I initiate in a large, dark room. Muffled calls echo like sound waves under water. I smell butter and salt…popcorn? A beam of light blinds me and then the dream shifts into startling clarity. A dark, crowded room – no a tent. A huge tent. With carnival music.
Am I being fed to the lions again?
Inwardly, I shudder, then notice my wrists and ankles strapped to the large round board behind me.
What new hell is this?
Amanda Huggins steps into the ring. Twin ponytails bob above her shoulders as she beams at the shadowy crowd and then bows with a flourish. Her fire-engine red jacket, a modified coat and tails, glimmers with sequins and jewels above matching shorts and slick black boots.
“Ladeeeees and gennnnntlemennnnn!” A man’s voice drawls over the loudspeaker, “Introducing the Amaaaaazing Amaaaaandaaaa! A master of the Impalement Arts, Amanda will demonstrate her daring skill with deadly accuracy by throwing twelve razor-sharp blades at her assistant! Due to the potentially lethal nature of this act, I must ask for your complete silence.”
The blond-haired, blue-eyed cheerleader from school holds three daggers aloft and faces me.
Wake up wake up wake up!
I scream, but no one in this dream can hear me. I can’t move. I can’t beg. I can’t breathe. I can’t even close my eyes.
Amanda takes a step back and then hurls a machete at my face.
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As the credits roll, Josie can't help but think that Hunger Games II seemed a little rushed.
Opening: PLaF.....Continuation: Anon.