Sure enough, a large group of clowns barged out of the room.
“When I find him, I will break his legs.”
“Not if I tear him apart first!”
“I can’t believe they dared to challenge Lee like this. He won’t get away!”
“Come on, let’s hunt the bastard down!”
I hurried down the hall and stepped into a nearby room, just in time to see the group march past with a myriad of tools in their hands. I closed the door as quietly as I could Soon, I heard the crashing and banging sounds from outside.
Curious, I risked a crack in the door to see what was happening. Jack was waving a mace around, wreaking havoc in the dressing room across the corridor.
His weapon landed on the dresser mirror, smashing it and the light bulbs around to pieces. He proceeded to hammer down the chair in front of the dresser, and then punched the red flannel hanging next to him.
It revealed some costumes and props, but Jack didn’t even bother opening it all the way. He swung his mace and whacked it at everything. Obviously, he didn’t intend to let me live. Perhaps it would be better for him to smash me to death The man was destruction incarnate. It didn’t take long before the entire room was trashed. He emerged back into the hallway, panting from exertion.
He took two steps forward, and then landed a powerful kick on the door of the room jut next to where I was. He had used so much force that the door slammed back against the wall, its tremors traveling over to the panel I was leaning against.
I listened as the others filed in and began to destroy the furniture in the next room.
Jack had gone mad with bloodlust. They all had.
I pressed my ear against the door, making sure that the hallway was empty. Every single clown was in the next room.
I pushed the door open as quietly as I could, and then darted into another unlocked room down the hall.
To my dismay, this room was empty I had nowhere to hide.
I couldn’t stay here. I racked my brains for a while, and then remembered the room where the children were imprisoned in. That was the place to go! I didn’t think twice and slipped out into the hallway once more.
Rufus’ POV
To ensure that I didn’t alert the clowns, I made a hushing sound as soon as I entered the room.
The kids caught a whiff of my scent and quietened down.
“Sir, why did you come here again? What are those bad people doing next door? They’re making so much noise. Are they trying to capture you?” the little girl with beautiful blue eyes asked in a curious voice.
“Yes. I’m in some trouble now, but it’s nothing to worry about. They may come inside and ask you if you’ve seen me. Just tell them that you haven’t, got it?” I said as I shut the door.
“Okay. ” The little girl vigorously nodded her head, then turned her attention back to the food I had brought them.
“Good girl,” I said in a comforting voice.
At this time, the other children next to her also began to chime in.
“None of us will tell them we’ve seen you.”
“We won’t say anything.”
They chorused in sweet but firm voices.
“Aren’t you all scared?” My spirits sank a little. They were just kids. Why did they have to endure such terrible hardships?
“We’re not afraid! You’re a good person and brought us food. We should help you.”
“Yes, we are brave. We should stand by each other and fight against the bad guys together. We shouldn’t be scared!” a kid piped up in a childish voice.
Their spirits touched me. Just as I was about to respond, a loud noise came from the next room.
It looked like the clowns would be here any second. I couldn’t linger any longer.
I quickly swept my gaze around the room. The ceiling was quite high, and maybe I could hang up there. I stepped up on the cabinet beside me, leaped into the air, and hung on the rafters of the roof.
The door was opened the very next moment, and several clowns poured into the room. They searched for me for a few minutes and banged on the cage railings with the tools in their hands.
“Hey, did you see anyone enter just now?”
“No,” the children shook their heads in unison.
“Really? If you lie, I won’t spare you,” the red-masked clown threatened, his voice dripping with malice.
After saying that, he pounded the iron cage heavily with his mace. All the iron cages rattled, and the echoes sounded terrifying in the small room.
I worriedly gazed down and noticed that although the children were quivering with fear, they still shook their heads, even as tears streamed down their faces. I was moved, and mixed emotions swelled inside me.
Obviously, the clowns didn’t believe the children. They scoured the room again but failed to find me.
“Looks like he is really not here. Let’s check out other places and catch him. We can’t let him escape,” the red-masked clown barked impatiently. He waved one hand and headed out of the room with the other clowns.
After they left, I was about to jump down when I suddenly spotted the pink-masked clown from the vent beside me. She was sneaking along the corridor holding a child in her arms.
Although I could only see the kid’s outline in the dim light, I was still easily able to recognize him. Arron was swinging his hands in her arms. He was obviously trying to get away from her, but she managed to subdue every attempt of his.
I frowned, sensing that something was wrong. The other clowns were hunting me, so why was she alone? Why was she behaving so cautiously, as if she didn’t want to be seen?
I was planning to go and look for him, but now it seemed that I didn’t need to.
I quickly exited the room and chased after her.
Rufus’ POV
I had never eavesdropped before, but at this moment, I felt such a strong urge that I couldn’t ignore it. It prompted me to listen in on the pink-masked she-wolf.
I didn’t require much effort to get close to the room where the she-wolf and the boy were. I found a cracked open window and cautiously lowered my head to observe what was happening inside.
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