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can be single minded. Definitely one that is in the 1720’s. Within one, you can
be their special prodigy or the misfit, the whore or the stranger. But as a
young woman who had been a favorite, it was through the knowledge that I was the granddaughter of a Madame.
pretty with those Goldie-locks curls and willowy though curvy body. Everyone
liked her, but secretly she was hated. She was too perfect the people would
say. And I looked just like she did when Grandma was in her prime. So I
expected the same treatment.
had never been one for doing things out of character, for her perfect behavior
was everything to her. Though unknowingly, I tried to do everything opposite to
rebel against her. That girl, I was young and just wanted to have some fun
before she had to take care of the business that her Grandmother owned. It wasn't
a difficult business, I had been taught at a young age to know what to expect. But once I started, I would never be done. And
it was a lifelong career that I
Remember What They
The maze was congested, you
could see through it because the walls were glass, but people were littered
everywhere. Confused and scared, I stood between a young girl with pig tails
shaping her hair and a weird looking man who had a mask covering his face was
on my other side, only the mask made his right eye show. But it was too
shadowed for me to see clearly.
last thing I remembered was running away from the police and Mal... who said he
loved me, but then turned around and gave me to them? The thought was bitter. That liar! His younger brother was screaming
for him to not let them take me. At least
someone cared. The poor kid was only seven, and Mal had a bad temper. He smacked him, shushing him, he then growled
not to interfere.
They dragged me viscously; I was barely able to touch my
bare feet on the dirt road. Then I remembered why I was running. They think I killed Grandma! I started
to fight them, but it was difficult with three trained men escorting me to who
knew what. Kicking up my leg as high as I could get, which was a distance
because I was trained at a young age to be flexible, I tried to kick one of
them in the head. It was unsuccessful, which led to the third man grabbing my
legs and pressing my ankles together tightly enough to make me wince. I
screamed then, which got me a hard slap to my face several times.
up you whore!” He spit at me as I turned my face. I'm not a whore you smelly faced bastard!
never going to-” I started, then was slapped with a piece of duct tape over my
won't. You will never get a chance either. Not with your bitch Grandmother
hanging around to protect you anymore.” I scrunched up my forehead and tried to
tell him that she never protected me. If only she lived just another two years,
I would have been 21, then I could have left. Because
she never was much of a Grandmother, always telling me to do this and punishing
me when I didn't do it right, and indulging this dirty town with all its vices,
saying, “This is good for you. You need to understand that pain can be turned
around.” Oh, I never liked lessons with her. They seemed more perverted then
those that I read in the books that I was supposed to read.
closer and closer to my house, which surprised me. Wouldn't I be brought to the jail? As we came into the fenced yard
they detoured and took me to the back. Many of the community were in my back
yard, all circling a plot of dirt. I stared at it frozen. What are they going to do to me!? I thrashed around more trying to
escape, but it was fruitless. The people around me didn't make it better by
shouting harsh words and trying to throw thing at me.
a devil's servant. You and your she-witch
Grandmother!” All these and more were spat at me over and over. “She got what
she had coming! And you do too, with your wicked seducing ways!” I glared at
that one. Oh yeah, I looked down I'm in my night gown. It wasn't as bad as
some my Grandma advised ones, but it was still short for their taste which was
Priest that was sent by the state stepped up all decked out in his robes. He
raised his hand and the crowd quieted quickly. The third man let go of my feet
allowing my night gown to go down to shins.
girl with her sins of being taught the way of the pleasure house, who shall be
condemned by God. Whom God has chosen the punishment, just as he did her Grandmother,
is to be taught their lessons in the depths of hell.” A few cheers went out and
some grunts of agreement. I stared at the holy man in shock. Too shocked to
react I just stared wide eyed as he reached to tear the duct tape off my mouth.
Feeling my lips burn from the stripping of skin and hair, my eyes stared to
water. “What is your plea?” He asked me with cold eyes while I shrugged out of
the other two's hold.
