Crazy In Love | Buggy

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My eyes fluttered open as I regained my consciousness. I saw nothing was darkness at first. That slowly developed into a blur, I could not make out anything around me clearly. Instead, all I saw were colours and lights, all mixed up in a blurry mess.

I found myself attempting to focus on my memories rather than my sight. My mind went back to the events of last night. At first, my memories were limited. I just remembered my pure fear, my hesitation on what I was going to do.

Then, all at once, my memories came flooding back to me. The flood of vivid memories came in horrific waves. I felt the urge to throw up, trying my best to repress the urge. I had thrown up the entire contents of my stomach last night, so I doubted that there would be anything left to come up.

Hindsight was twenty twenty. I felt like a complete and utter idiot for my decisions. I couldn't believe that I had thought my dad's plan had been anything but suicide.

Now, not only had I killed a man - which was already haunting me - I had most certainly doomed my entire down to death, or worse.

After all, there was no guarantee they would just kill us quickly. They had shown yesterday that they got off to terrorising people, building up terror.

My mind filled with horror at the images of what his cree might do in retaliation to what I had done. Whatever they would do, it wouldn't be pretty, I knew that much.

As devastated as I was about dooming my entire down, I was more devastated about my family in particular. My parents would both be dead, Jean too. He was too young, I thought. It wasn't fair.

Now, I wished that I had not bothered to ask to say goodbye to my family. If I hadn't ask, my Dad wouldn't have given me the idea to escape. Buggy would still be alive. My town wouldn't be doomed to destruction.

All the other possibilities for how this could have gone were circling in my mind.

"You're awake. Finally," Spoke a voice, which was laced with pure hatred.

As my dizziness wore off, and my vision began to focus, I noticed that I was surrounded by about fifty clowns. That would be a pretty horrifying sight in any context, but with the context that I had killed their beloved leader, it was even more horrifying.

I also became aware of the fact that I was chained up. Chains were wrapped tightly around my body, attaching me to a flag pole in the middle of the ships deck. When I tested my chains, I found they were on far tighter than I could escape from. I knew I had absolutely no chance of freeing myself from them.

Of course these clowns knew how to tie someone up well - I should have suspected that. I was completely vulnerable, and convinced I would die for my crime. There was nothing that I could do to stop it. There was no way for me to fight back. I had to accept my fate.

"Are you proud of yourself for killing our captain?" Asked the same person who had spoken originally.

Their voice, somehow, sounded more angry than the first sentence. I realised it was a woman speaking, as my vision focused on her. She, like everyone else, was dressed up entirely in clown clothes. Her hair was dyed a bright neon green colour, spiked up into a mohalk.

Her look was already incredibly intimating but she became even more intimating when I realised she was holding a very sharp knife.

It was then I noticed that every single clown was holding some sort of weapon. Most of them sharp, most of them held out towards me. I swallowed a heavy breath.

"I'm sorry," I told her in my most genuine voice. That wasn't hard to do because I was genuinely sorry for what I had done. My sincerity seemed to surprise her. The words just seemed to continue to spill out of me, like water from a fountain. "I-I just did it... I didn't think before and... Oh God, I'm so sorry."