The Strange Peculiar Bizarre Town The Magician Arc Part Four
Magician's Game
Melinda spent her time with Dante' alone as he let her collect her
thoughts and had given her the best bed in the house and had attended
to his wound on her neck very well. She covered her neck in concern
but Dante' let out a chuckle.
“Don't worry I will only give a converting bite unless the person
wants it.” she was told.
“And what about those that didn't want to be-”
“Then the converting bite will hurt more.” he said. “Now, go
and get some sleep. We have a lot to go over tomorrow..”
This led her to her sleeping in his room. She berried herself in the
covers and just cried herself to sleep. She felt a hand on her head.
Dante' then shushed her to sleep. This made her wonder how he knew
how to do that. Was he a father or did he raise someone else's child?
She then drifted off to sleep. She soon woke early that morning she
got out of her bed. No that wasn't her bed, it was Dante's. She did
the very thing that her sister had told her not to do, she was in his
debt.
She walked out and sat at the top of the stairs She looked down and
let herself think. She was going to have to play that game. She would
have to get her sister back, after all it was her job to look
after her, which, she knew that she could not do as the prisoner of
the magician. Nor could she know whether or not she would win, and if
she lost then there was no chance that she would get her back. Even
after that, if her sister still did not have her freedom then that
would also mean that her winning would hardly matter.
Then another voice rose from somewhere in her heart. No, she would
win, and this would mean that she would get whatever reward she
wanted. This would include the freedom of her sister. However she
then remembered that her sister was not the only one that didn't have
their freedom. Everyone in the town was under Mohan's thumb.
So, she concluded,
if I am to win Jaden's freedom, then I might as well win theirs too!
This was the promise that she had
written on her heart. With this, she knew that she would need a heads
up on what to expect from him. Fortunately this was already hers,
after all if everyone has
played the game then this would mean that Dante' has too, and if he
has played it then he should know what to expect.
“No, I am dearly sorry but I can't.” he replied after she asked
him. At breakfast, which was a cereal that she knew that they didn't
have in America.
“Why not?” she snapped.
“Because that has been forbidden, in fact if I should tell you then
he will make me commit suicide tonight.” he explained.
She looked down.
Not if I win.
“Not even a hint?”
“No.”
“What about advice?”
His eyes narrowed as the gears in his head started to turn.
“Why?”
She smiled.
“Because if I win...No, it's best
not to tell, after all he
would be watching, am I right.” she said as she smiled and she
found herself rubbing the plaster over her wounds.
“No, but tell me do they hurt?” he asked.
“No!” she lied. “It's just I usually do that when I'm
thinking.”
He sighed and nodded.
“And would he have any objections on me arriving earlier than he
wants me to come?”
His eyes narrowed, but his eyes narrowed and a smile spread across
his lips.
“No, I shall have none what so ever, now do not pry further abut
asking for help of any kind, and I don't like that look in your eye
and I do find you wanting to come earlier disturbing.” said Mohan
through Dante'.
“Alright then, see you after I have had my breakfast, and I'll be
having my lunch in my own home thank you very much!” she retorted.
He smiled.
“Confident. Just like your sister, however, I would hardly be so
sure of that.”
“You're confident too. See you later.” she said as she finished.
Dante' went back to normal.
“What just happened?”
“Mohan controlled you for the last time.” she said. “Now, I
need to go. I did tell him that I'd be back home by lunch,” she
said. “And thank you. You know, you're not so bad are you?”
He looked at her and let out a laugh.
“You have no idea.”
She smiled as she walked out of his house and she made her way back
to the carnival and entered the tent.
“You ready or what?” she shouted as she walked to the centre and
saw that there was none there.
She wondered if this had been a mistake, or was she biting more that
she could chew? But she told those thoughts that that didn't matter,
after all she could not back out now, not even if she wanted to. Now
that there was more than her or her sister at stake. No, she would
face whatever Mohan had to offer her here regardless of whether she
was ready or not.
“You took your time.” he said as green smoke arose in front of
her.
“Long walk.” she said. “And really green smoke?”
He smiled.
“Tell me, are you sure? We could-”
“No, and I'm telling you right here and now, if I win then you free
everyone.” she said.
His eyebrow raised.
“Wow! Your mother ans sister told
me the exact same thing. Although not your father, no he
wanted to become my apprentice. Interestingly enough.” he admitted.
“So, let's play.”
“Alright, now tell me, do you wish to hear my story first?”
“Not really.”
“Then tough. After all, this will be integral to the history to the
game that you are about to play.”
“Fine.” she growled.
“Well, I shall first start by saying that I was born may the
eleventh sixteen sixty five-”
“Wait you're three hundred and fifty, that's hardly believable.”
“Believe it or not the truth is the truth. Needless to say that I
survived the plague.”
“Congratulations.” she commented sarcastically.
“Thank you. Anyhow, while I was growing up I had noticed that there
was something that set me apart from everybody else, see I was hardly
interested in friendship or love not even family. In fact I despised
them, however my interests lay elsewhere. No, I loved pulling wings
and legs of bugs. I found their pain intriguing as I have always been
interested in pain. This disgusted all those around me needless to
say.
