[ When Amy hears growling, she thinks of dogs. She can handle dogs. The dust storm obscures the sight of the hellhounds for a good long while and during that time she feels confident. What leggy blonde girl with track and field experience is afraid of a dog? She can outrun a couple of those things. Then she sees them. They’re friggin’ huge.
That’s when she starts to run and run fast. She can see the quickly departing trailers getting smaller as they speed away, but a man stands on the edge of one waving her closer, encouraging her to keep running. Her legs have never moved so fast.
And then it leaps. One, singular hellhound leaps and lands its front paws on her shoulders, digging its claws into her. She shouts and hits the ground as it tears into her clothes. It’s going to take a miracle to get out of this one alive. ]
[ Come One, Come Two, Come All ]
[ The new dress she sports hides the spots where the hellhound’s claws got her and makeup hides her bruises. Amy spends most of the night strapped to a wheel as the Knife Thrower’s Assistant. It’s not much of a job. Her main task is to pray that the knife thrower doesn’t miss his mark.
By the end of the night, she’s tired from holding her breath and slightly dizzy from being spun. Amy is unstrapped from the wheel and stumbles like a drunk through the darkened carnival grounds. When she hears footsteps nearby, she pauses and looks over her shoulder. There’s something creepy about walking around here by herself. ]
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Amy Peterson | Fright Night | Knife Thrower's Assistant
Date: 2019-09-13 04:08 am (UTC)[ When Amy hears growling, she thinks of dogs. She can handle dogs. The dust storm obscures the sight of the hellhounds for a good long while and during that time she feels confident. What leggy blonde girl with track and field experience is afraid of a dog? She can outrun a couple of those things. Then she sees them. They’re friggin’ huge.
That’s when she starts to run and run fast. She can see the quickly departing trailers getting smaller as they speed away, but a man stands on the edge of one waving her closer, encouraging her to keep running. Her legs have never moved so fast.
And then it leaps. One, singular hellhound leaps and lands its front paws on her shoulders, digging its claws into her. She shouts and hits the ground as it tears into her clothes. It’s going to take a miracle to get out of this one alive. ]
[ Come One, Come Two, Come All ]
[ The new dress she sports hides the spots where the hellhound’s claws got her and makeup hides her bruises. Amy spends most of the night strapped to a wheel as the Knife Thrower’s Assistant. It’s not much of a job. Her main task is to pray that the knife thrower doesn’t miss his mark.
By the end of the night, she’s tired from holding her breath and slightly dizzy from being spun. Amy is unstrapped from the wheel and stumbles like a drunk through the darkened carnival grounds. When she hears footsteps nearby, she pauses and looks over her shoulder. There’s something creepy about walking around here by herself. ]
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