Nichole got into her costume. Wiggling her feet into the large boots and pulling on her mask, she walked to her partner and a stagehand connected the two children together. They wandered to the side of the stage where the main character was finishing his speech.
“ i dare any and all grimm to attack me.” he bragged, taking her que nicole charged onto the stage, roaring she used her hands to operate the masks mouth and snapping at the hero.
“Oh ho,” he said with a grin, “a challenger?” the ‘grimm’ roared and the audience began chanting. “Fight fight fight.” the hero nodded and pulled out his weapon, a plastic sword, coated with reflective metal to look real and sharp enough to cut through the costume. Nichole began her elaborate dance. Standing on her partners shoulders and using her hands to operate the costumes claws as her partner charged forward. The audience roared their approval as the two characters fought across the stage. At one point the hero was on his back as nicole stood over him, operating the grimms mouth, then the hero did something unscripted, he kicked the grimm in the jaw, the costume caved under the impact and the foot hit nicole's face. She stumbled backwards and fell her partner called out to her as the hero readied his sword as if nothing happened, he cut the two costume parts in half like he was supposed to do, but this time nicole was right in the middle, the sword cut through the costume, and into nicole's stomach, she screamed in pain as the plastic blade broke her skin. Suddenly she glowed green and vines crashed through the stage grabbing the hero and reaching for the audience. What was wrong with her. The audience ran screaming.
“ burn her”
Nichole wanted to scream, she wanted to say that it wasn't true, she has no idea what was happening, suddenly the vines wrapped around her, she screamed louder, eyes squeezed shut, expecting to be dragged from the ground like the others, but the vines seemed to be protecting her. Suddenly they stopped moving, nichole pushed the shredded remains of her costume out of the way and gasped, the beautiful theater, the set, the costumes, were gone, in their place was a thick jungle of vines, suddenly the door burst down. She heard voices.
“yikes , there are no survivors in here.” a voice said. Nichole tried to yell, but the vines tightened around her stomach, squeezing the air out of her. The men shut the door and moved away. The vines opened and nicole fell, she looked up and saw a sight that would stay with her the rest of her life. Her partner and the hero, hanging up about ten feet. Vines around their neck.
“Let them go,” she cried, the vines responded, unwrapping themselves from the humans bodies, they fell with a sickening thud, their eyes stared at the vine covered ceilings, unseeing. Nichole fell to her knees and wept. The vines picked her up gently and carried her to a back exit. She took the cue and ran, out of the theater, out of the town, out of mantle. She collapsed with exhaustion, but still dragged herself forward, she couldn't stop, she couldn't get caught.
She couldn't go home.