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I pulled out my last knife, a small one that could be easily thrown. "You sure about this Tammy?" I looked her up and down and nodded finally. "You're determined to do this. Good luck. I slowly twirled the throwing knife, waiting to see if any of these clowns would try something stupid. Being as pissed off as I am, that wasn't going to take much. Sighing I began scanning the area in detail, trying to figure out how to improve Tammy's chances of surviving this sick freak's games. Noticing that the mermaids were on pulleys using ropes I grinned. If things go the way they seem to be heading I can really piss off this sick ********>

((nice, that is EXACTLY what I was planning on doing))

Mark pulled off his shirt and draped it around Tammy's shoulders. "Excellent job Tammy." He picked her up and carried her away from the pool. Reaching a section of seating that was relatively safe he set her down and slowly began squeezing the water out of her hair. "Breath slowly and deeply. It'll help warm you back up." He glanced up at Adam and Cassandra, "Come huddle around her. She's cold and we've only got each other for warmth. He slowly sheathed his knifes and took one of Tammy's hands and rubbed it between his hands.

I did as I was told and stood close to the girl named Tammy....but I didn't look at anybody. I was too busy staring at that annoying clown. The piece of wood was still in my hands, I had picked it back up before we left the tented area. I gripped it tightly, the stray splinters breaking off.

"You sick b*****d! Go to hell!" I yelled, throwing my piece of support beam at him.

"Go dig a ditch and die!"

Shaking my hands free of water and Tammy's hair I stood up slowly, hands on my knives, and looked around. The clowns were staying at a reasonable distance, though a few looked pissed off at me. I grinned insolently at them and flicked them off. Turning back to the group I looked at Cassandra, "Hey. Try and keep your cool. We need to keep our wits about us if we're going to make it out." My anger was slowly abating, clearing my head. I wanted out but the responsibility I had was more important. I began thinking about the circus, this b*****d Harold, and the sick game he was playing. A sudden thought occurred to me. "Has anyone heard anything about a circus in the news of late? And does anyone know the layout of the circus?"

((wow Reeth looks like an interesting role play))

"I think it is." I grimaced in anger. "Damn it and I'll waited out of today was to find people to hang with and possibly party with." Sighing I looked around waiting for Harold to speak. "I just hope he's not some evil demon like from "IT". That would take this day from bad to worse."

((roops. lol I've only seen the movie and that was damn creepy, a friekin' balloon of blood out of the bathroom sink))

I shook my head, the whole movie...IT was coming back. All the memories came flooding back. The nights spent laying awake, dreading the hands of sleep to take me down, the mornings when I'd wake up screaming and having my mom shake me awake.

"It might be...and if it is...whatever the next 'game' is. I want to take it." I stated, this psycho clown was going down whether he liked it or not.

I turned around, my eyes moved away from the clown's to Mark's.

"And I've got all of yours...I'm sure we'll get out of this unscathed....I'm just positive." I smiled, hearing myself how totally fake that sounded to even me. I really needed to get my acting skills up to par.

I shuddered, the feeling of being watched was overwhelming and I was dreading every second I was spending here. The clown was a freak, his minions were crazy crack-heads and everyone was a little uptight about the whole situation...including her.

"God I hate this place...." I muttered beneath my breath.