The Purple Patch - Missouri Valley College

hiding spot, and strained our eyes to see our hunters. Two tall figures
stood in the doorway, wearing old-fashioned Victorian clothes. The
girl was in a constricting white lace corset top and long skirt. The boy
wore an ill-fitted suit.
“Hello” the girl said, waving her musket in the air, “I’ll just
start shooting!”
“We have to kill them.” I told Flit, “Lets climb onto the ceiling,
I’ll strangle the guy, you club the girl. I’m sure the producers will step
in.”
She nodded, and began to climb the rusty pipes to the ceiling.
We slowly climbed over to them, and I dropped down to grab the guy.
“What the—” he screamed, but I already had hold of him. The
glass was cutting into his skin, causing blood to drip down his neck.
I wondered how they loaded the weapons to spew fake blood. Flit was
hitting the girl who, it appeared, had already blacked out. The guy
finally faked a good death and fluttered to the ground.
“Now what” Flit whispered, “What happens now”
“They aren’t really dead,” I explained, “The producers will
come in any second.”
them.
We waited a few minutes, and when no one came I checked on
“They are cold.” I said as I felt them.
“Oh my God,” Flit cried, “We killed them!”
“No way,” I shrugged, but the look on Flit’s face was genuinely
scared.
“It is a special effect for the show. It has to be.” I put my arm
around Flit and led her out of the store, and into the open.
“We have to win, Flit. We’ll be famous if we do.” I said as
I wrapped my arm around her, walking through the dark mall. We
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