I've never -” I tried to start but was out voiced by everyone yelling ‘guilty’
and other foul words. I attempted several times to finish but they wouldn't let
me be heard, so I started toward him but was held back.
won’t you listen?!” I screamed. “I was taught forceably.” I whimpered. “I
didn't want to be a paid whore...” Real tears started to stream down my face as
I shook in fear and shame.
with no declaration of innocence,” The Priest started, “Throw her into the pit
with her wicked Grandmother. I grabbed an arm of the nearest person holding
onto me and held on with dear life.
Please someone, anyone save me! I begged
called my dear?”A male voice spoke to
me through the mob of screams and cursing. “Please
help me!” I begged again. I was tossed into the hole, right on top of my grandmother,
who had been dead for almost a week. “Please!” I shouted louder. The members of
town started to bury me, shoving me back into the hole, as I tried to climb
favor you’re asking of me has some catches.” he started. I spit out dirt that had
made it into my mouth and chose to officially close my eyes to protect them.
Please just do it. I don't care what the
“Very well... It’s your life.”
He answered as if he was shrugging it off. Then everything went black. Then
back to where I am right now.
surrounded by a lot of people in the middle of a glass maze. Daring to speak I
asked the girl next to me who was dressed in a leather suit of armor and pig
tails. She seemed to be about twelve or thirteen.
where are we?” I tried to start it off but she just raised an eyebrow as she
stared at me. Turning fully to look at me, she crossed her arms.
is the 2nd chance tournament.”
tilted my head in confusion. “You know, every October 31st the god of tricks
saves thirty one people who have death impending on them. Then they have a
chance to win back their life by playing the game at random.”
game, what do you mean?” I couldn't help but to question.
I heard from a girl on the street that was dating a guy that was related to one
of the temples of the trickster servants, that the last game he played entailed
bouncing balls and that two were lucky enough to survive and get a second life.”
She looked away and then came closer to me with a gleam in her eyes that wasn't
quite sane. “So I jumped off a cliff at 11 o'clock and estimated the time
through mathematics and came up with the predated time to fall to be 11:59pm so
I could come to the game. You see, I have this problem with-” But right as she
finished, the same male voice boomed around the maze making the glass rattle.
to your possible last chance at a second life!” He sounded excited. “Now let’s
get rid of this maze for a minute.” The glass disappeared and the area was
filled with bright colors and numerous pillows. Almost like the special room Grandma
had hidden away at the back of the house. “Now have a seat andI will instruct you all about your game.”
everyone slowly found a pillow away from each other and sat down. Though a few
stood like a man, or at least I think it was an man, in knight-like armor, the
man in the face mask that was next to me before that seemed to be across the
room, and then a couple of muscled men that had plaid skirts on and no shirts.
The two almost looked alike except that their hair was different. One looked slightly younger and more relaxed
as the other was stone-faced, glaring eyes staring at everyone.
into the room like a snap and a wisp of smoke; an olive skinned man smiled and
tilted his head in greeting. Several people gasped making me jump on my red
pillow. ‘This was unnatural.’ I thought to myself. ‘Am I dreaming? Am I Dead?’ I
glanced around the room again taking in more of the people. No one looked the
same except the two men in skirts. They appeared to be from a different world
or era. That just in itself; scared me enough to keep an eye on anyone who was
close to me.
The rules of the game is to not piss me off. But otherwise it's a free for all.”
He smiled as a large throne like chair that I had seen in history books
appeared out of nowhere startling some and forcing those to make signs of evil
on a few.
saw when you first arrived, that maze will be your game. A pair of runners will
go through the maze and fight their way to the end to make it out. If you lose
and come in last on the first round, you die. The next round you will fight the
person and kill them before they reach the end. Each round will have some
differences in it until there are only two runners left. That's when things get
juicy. I'll tell you that if you live through the first couple of rounds.” The
room went up in murmurs and harsh whispers.
