Happy Birthday TheWifest!
To celebrate, here is the long awaited next section of our Adventure Under the Big Top. If you need to refresh your memory about the other steps of this Choose Your Own Adventure story, here are the first three parts of our adventure.
Run For Your Life, Adventure Under the Big Top Part IV
“No!” You scream out and step back. The spell is broken. Your head feels clearer as you turn on your heels and burst through the tent flaps into the open air. You make a run for it while the men in the tent recover from their shock. The sound of muffled yelling and chairs falling are the last thing you hear before you make a quick right turn past a row of tents. Then you make a left turn and another right in quick secession. You don’t know if you are being followed but you don’t want to stop and find out.
It would be smart to notice which direction you were going. It would be comforting if you had the presence of mind to think about where you had come in to this strange place and run that direction. But you don’t do either of these things until you are hopelessly lost in a maze of tents and equipment. There don’t seem to be any exits into the real world.
You are completely out of breath. You stop and double over holding the stitch in your side.
“Where am I?” You think. “How am I going to get out of here? Everything looks exactly the same.”
“How could you be this stupid?” You scold yourself out loud.
“I beg your pardon?” A women’s voice calls out indignantly from behind you.
“Oh, I’m sorry.” You say as you whirl around to face a gypsy woman in long flowing clothes and a shawl draped over her head exiting her tent. “I wasn’t talking to you, ma’am.”
“If you wasn’t talking to me, then who was you talking to?” She looked around at the open air under eyelids as heavy as her accent as if expecting to see something.
“I was just talking to myself. I didn’t think anyone was around to hear me.”
“Are you sure there is no one else out here?” She took a step out of her tent and dreamily looked to the right and to the left. “Not everyone can you see, you know.”
“No. It’s really just me. I was just talking to myself.”
“This woman is a piece of work,” You think to yourself.
“I don’t suppose you know how to get back out into the fairway, do you?” You have very little hope the she knows much of anything, but no one else is around and she isn’t carrying a knife that you can tell.
“Come closer, you. To tell you the path to take, I’ll need a closer look at you.” She holds out her hand to request your palm.
“I don’t need my palm read. I just need to know how to get back to my friends, back to the fairway.” You tell her.
“Come, come,” She says to you and takes a few steps toward you – her arm outstretched. “You will never see the direction to travel while you running. You must stop to see where you is and where you is to go.”
“What can it hurt? Here.” You hold out your hand.
The gypsy lays your hand in the palm of her left hand. Her right hand closes around your wrist.
“Ouch! That hurts.” She has a steel grip on your wrist and it hurts. You try to wiggle your way free, but she only tightens her hold. She begins to smile and then to laugh – a wild laugh.
Suddenly you feel a strong arm around your neck choking you. You gab at the arm with your free hand, but you are no match for its strength. The gypsy woman reaches out to grad that hand too and catches it in an unbreakable clasp.
You see a white cloth coming toward your face. You feel the cloth press against your mouth and nose. You smell an unfamiliar odor. You struggle against the strong arm to shake your head free of the cloth. You pull on your trapped hands to no avail. Things grow foggy until your eyes close. You are unconscious.
Stay tuned for the next installment. Tell me what you think should happen in the comment section. It's not a vote though. There is not a choice between two things; you've been overpowered so you'll have to take what comes. If this were actually a Choose Your Own Adventure book, this would be a page that ended not with a choice but instructions to turn to a certain page.