Game
Oh, how much I love games!

Scar sat upright in her seat, trembling all over, her eyes wide open in shock after the chaos that had just unfolded. Suddenly out of nowhere, all the heads from the audience started to explode. She couldn't even scream; she was so shocked. Her boyfriend, Damien, dug his nails into the seat. He was speechless himself.
"Let me explain the rules," said the blue-haired man on the stage. His expression remained calm, as if he didn't see the bloody chaos around him. Two assistants pushed a table onto the stage with six white envelopes on it. He explained, "Each of you will have an envelope containing descriptions of two objects you must find in the amusement park. The first one to find these two objects wins, and their wish will be granted. My assistants will be hunting you down. But this won't be a fun game of tag," he grinned, "If they catch you, you're dead."

"What nonsense is this!" Damien suddenly shouted, standing up from his seat. "I don't care about this game! I don't want to die for such a stupid wish!" The blue-haired man smiled at him: "You accepted the ticket and agreed to participate. You can't change that now."
Damien looked somewhat puzzled but then left the room. "Damien!" Scar called out. For a moment, she wasn't sure if she should follow him, but she couldn't stand the smell of blood any longer, so she followed him.
Damien stormed past the stands, and in the light, you could see a few bloodstains on his clothing, as if he were a murderer. "What's going on!" he yelled when he reached the entrance, which was now blocked by a large fence. He began angrily yanking at the fence, but it didn't budge.
Scar stood somewhat apart from him, pondering the whole situation. Before the show began, the blue-haired man had given them a ticket for a game. She had a strange feeling about this man, but Damien had insisted on participating. They had to escape somehow, and then they would be free. It sounded simple, but these circus actors were undoubtedly not to be underestimated.
She glanced briefly at Damien. She didn't want to babysit him.
"Come on, Damien, this won't accomplish anything," she said to her boyfriend, stopping him before he threw a trash can at the fence. "But I don't want to be here!" he yelled at her. Scar glared at him angrily. "Then stay here and keep throwing things at the fence, but I really want to escape!" she said angrily, and then she stomped away. Damien watched her in surprise, but then he left the trash can behind and followed his girlfriend.
The two of them arrived at the blood-splattered room. Scar tried to ignore the stench, but it was so strong that she almost gagged. There was blood on the floor, on the seats, and on the walls. But how could this have happened? It came so suddenly and without warning, and now they were in this game. This horror game.
Scar had never watched any horror movies. Her parents wanted to make the perfect girl out of her. She was mostly only allowed to wear dresses or bright-colored clothes. She also sometimes went to ballet and had performances, but after a while, it became too much pink for her, and she escaped. Now she lived in an apartment with her so-called boyfriend Damien and finally got to be who she wanted to be.
On the stage were two people, a brown-haired boy with wolf ears and a girl with brown hair as well. The girl was crying, "How could this happen?" "Anna, please..." the boy said calmly to her. "Calm down. We'll find a way out of here, I promise." "But they're all dead! Everyone!!" The boy hesitated. "I know, but what can we do? Now it's important to survive." Anna didn't look convinced and just turned away from him.
"There you are," suddenly a voice next to Scar said. It was another boy with a large scar on his face. "I don't think you've found a way out."
Scar shook her head. "I don't understand how you can be so calm about this situation," Damien interjected. Damien snorted slightly, "There's no reason to overreact or cry. Our lives are much more important, and we can't afford to lose our minds, or we'll be dead faster than we want to believe."
Damien just rolled his eyes and walked onto the stage.
"Did the guy say anything else?" Scar asked the boy, Dex, after he introduced himself. "Not really. We're going to be chased all over the amusement park, and if they catch us, we're dead. He didn't specify how much time we have, but I think it will take as long as it takes for everyone to die or someone to win." Scar nodded, and both of them walked onto the stage.
On the table were letters. Scar took her letter, on which her name was written in black ink, "Scarlett." Oh, how she hated that name. Scarlett was a name that just didn't suit her; she wanted to experience something, have an adventure, and Scarlett simply didn't fit that. That's why she called herself Scar, a bit edgy, the name, but it suited her better. She opened the letter and pulled out a piece of paper that read:

"In bright red or soft pink, A touch of color on the lips, you'll think. Gliding gently, almost like a kiss, Enhancing the smile, making it pure bliss.
In a tube, it quietly sleeps, Ready to give lips a lustrous sweep. Sometimes shiny, sometimes matte, An accessory that time won't abate.
A symbol of femininity and might, Seductive yet subtle, day or night. Guess what am I, take a little heed? A secret, some wish to succeed."

Scar looked confused and turned the paper, but those few sentences were all that was on it. She thought the name of the object would be written on it, but it wasn't going to be that easy, and the others seemed to think the same, as they stared at their papers with confusion. "What a load of crap," Damien muttered angrily, crumpling the paper and throwing it to the ground. "I'll find my way out." Without even a glance at Scar, he left the stage. Such reactions were something Scar had come to expect from Damien; he didn't really care about her, and she didn't care about him. Scar only lived with him to get away from her parents, and he had his reasons too.
"Should we split up?" Niko asked after a while. "I think so. It's a game, a competition. Only one can win," explained Dex. His best friend looked sad. "Isn't there another way? I really don't want to be out there alone." You could hear the fear in his voice, but when he talked to the sad girl earlier, his voice had been much more relaxed. Dex sighed. "I don't think there's another way, but we can try." He looked at Niko. His face immediately brightened, and both of them left the tent. Only she and the girl named Anna were left in the tent.
Scar looked at Anna. Her vacant gaze remained fixed on the bloody chaos. "Hey, are you okay?" Scar asked her, somewhat concerned. Anna just nodded and kept her gaze on the crowd.
Scar wanted to ask if she wanted to go with her, but it might be better to go alone, so she left the tent alone.