here I have slowed time so the fighting can last for what to you seems like
days, but really you've only been here about five minute. Don’t bother trying
to do the math, it's complicated. Now for those who die here, you will be
transferred out of the maze and given back the death you originally meant to
have. For the lucky one who wins...” he smiled and looked at everyone. “I'm not
telling you how I SAVE you.” He put
up his hand and used hand parentheses as he said save. “So eat and do whatever
you need to do now because after this treat, you’re running like mice through
my maze!” He laughed at that and waved his hand making food appear on small
tables within the room. INstinctively I grabbed a plum and ate it; I hadn't had
anything since the day before.
my face slowly, I people watched again but this time my eyes strayed to the two
men in the corner wearing the skirts. After staring at them for a little while,
I looked down and chose something different to munch on and returned my eyes to
find that the stone-faced man was staring back at me. Or was he glaring. Widening my eyes, I just kept staring back. It
was hard to keep my eyes just on his shining blue ones, when I had a tendency
to look at other parts of his face. He had a scar on his cheek that crossed
over the bridge of his nose and his lips were fuller then Mal's. Mal had thin wide lips that looked odd when he
opened his mouth. His skin was tanned like he had spent time outside most of
his life and his chin had a little stubble from forgetting to shave. I started
to look down but noticed that he tensed. He turned and spoke softly to his
friend who dressed like him and then I switched my gaze to the other man. I saw
that the younger man was smiling and grinning at me. I gave him a confused look
and turned back to search for the man who was called the trickster.
in his chair he watched others around him and talked to a few. Once he felt my
gaze on him, he turned and hooded his eyes and slyly smiled at me. It was a
smile that said ‘I know a secret’ or to be particular, he knew my secret. But what is my secret? Do I even know myself
well enough to want a second chance at life? Do I deserve a second life?
“All right now,” The god
boomed in his scaled voice.Everyone
stopped what they were doing, all eyes fixed on him. “It's time for your race!”
The room disappeared and the maze took its place. To what looked random to me,
he pointed at two men and they were carried off into two openings that led into
one out by any means wins their life!” The god crackled as his teeth were bared
in an excited smile. “Go!”
from the sidelines as two men raced in and out of a maze was uneventful. That
was, until they caught up with one another and started to fight each other. One,
finally seeing his defeat ahead of him blocked after being hit multiple times
and ran for it. This was a good thing for him because he turned the second
corner and made it out of the maze in ten minutes flat. The other man screamed
and disappeared in a red smoke.
down 29 to go.” The god smiled, then pointed to the next two people. The pig
tailed girl next to me and a large seven-foot man who looked like Goliath. She
hopped up and down like the little girl she was. At the signal, the two were
released and the girl ran toward the same direction as the previous pairs route.
for a change up!” The god yelled as he clapped his hands. The glass maze
shifted making the girl and man slid to a stop right as they were about to crash
into each other. Cursing, the man pounded on the wall as he watched the little
girl blow him a raspberry. The two ran around again but when they came close to
each other a glass wall would block the way. After about four times of this the
big man let his temper get the better of him so he took off his gloves he was
wearing to produce thick bronze knuckle weapons which he pounded at the wall in
his way. The girl eyed the man but didn't move as she waited for him to break
the wall. It took less than a minute for him to do so.
You could hear the man shrill as he aimed for the girl while glass shards littered
the air. The two played a game of chase, then she side-stepped and bolted up a
wall allowing her to balance on the thin maze wall. He pounded at the wall she
was on until she changed position and flung out her hand to swing on his
extended arm that he was hitting with. She twisted around and slammed her heel
into the man's nose. Stumbling, the man spat out blood and lunged, throwing his
whole weight at her. The only problem was, she wasn't there. He looked around
and she wasn't anywhere. Before she could even have time to think, the girl
appeared by his head and wrapped a wire around his neck. Slowly slicing his
throat and smiling as she did it. The man's head dropped to the ground and
blood sprayed the clear glass like a fountain. Gasping, I turned my head and
covered my mouth. That girl is insane!
She's sick! I told myself. And I
talked to her! I realized in disbelief.