Welcome to the Show

Chapter 4

'Where am I?' Forcing my eyelids open with a groan, I winced at the light that shone brightly in my face. Everything was blurry and the noises around me were muffled. I sat up slowly and clutched my head as a headache began to form. My ears were ringing; I felt as if I was spinning so sickeningly fast that I could hardly hold myself up. 
I felt like crap.
"Y-Y/N?" Blinking a few times,  my vision clears up a bit. I connected eyes with a frantic (and bruised) Angie and felt slightly relieved that she was safe or as safe as we could get in an unknown place.
"Are you okay Angie? Where's Emily?" I ask with a pained groan as I tried steadying myself.
"Y/N! Angie!" Looking to my left, I saw Emily running over to where Angie and I sat. Struggling to get off of the dirty gray floors that were stained a mysterious color, Angie grabbed Emily into a tight embrace. I smiled, with a bit of effort, at their reunion before looking around and taking in my surroundings. There were people scattered on the floor; some just coming to their senses, while the rest were standing in a group and bickering back and forth. In total, if I counted correctly, there were twelve of us in this strange confinement. Bright lights shone down on us making me sweat a tad bit. Wrinkling my nose in disgust, I shielded my irritated eyes with my hand and continued to look around. The room we were in had no doors or windows which was incredibly odd and nerve-wracking. The metal walls of the room looked thick and reflected our disheveled forms. The floors were metal as well but dirtied to a degree where everywhere you looked you saw at least a couple of questionable stains. To say that I wasn't scared right now would be a complete lie.
'Where the hell are we?!'
"Y/N?" Looking up at my two companions, I hummed in acknowledgment and shakily stood on my feet. Swaying a bit, I felt my dizziness slowly but surely dissolve into numbness.
"Are you okay?" Angie asked with a worried look. I snorted humorlessly at the question but answered none the less.
"Besides a killer headache and being kidnapped, yes, I'm doing fabulous." Angie pouted while Emily snickered at my remark before aiding my unbalanced form. Thanking them briefly, I was able to stand without feeling like falling back down.

"Angie, are you okay? You have bruises everywhere." I commented while casting a worried gaze over my friend. Black and blue bruises littered her arms, legs, and neck that looked painful. She sheepishly smiled at me while rubbing the back of her head. 

"Yea, I'm okay. While trying to escape, the skeleton guy really did a number on me. I was almost unconscious until he heard you coming to the door. He just left me on the ground and I thought I could escape until.." Images of Angie being dragged back into the darkness crossed my mind as well as hers. We both looked at each other; Angie's lips clenched into a line as her eyes began to water and mine turned downwards into a frown. Emily clung to her sister's side and tried her best to hide her own scared face. 

"Y/N....what now?" Angie's scared voice whispered out. I was left clueless as to what to do now. What do you do when you don't know where you are and the room you are in has no exits?

"Hey, you three girlies over there!" A gruff voice boomed out. All three of us snapped our attention to a buff looking guy stalking our way with a slightly noticeable limp. His tan muscles flexed underneath his white T-shirt with each movement; his steel eyes trained on us in a predatory like gaze with a bit of hidden pain that flashed briefly with every step he took. His lips were pulled back into a menacing snarl and his crimson hair, which was obviously dyed, was pushed back in a messy style with a few rebellious strands laying lazily on his forehead. He was practically screaming the 'bad boy' vibe and I'm not going to lie but he was good looking.
He stood before us and holy cheesenuts was he tall. Glaring down at us, he huffed before asking,
"Do you have the invitation on you?" 
"Huh?" Angie squeaked out while staring up at him in awe. He grunted in annoyance before folding his arms across his (toned) chest before once more repeating the question.
"Oh! Do you mean-" Pulling out an envelope from the pocket of her dress, Angie held it up for him to see.
"-this?" Nodding briefly, he snatched it from her grasp and opened it; he completely ignored the glares Angie was tossing his way and scanned his eyes over the letter. The others in the room soon made their way to us, all bearing close to the same expression.
Whether it was only a twinge or more, that emotion dwelled in everyone's eyes and that was fear.
"It's the same but with only a few differences." The wanna-be-thug stated to the people now surrounding us. Looking around at the group, I made eye contact with a familiar, scowling face.