pt 3 to Fair on the Pier!

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Back at the Pier…

I ran. I ran so fast each thud that came from my feet hitting the ground was in rythym with my heart. Liam still hadn’t explained anything to me. It was all happening too fast.

A bead of sweat slid down my face as I sprinted through the mirror maze entrance. Would Liam really come?

I dashed through the mirror maze halls, and it all seemed so foreign. I’d been here many times before, but as the only sound that surrounded me was silence, it felt so unsettling.

I crouched down in a badly lit corner of the maze, trying to hide. Liam said he’d be here in ten minutes, but how could i count the minutes if each one felt like hours?

Another gunshot, and it shattered the mirror right beside me. They were in here. Still looking for me! looking down, a few shards got on my arms, keeping the pain to a suble sting, but the most curious thing is the bullet.

Scooping it up quietly, i saw little red feathers coming out the back end. A tranq dart!

So at least they’re not trying to kill me. And then, through the broken mirror, I saw the silhouette of Balloon Man. But instead of the friendly blue balloon he had been holding, a menacing gun replaced it.

“Look Devereux,” He spun the gun on his finger, like this was all a game. “We just want to keep you from opening a… leak more. So just come with me, and we can figure this out.”

I jumped up, trying to back up against the wall that already touched my back, holding a hand behind my back.

Balloon Man smirked. “Gotcha,” and reached for me but I was quick, pulling my hand out from behind my back I drove a mirror shard through his hand.

The smirk quickly melted into a gruesome screach, my too high for the 30 year old man to make. I pushed past him and ran into the staff only room, locking the door behind me.

I heard the other door open and ducked behind a shelf. Better catch Brown Jacket by suprise this time, instead of another close call.

Once I heard the footsteps near the shelf I jumped out and kicked him right where it hurts.

Then immediately regretted it. “Liam!”

Liam kneeled, trying to say something but only managed a squeak.

“I—Oh my goodness Liam!! I’m so sorry!” I tried to help him up but no avail.

Liam shakily stood up on his own. “No, I get it Clara. But you got a kick!” He gave me a quick hug. “I’m glad you’re safe. Now follow me.”

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ik its a short part, sorry! next part will be longer!