#4 Trapped {♥}
As Lord Cirque waved a hand at me, my surroundings began to ripple and change. Soon, I was staring up at a run-down building, before someone tapped my shoulder. Looking up, a bearded man grinned down at me sheepishly, saying, "I know its old, but it was the best I could get. Shall we get going then?" He gestured to my fellow travellers, dragging their lauggages into the old mansion. I looked down and felt a lump in my throat as I found that I had two huge lauggages to manage. Struggling them with my hands, rough, big hands reached out and took one from me. I thanked the tour guide(I supposed), and we walked off with the others.Once I stepped into the mansion, and my mouth flopped open and close like a god-damned fish, gawking like an idiot. It was huuuuuge! Well duh, it's a mansion, stupid! There was a crystal lighting at the ceiling and damn! was it gorgeous. There was this manificent spiral stairway that was just.. AWESOME. Oh gosh, it made the old-looking mansion feel young again! I still remember I complained that spiral staircases made my head spin even by looking at them but now.. it totally changed my impressions of-
Then its huge front doors slammed shut behind us, making us jump in surprise, and breaking my internal babble. I looked back, and spotted Lord Cirque's horrendous face on the doors. Let's see if you are able to survive this challenge. If you can, your little friend over here survives. He giggled and lifted up Hachirou by the skin at the back of his neck, who was struggling against Lord Cirque, snapping his fangs at him. I started to shout at him, but a shrill scream made me stop short. I spun around to see a menacing dog at the flight of the stairs of the mansion, growling at a lady who had dropped her belongings in shock(seemed like she was climbing the stairs to the rooms or something), standing in front of the dog, frozen in fear. Everyone held their breath. A man standing closest to the lady leaned in and whispered something to her, barely moving his lips. Together, they slowly backed away from the dog.
Then it launched at her.
"Victoria!" He cried.
She screamed in shock as the dog knocked her down, and her scream became a gurgle of blood as the dog bit hard into her fragile neck. She struggled weakly against the dog, constantly coughing out lungful of blood, eyes wide in horror as she stared hopefully at us for aid. The same man stepped out and tried to yank the dog away, his eyes wet with tears(her husband maybe), but it snapped at him, making him stagger back, preventing anyone from getting near its prey and itself.
Everyone helplessly watch the woman choke for the last time and slump, her blonde hair drenched red with blood. Satisfied with her, the beast scans around the crowd, preparing its next victim. At once everyone takes a cautious step back. It then jumps to another. This quick-witted man quickly picked up his suitcase and whacked it hard against the incoming fangs, causing a sickening crunch. It dropped to the floor whimpering, and the man battered it with his suitcase without hesitation. The bloodied dog twitched once, then went limp, smashed.
A lady(probably a doctor) rushed to the wounded woman, gently lifting her wrist and checked her pulse. Her head snapped up, eyes a glimmer of hope, "She still has a faint pulse! Come help me!" With that I dashed to her side. She opened her lauggage and took out a band-aid kit, took out a pair of surgical gloves, and put them on. She then took out a towel and carefully pressed it againt the woman's wound.
I soon found out that the lady who tended to the wounded woman was Linda, a doctor. The wounded lady was Victoria. The guy who shouted Victoria's name was actually her husband, Anthony. The brave gentleman who literally smashed the dog to death, was Caden. The rest were Carol and Laura(mother and a seven-year-old daughter), Terri and Darren(couples), a totally cute guy(I mean seriously! Rene would totally melt), Cal, and the tour guide, Jared.
"This is bad. I've never seen anything like this." Linda's voice trembled. "What's wrong?" She looked up at me, "Victoria's skin is hot to touch, her tear glands are flowing freely, and her eyes are bloodshot. Her breathing is getting faster, almost like she's gasping for air. It seems like rabies, but it's different.." She trailed off, eyes full of confusion. Linda fumbled through the contents of her band-aid kit. "I'm going to prepare a sleeping medicine. We need it in case. If she wakes up, Victoria might not be Victoria anymore.." She then brought out a stringe, inserting it into a bottle of liquid.
A slight movement.
My head snapped to Victoria, she was stirring, producing a kind of growl as she woke. "Linda, hurry!" I squeaked. She cursed and inserted it into the unwounded part of Victoria's neck. She moans, and goes unconscious. We heaved a sigh of relief. "But it won't hold her for long. It'd buy us some time to leave her in a room, locked and far from us - all of us." She told me sternly. "We have to dump her and leave her to die?" I gasped. "Oh she won't die, she'll just turn into a monster." She said, and I cringed at the thought.
A giggle. I lifted my head to the direction of the sound, half expecting Lord Cirque to be there. There was a figure at the top of the stairs, a girl. She was grinning, the rest of her face blocked by the darkness. I could see that she was holding a stringe, wearing a baby pink gown, with a tint of red. She also has a thick jet-black hair that falls to her thigh. I didn't see her with the group, did she wander off before I saw the group? But why was she holding a stringe? I started to call out to her, to tell her it's dangerous, but Linda cut me off. "Lynee..?" I looked back, "Huh?" "Why're you zoning out?" She asked, concern filling her eyes. "Oh nothing, we better hurry though, we'll never know when she'll wake up." I tried changing the topic, and she took it, nodding. We stood up, and I glanced back.
She disappeared.
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