[WRITING] THE MAGICIAN'S CURSE PART 1/?

author=TheRexion
"A-And for my n-next trick," The Magician called out to the Audience. He pulled a bundle of cards out of his suit pocket, holding them up for the crowd to see. "I will first pull a card out of this deck!" Moving his hand over it he plucked a random card out of the stack; an Ace of Spades. He displayed it high in the air for a few moments before tossing it aside. The crowd looked bored as it fluttered to the ground. A bead of sweat rolled down his face and he swallowed hard. "Now the very card I pulled out, what was it?"

"Ace of Spaces!" Someone shouted. He sighed, at least one person still had faith in this awful performance. With his right arm, he reached behind his ear, discreetly trying to take another Ace of Spades from an extra deck hidden in his sleeve. But as he went to pull it out, the cord holding it there snapped, sending the entire plethora of cards twisting and twirling to the ground. Had he pulled it too hard? Or too fast? He'd not a clue, all he knew is that he just ruined his trick.

The crowd started booing and hissing. They came to see The Great Gewaldroo in his astounding act, but all they got was this bumbling idiot. People throw empty cups and balled up candy wrappers, half-eaten bins of popcorn and crushed flyers. The Magician took a few steps back, covering his face with his arms and shouting for them to stop.
They ignored his cries.
Eventually security had to come in and put a stop to it before it got out of hand. Gewaldroo was grateful to them, and personally shook each of their hands. Slowly he took his place back on stage and unsheathed a sword. The blade shimmered a faint blue in the stage light, and it seemed to fade in and out. This caught and held everyone's attention. They all had their eyes fixed on it.

"Now, if you don't mind, I'll need a volunteer." Three people raised their hands.
The Magician scanned through them, pretending he was deciding who to call up, even if he had already chosen someone before the show.

Gleefully he called on a young girl, in her early twenties. As she walked up the aisle, everyone stared at her. Watching her bright yellow dress sway side to side as she moved, her glistening brown hair swish, her golden high-heels clanking softly on the carpet, and her fiery crimson eyes as she gazed at the Magician, smiling. It was completely silent as she scaled up the steps gracefully and stood next to him.

He took a step forward, pressing an indent on the wooden stage. A trap door slid open a few feet behind them, and a table rose out of it. Everyone stared in amazement. Gewaldroo turned to his beautiful volunteer and said,
"My lady, may I ask your name?" She twisted a lock of her hair with two fingers.
"Kitty. My name is Luli Kitty."
The initial awe seemed to have faded as the crowd grew bored once more.

Not for long, Gewaldroo thought grinning ever so slightly. "Well then, Luli, it is such a pleasure meeting you." He said, then gestured towards the table.
"Could you please lie down on this?" Luli nodded and moved over to it; sitting at first, then pulling her legs up and lying flat.

"For my final trick, I will bring this poor soul back to life!" He raised his arms high and grinned cheerfully. One of the members of the audience stood and pointing a finger.
"She ain't dead ya moron! Who're ya tryin' ta fool?!"
Gewaldroo simply folded his arms together.
"Not yet."
The guards looked up from the audience and gazed skeptically at him for a moment, then put their hands on their guns and started towards him. This man was insane! He's going to kill someone, this isn't what Boss hired him for! The Magician had already turned around and raised the sword high in the air. Luli started to panic as thoughts filled her head. What if something went wrong? What if he really didn't know what he was doing? Maybe he was just another nutjob looking for easy money? She swallowed hard and closed her eyes tight.
The guards pulled the guns out and cocked them, aiming for Gewaldroo's head as they slowed down for a good shot. Confusion grew among the people as they wondered if this was part of the act. A smile creased The Magician's face as he thrust the blade downwards.
The men pulled their triggers.

But nothing happened, the guns didn't fire. They rushed towards the stage, but it was too late.

The sword was in her heart.


End..?