The Chosen One

Xiao Mei. On the edge of her seat. Wide eyed awe. The twirling acrobatic marvels. Even the roaches were weirdly cool.

Madam Widow announced, “We have selected the chosen one from the crowd… For our big finale…”

Two roaches appeared next to Xiao Mei and Nadia. They hoisted Xiao Mei up.

“Woah woah!” She said, “Wait? I’m the chosen one!”

Xiao Mei was beaming. She got to be part of the show. They gave her a costume of a sparkling butterfly and lifted her up onto a ten foot chair.

“Woah! I’m fucking flying!” She held on tight. There was no seat belt. But soon she didn’t care. Thrusting her hands up to wave at Nadia in the stands. Nadia smiled. This was so fun. Xiao Mei was a shining star.

Greg stood watching Xiao Mei. He held his gun. He had killed that last girl. He only learned later that it was Alice Moorfield, a member of the rival mafia. But this was just some kid. Innocent. No matter… Greg aimed the pistol. A silencer attached. Wearing his Iron Warthog disguise.

Nadia hit the gun out of his hand. A bullet firing into the tent making a hole.

The Iron Warthog and Nadia facing each other off. This man tried to kill Xiao Mei. Alice… I couldn’t save you.

He turned and ran. Clumsy. Dragging left foot. Nadia’s eyes widened. The way he ran. Greg?!