Chapter 8 (Madhouse Funhouse) Main StreetChapter 8 (Madhouse Funhouse) by Geli-K
June 12, 2014
The yellow cab pulls up to the curb and I scramble inside hurriedly.
“Can you get me to FunTime amusement park as quickly as you can?” I blurt.
“You late for something?” asks the cabbie, raising an eyebrow at me in the rear-view mirror.
“I have forty-five minutes.”
He looks over his shoulder at me. “It might be a squeeze in this traffic, Miss, but I’ll see what I can do.”
“It’s an emergency.”
“At the theme park?”
I bite my tongue. “It’s… complicated.”
Chapter 7 (Madhouse Funhouse) FunTime Amusement ParkChapter 7 (Madhouse Funhouse) by Geli-K
June 12, 2014
I must say, I am rather glad that I have kept my strength up; otherwise I would not be able to drag around these unconscious people and other things.
The Funhouse is starting to take the shape I want it to. I have disfigured the front entrance in a way that is delightfully horrifying. I loathe that ugly clown… it was enjoyable to dig a knife into it and splash red paint across the cardboard smile.
Aside from that, I have spent a very happy hour or so playing with my victims. They are beaten, bruised and cut more deeply by my sharp words than by the knives and mallets and ropes and chains I have used on them. Allie refuses to scream or cry, though. She keeps staring at me with dark eyes and a twisted mouth. Her twin brother was
Chapter 6 (Madhouse Funhouse) Main StreetChapter 6 (Madhouse Funhouse) by Geli-K
June 12, 2014
Ugh. I’ve just spent a good chunk of time at the library—exams coming up, you know? I’m not looking forward to them. Exams are awful.
I’m so tired. I want to go home. I want to go home, eat pizza, watch TV and sink into a hot bubble-bath all at once. That would be the best end to today.
But one of the wheels on my skates is coming loose, so I have to get it fixed. I wish I could do it later, but I can’t. I have roller derby practice tomorrow. When I got to the skate shop, I switched out my blades for yellow converse runners that have enough room for me to wiggle my toes in.
“What name should I put it under?” asks the clerk.
“Kiss. Charlie Kis
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