An Unknown Situation

The whole hall was silent that night. Only slight sounds of wood creaking against a pair of shoes. The only light that stabbed the pitch black was the dim shaft of light leaving the light bulb of a torch. The torch moved leisurely around the hall, held by a human trying to find the lock to the storage cupboard. A small squeal echoed around the hall as he tripped over his own laces. He held his breath. As he closed to a large chamber containing many interesting instruments, a vicious sound broke the silence, an alarm went off as Sam's foot swayed into the path of a red laser.

 "Stay where you are!" a voice boomed at him from behind the bright light. Sam raised his torch to shine on the face of the offender. 

"Oh, Sam! I'm sorry, old boy, didn't see you there." The old guard smiled at him in the torchlight and shoved the gun back into its holster. 

"It's fine, Annette." responded Sam. 

He walked to the lock and began picking it with a hair clip. He listened for the click of the lock, and pushed back the flimsy door to reveal a skinny boy in denim sat behind a trampoline. 

 "You took your time." The skinny boy said, ruffling his blonde hair with his skinny hands. "I was in here for almost three hours. Have you brought the equipment? Or have you failed at that simple job as well?" 

 "Indeed I have." replied the sly figure that stood in the shadows. "May I ask, what do you plan on performing?" 

"A routine that is unimportant. All that matters is that I win, and the others don't." 

The blonde boy sniffed the air and crossed his arms in an authoritative manner. "Thirteen thousand. I want thirteen thousand." 

"Your idiocy amuses me, 10 grand is my final offer, and do not take me for a fool." was the sharp reply. "Thirteen grand. Or else I won't help you." The greasy boy balled his hands into fists. 

 "I don't care if you do or don't. You've just outdated yourself by bringing the equipment tonight. After this you're just a convenience. Ten grand, take it or leave it. I don't care either way." He tossed his head slightly. "Pathetic boy." 

The next morning, the air was thin and crispy, the grass was covered by a fine layer of frost, and sunlight hit faces of young children, who were not aware of events that were about to occur. Adults dressed in navy blue overalls ran back and forth from the silver building with a blue roof carrying very heavy pieces of wood and metal and lighting and speakers. The sweat of the young children ran down the tiled floor, slowly crystallising due to the frosty atmosphere in the room.               

Three people stood at the side of the room, each with their own set of parents ladened with bags and bottles and sheets and blankets and chairs. The only boy there wore a silver leotard underneath a loose-fitted blue tracksuit that greatly contrasted with his blonde hair. The girl to his right had her brown hair tied back in a ponytail at the base of her neck and wore a crop top and tutu of the deepest red. The girl to his right was eating a banana while dancing across the floor and mumbling to herself, her long blonde hair loose and sticking to her face. 

 "I dare say Petra, wouldn't your umm.. accident... cause you to suffer in the finals?" asked Samuel, coldly.

 "I have made a full recovery. Thank you very much." She spat and turned to look at her notes once more. 

"Of course." was the response, which was a slight whisper. Obviously, inside Sam was smirking emotionlessly. It was not in his nature to take the goals of the injured to seriously. Plus, he knew that he would win this show, when the plan was set in motion. His failed attempt at murdering the female infuriated him and he began to grow impatient of his minions and allies.  If he were to stumble at this stage, he did not know how he would be able to cope "