“then everything changed when that man met me. I don't remember
where he came form, but he was the only one who got me! He even
showed me different and more painful ways to pull the legs and wings
off the bugs that I caught. With his careful teaching he moved me
onto small rodents and I must admit this was the first time that I
had to work at it. Which made the moment of death just that much more
disappointing. Then we moved onto bigger animals and then when I
moved onto humans I became addicted to the pleasure I got from
torturing them.” he laughed.
Melinda felt like she should run but if she did that then she knew
that she would never get her sister back, and it was all too clear
that he was not done. However her heart beat just that much more
faster and she was getting scared and she knew that he knew it.
How could a man like him exist?
“I'm scaring you but I'm not done. In fact I know that you're of
the ones that will never understand....Although, maybe in time you
will.”
“I won't!”
“I know, but their screams are to me like a melody. You should try
and you would agree.” he laughed as his eyes fell as he relived
those days.
“Go on.” she said knowing that she was feeling her stomach churn
with nausea.
“Well, we were found out be a police man after pulling that girls
head off. By which point I thought that we were done for, but he just
told me to “Go on!” in his deep soothing voice that always calmed
me. And guess what happened after that?”
“I don't.”
“I went on and he looked and the man and smiled as he placed a hand
on her head. And get this! After I had pulled the head off she was
still screaming! He could keep her alive even after she should have
died! I asked him to teach me that trick, but he was looking into the
police man's eyes and they both collapsed and when they both woke up
he smiled and told the police man to go and he did, and what's more?
He didn't even tell anyone what we had done.
“After this I wanted to know what
he knew and I wanted
to do what he could
do! Soon I became his apprentice. Then he taught me the game and yes
it is the game that we are about to play. In fact it was him
that taught me how to lengthen my lifespan, Which is how I am alive
today.” he ended.
“Just get to the game, before I puke.” Melinda said and she could
feel the contents of her stomach threaten to exit the body the wrong
way.
“Alright. I understand, however after this game I know that I will
be able to tell you of these things in much greater detail. Even more
when Morki's done with you.” he said.
“Just what's that supposed to mean?”she asked.
“Never mind, now the game. We will be going into a world made of
imagination, and we will be subjugated to three different horrors and
who screams loses. However if none scream we think of horrors for the
other to endure. That is until one of us screams.” he said.
She felt dread spread in her like butter on toast.
“Then let's get this over with, I don't want to miss my lunch.”
she retorted. “But if I die of hunger at least I wouldn't be under
your control.”
“On the coterie I shall have your soul.”
“Well that's morbid.”
“we may get along yet.” he laughed as their eyes locked and soon
the world went black
She found herself in a room that smelt of iron and as the room
somehow lit up she saw that the walls were rusty copper. But then she
heard the buzzing of flies and soon realised that, that was not rust.
She opened her mouth as she saw on the ground the dismembered remains
of her mother and sister. She covered it knowing that she could not
allow herself to scream. She breathed rapidly as she noticed that her
hands were sticky and she looked down to see that she was covered in
the dried remains of their blood. She closed her eyes trying her best
not to scream.
She soon saw a door ahead of her she ran to it. She hesitated as she
knew that whatever lay beyond was either just as horrible if not
more. She, knowing that here was no other way, gritted her teeth and
walked into the next horror.
She was greeted with another room
covered in blood. But this time it was not dry. She saw the corpses
of her mother and sister. She then spotted another in the room with
her. By her back stature she was a girl of her age and her hair was
far too covered in blood for her to make out what colour it was. Then
she spotted that she
was the one that was painting the walls with her mother and sister's
blood. She again covered her mouth to stop herself from screaming,
this soon became hard as the girl turned around to reveal that the
one who was painting the walls was none other than herself!
However she knew that this was not her, but some evil demonic version
of her. With crazed crimson eyes with a set of fangs appearing from
her upper lip. She, subconsciously licked her teeth only to feel, to
her horror that there was an abnormally long set of canines in her
mouth too!
Then her eyes rested on another who was covering the room with her.
It was another girl but before she could see she saw another door.
She ran to it and then walked into a white room. She looked down and
spotted that there was an axe in her hand. She was looking at her
father dead in the eyes.
That's not your father. Said
a voice inside her. You must kill him! Kill the imposter!
She felt her legs walk forward, and she felt the axe rise above her
head. She tried to close her eyes but she could not. She tried to
turn her head but it was locked into place. She knew what she was
going to do, she tried to fight against her body to stop it from
forcing her to kill her father, however that too was in vain. She
knew that she was going to not only watch but also feel herself
killing her very own father and she was powerless to stop it.
But there was only one way to stop it. There was only one way to stop
all this madness, but that would also mean that she would have to
lose her freedom, and not only that, but the freedom of all those
that Mohan has under his control.
But was she really going to allow herself to go through all of this?
She though as she came to her father and she was about to swing the
head down, when she heard a scream and her eyes opened. She looked
all over her and to her relief she saw that she was no longer covered
in blood and she was awake.
Even-though she had won, she wept. She could no longer control
herself as she felt hollow and all she could do was weep. She felt a
gloved hand and colourful sleeved arms comfort her in a hug.
“Shhh, shh, there, there now. It's alright, you won.” Morki
whispered in her ear.
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