CHAPTER THREE:
"Lost Innocentz"
It was 9:34PM, night, the moon wasn't visible under such thick storm clouds, but hey, at least the rain stopped, right? The amusement park was fully functional, joyful carnival music coupled with an active roller coaster ran through wooden tracks. Hell, if you weren't under captivity, this would've been fun! Not for long...
A cute female, age 16, easily noted as Amber tripped over a crack in the cement tile, her form tumbling over into the dirty floor. She moaned weakly, eyes red-rimmed as she tears trickled down her rosy red cheeks, "Oh God! Someone help me!" Amber bolted upwards, and tried to flee her persuers, but something caught her by the hair, and she hit the ground. Hard. When she opened her eyes, four men were standing above her. Two with guns, two with knives.
Innocentz #2: "This chica es real white, holmes."
Innocentz #1: "Daddy found you, sweetie. Now it's alright, just come here and- RAPE, RAPE, RAPETTY RAPE!" Bursting into hysterical laughter upon this change of tone.
The other two remained silent, but proceeded to drop their weapons just out of the hapless girl's reach. Of course, the weapons weren't the only things they dropped. Pants, elbows, and kneecaps also fell down onto the girl- the latter two with far more force than she'd ever cared to notice. The woman simply found herself curling into a ball, and closing her eyes as she waited for death. Quickly flipped onto her back, Amber's legs were forced open- and not coincidentally at the exact same time she heard the familiar 'shink' of a blade being unsheathed.
Innocentz #4: "A'ight homes, we goin' in for surgery! Gotta cut her open and save the 'tang!"
Innocentz #3: "Urr-hooo! Urrhuurrr! Go to hospitable! Weee-oooo, weeeee- oooo!" A voice that seemed to sum up all aspects of mental retardation gone awry.
Valuable lessons were learned by all parties that day indeed. First, you learned never to drop your guard, but sadly could do nothing to save poor Amber. The Innocentz, meanwhile, had an eye-opening view of erotic brutality that day. After each took his respective term, the teen was deemed no longer fit for occupation by any of them. The blood was a lovely effect, but all that wretched stickiness around it made things less-than- habitable.
Five minutes later, Starkweather & you now saw that it was physically possible to ram a severed leg up to the kneecap into any feminine orifice that had been properly prepared. Good to know.
"... And that, my friends, is why you never trust a traitor! Ahah! Oh, and Lydia is NOT a traitor! Ha ha! Good guess, but no dice!"
"Now, let's get get to our next scene, shall we? This amusement park is being patrolled by a Satanic gang known as 'The Innocentz.' Most Hispanic, all fucked outta their heads! My favorite. Expect crucified corpses and other sacrilegious symbolism scattered around the park."
"Now, there's a bus at the opposite end of the amusement park. A key is in the ignition, but alas, there's no gas! I've hidden it in an attraction known as 'Dorothy's Adventures in Oz.' Find it. And pump the gas into the school bus."
[Click]!
Welcome to ROUND THREE. The traitor has struck and you're totally wrong again! This round will end tomorrow, mid-afternoon. So vote and escape!