She Finds Herself In a Game of Death

After sliding for a good thirty seconds, I finally hit the floor….which given the angle of the slide, resulted in my face planting into floor. It was pitch black so I couldn’t see a thing. Note to self, add flashlight to utility belt. I suddenly winced as the lights came on. I found myself in a room with for doors. I tried looking around for my point of entry but I couldn’t. It was almost as if it had disappeared. I couldn’t help but wonder what was going on here. How was all of this under the theater? Did Madam Gold build it? If so, why?

My thoughts where interrupted by the giggling of the villainous magician over an intercom. “How you doing down there ponytail?” I struck my superhero pose in an effort to seem unphased. “What’s the matter Gold? Afraid to face me one on one.” She giggled again. “As a matter of fact I am. I am but a humble illusionist Red. Fighting a superheroine, even a pathetic rookie such as yourself is not high on my list of priorities.” I looked around trying to find the source of her voice. “I guess you are a chicken. So tell me, where did you dump me b****.” I could almost picture her smiling. “Oh you are are going to love this Red. You see, I’ve been at this for sometime and as I said, you are not the first costumed crime fighter to try and capture me. It’s happened so much that I’ve actually made a game out of it. I find that people love to see their heroes in peril, especially one as lovely as yourself. So I crafted this maze full of perils. Through each of the doorways is a trail that you must face. If you survive the peril then you move on to the next one. Get through three and you earn your freedom. Fail to escape and….well….you know.” I suddenly felt a pit in my stomach. “So you are telling me you….” She giggled again. “She can be taught. Not only will you be killed but it will be captured for the world to see. As we speak, hidden cameras a filming you and streaming across the world. For a small hourly fee, people will get to see the lovely Amethyst face certain peril.” She then started laughing manically. “You are sick you know that gold? How do I even know that you are going to let me if I do survive?” Again, I could see her smile. “Good point. I could just kill you now you know?” She had me. “Fine. I’ll play your game Gold.” “Wonderful. Then let the game begin. Simply pick a path and we shall get on our way.”