~Chapter Six~
Wil pounded his was down the hallways into the control room, anger flowing through his veins. Those idiots were doing it again! They were letting the girl go. They needed to throw an obstacle at her now, while she was completely helpless!
“You men are as dumb as a stinking walrus! What are you doing??” he yelled at them.
None of them even paid attention to his presence; they kept their gazes glued to the television screen.
Wil let out a deep growl in his chest and slapped all four of the men in the back of their heads.
“What the heck?” the short, stubby one asked.
“Stop watching the girl and throw an obstacle at her!” Wil demanded.
“Why would we want to kill such a hot body?” the short man asked, his eyes going back to the screen.
“Why you…you are a married man! All of you are! Get your frickin eyeballs off the barely clothed girl and kill her already!”
Before any of the men could respond the door swung open, revealing Gary.
He walked in glaring daggers at Wil, “I told you to let her go! If anything she’ll pass out and not wake up! She is hallucinating! If you kill her now anyways, it won’t be an entertaining death for our viewers.”
“Who’s the director here, Gary?” Wil snapped, his face going red in anger, “You have no right to tell me what to do. You have five seconds to step outside of this room before I fire your sorry…”
“Boss?” one of the men asked.
“What?” Wil groaned in annoyance.
“A boy…”
“What are you talking about?” Wil asked turning towards the screen. Sure enough there was that Logan kid, “Why is here there?”
The man shrugged, “He must have heard the girl screaming. Probably went to investigate.”
“Well get him away from her. Kill him if you have too. We can’t risk them teaming up,” Wil demanded.
“What should we throw at them?” the most quiet of them all asked.
“Don’t ask me,” Wil stated, “I don’t decide what you use. I tell you when to do it. Ask Curby he’s the creative one.”
The man nodded then picked up his cell phone, dialing Curby’s number.
“Hello? The producer asked.
“Do you have any ideas that we can use to separate Abrea and Logan?”
“Do you not pay attention?” Curby growled on the other end of the line.
“Excuse me?” the man wondered.
“When the girl was hallucinating, what was she mumbling about?”
The man closed his eyes and began to think back, “Clowns. She thought she was seeing clowns!”
“Yes and she obviously despises them with a passion. Send in the killer clowns.”
“But we don’t have any…”
“Then you and the other idiots working here put on some makeup and get down there!”
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The Danger Zone
Teen Fiction"Good," Curby grinned, nearly jumping out of his seat, "I get to think of new designs!" This was what all the demented men thought. They loved thinking of new ways to kill their contestants. To them it wasn't murder. It was just a fun game of hide a...
