Circus of Nightmares (On Hold)

Chapter Four

I walked inside,Hiding my blood soaked shirt.

“Hey mom.... I’m going to bed, night.” I kissed her and walked, quickly, to my room. I walked in, shutting the door and wandered over to my window, opening it at Max stepped in.

“Hey love, Are you sure you don't want to tell your mom about this.” He mumble , concern. I walked over to my door and locked it.

“I’m positive.” I answered, he walked over to me and slipped my shirt off, examining the wound. I winced as he touched my gashes. Tears shining in his eyes, he stood up and kissed me softly Backing me up into my bed and layed down. He came on top of me and tried to go farther. I pulled away.

“Hey... Not tonight ok, I’m not really in the mood for it.” I mumbled, turning away.

“Hey babe nothing you don't want.” He smiled “So... Do you just want me to leave?” He asked starting to stand up.

“Hey no! Come snuggle with me!” I smiled grabbing his shirt and pulling him down. Moving my arms in any way caused the gashes on my ribs to burn.

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About an hour later Max stepped out my window, kissing me goodbye I smiled and walked to my bed and crawled under my sheets.

“I hope I don't have that creepy dream again...”” I mumbled to myself , curling up under my blanket, Shutting my eyes. I began to drift off to sleep...

Something pricked my arm, I jumped and fell off my bed, wait, Not my bed, a hospital be . I swallowed hard, looking around. I had always hated hospitals, they freaked me out, i grew up in one basically before I turned four my daddy was sent to a hospital with Leukemia, A cancer of the blood. He went threw years of Chemo, I remember it all, how weak and hurt he looked, until it came to the day he fell into a coma, and passed away two years later in two thousand and four my grandfather was sent to the hospital. With no long term memory. I was convinced the old scary doctor with the bad breath was messing with his brain, just like he killed my daddy I shivered and rubbed the goose bumps on my arms, I heard a crackling, like someone moving on the hospital bed, with those itchy sheets, I turned so quick white spots littered my vision, My brown hair flying into my wide terrified eyes. I saw a man, in his mid thirties, he had a gas mask looking thing attached onto his face, when I say attached, I mean attached, it was literally bolted into his face.

He stared at me with terrified eyes, He made a mumbled noise threw the mask, My eyes traveled to his arms were he was chained up, bolted threw his wrists dried blood caked the chains. In his arms multiple stitches and pins in his arms and chest. He had bolts sticking out and barbed wire threading threw his body, veins pulled out, the blood still freshly pumping thru, I covered my mouth and backed up into a heart machine it was beeping at an unnaturally fast rate.

“Time for your medicine...” I heard a deep scratchy voice call out from the shadows, the heart monitors jumped, going faster, and faster. A man stepped out, stitches and patches littered up his arms,, Only some patches of skin showing. A huge bolt slicing threw his head, his eyes grey with mad and insanity, red threaded threw his oddly colored eyes. A green needle was inserted into the man, the man let out a muffled scream, his arm beginning to swell.

Then it blew.

A sizzly sound echoed throughout the room, my eyes widened and I covered my mouth, pieces of his arm running into my hair.

“Oh no your arm... We can fix that.” The doctor grasped some barbed wire, threading it threw his arm, the man bit his tongue, blood dripping from his chin. My eyes widened and I backed up. The poor mans arm seized sizzling with one last pop, the man finally let out a blood curdling scream.

“Let me give you something to relaxe son.” The doctor spoke while flipping on a switch, and a smell ran threw out the room, a red gas filled the mans gas mask, I recognized the smell, chloraphome. I coughed and stumbled back, smacking into a table. the doctors head snapped towards me, a ghastly smile covered his stitched face. Well well well... Alexandria made it. “ He picked up a scalpel and threw it, it sliced the air and made contact with my skin.I stumbled back, my knee slamming into a hospital bed. I winced grabbing my arm and running from the doctor.

“An end you push in... slicing the skin...” The doctors voice echoed throughout the dark halls.

“its a riddle...” I mumbled to myself something brushed against my skin, the doctors lab coat. I yelped “its a scalpel!” I shouted falling back and crashing into a small table with knifes and other torcher instruments on it, they sliced my skin, blood ran down my arm.

“Wrong!” He shouted, his voice like nails ramming threw my head. “Time for your punishment!” suddenly he was behind me, he pressed a rag tattered reddened with blood rag to my face, the smell of blood ran threw me, with a hint of chloraphome, before I could struggle away my vision went blurry and I passed out

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I woke up with the doctor humming in a creepy manner, laughing to himself.

“Ugh...” My head throbbed, I lifted my head and found stabbed to an operating table I yanked my arms up, the leather eating into my skin. The doctor looked back at me.

“...Its filled with an unknown substance...” He muttered more verses of the riddle, “...With an end you push in...” He pulled out a syringe, the green liquid shooting out the top of the dirty kneetle. I pulled again, pain running threw me, only then did I realise I was covered in bruises and dried up blood. “...Slicing threw the skin!” He laughed, his teeth letting out a wretched smell. He came towards me, finishing the riddle.

I yanked my hand up, the leather stripping my hand, from the top of my wrist down, of skin, but my hand freeing itself. I grasped the needle, yanking it from the doctor, he shrieked.

“Its a syringe!” I shouted, covering my eyes, the syringe breaking onto my hand, glass breaking in and the green liquid covering me. There was a gust of wind and I head the doctor scream, I looked up and saw the doctors skin being to move, his blood boiling inside him, I scram along with the doctor, shutting my eyes tight as his skin blew, once again showering me in blood, the leather released me.

I opened my eyes to find myself laying on a dirt ground I jumped and and back, ,y back ramming into a stand, full of demons and ghouls, I yelped fear running threw me, I felt the blood begin to boil in my hand, the skin becoming red and hot from the boiling skin. The green liquid finally made sense. It was supposed to blow me up once my heart began beating fast.

“Well well well, looky here folks. Alexandria made it... Surviving the first step. Only seven more to go...” The host laughed. “Be more careful with your fear and your temper.” His voiced hissed. “That liquid will heat up and burn... And if your heartbeat is really fast... You may just blow.” He giggled, his chest rumbling while walking towards me.

“S-Stay Away!” I shouted fear running deep threw me “I-I’ll burn you!” I tried to come up with a good threat.

“You really think you can hurt me?:” He walked closer, his hands grasping my wrist, the bubbly and head ceased, cold ran up my arm. It began turning blue and the feeling left them, my fear rising. “I can kill you.” He leaned close and whispered he released my wrists I shuffled back. “Till next time...” He raised his hands, the lights flashed on the crowd, “...My children!”  

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I sat up in bed, my hands flying up, ehes wilde. Bruises covered my body my muscles stiff and an adrenaline rush left me completely, I looked at my hand, skinned. I touched it and a burning pain ran threw me, I bit my lip and curled in a ball. Somethings going on. Something creepy. And I was going to find out what it was, even if it meant I never slept again.