Board Thread:Writer's Workshop/@comment-24977230-20140513133350

I am a detective, and I heard that a few jugglers of a certain circus were gone missing. Of course, they could've leaved, but there was always one other remaining. When I heard this a few days ago, I was very curious and suspicious. But today, I will inspect that circus! I got my lockpick knife just in case, my badge to show who I am and my cellphone if I needed the police's aid.

I drive to the circus' location. When I arrived, I opened the door and stepped out of my car. I was looking for the ringmaster as I walked through the grass. After a while, I see a wagon with the word "Ringmaster". I knock on the door.

"Come in!"

A voice says. I enter the wagon.

"What can I do for you, mister?"

"I'm Tom Smith, CIA. I came here to inspect something. You probably have noticed the mysterious dissapearances of any jugglers but one, right?"

"Yes, sadly. I just don't know what to do!"

"Did the other juggler murder them because he was jealous?"

"No, he was better then the rest of them, in fact!"

"Did he want to be the only one? What could be his reason, TELL ME!"

He jumped up because of that last thing.

"I just don't know! But maybe you can try to inspect his wagon."

I sighed. I knew that was going to be my plan right from the start. The ringmaster isn't going to be helpful.

"Allright, thanks."

I say as I leave the wagon. I search for the juggler's wagon, but since the ringmaster didn't tell me where it is, I'm kinda lost. Or maybe I should've asked him that. I'm so stupid. Anyway, I just knocked on the door of a random wagon I found. A clown came out.

"Yes?"

"Oh, this might be the wrong wagon. Do you know where the juggler's wagon is?"

"I do! It's the yellow one with the crimson red roof!"

"Thanks, mister clown."

I thanked him as I searched further. Finally, I found a yellow wagon with the crimson roof. I knocked on the door. It opened.

"Who is there?"

The colorfully dressed juggler said.

"I'm Tom Smith, CIA. I wish to inspect your wagon."

He said yes, and I entered it. I searched in his drawers, the closet, even under his bed! But no clue of murder whatsoever.

"Do you know about the jugglers being murdered? And maybe who did it?"

"Well, I have seen one corpse of one with his eyes cut out! A mysterious figure showed it to me. He said that the same thing happens to me if I tell it further or quit my job!"

"I see. A hardcore fan, huh?"

"Perhaps. Sorry I couldn't help ya, sir."

I leave the wagon. I don't believe his story at all. But I can recall seeing a weird hook on his floor. I want to inspect that, but not while he's there. Perhaps I should ask the ringmaster to keep him busy for a while. I go to his wagon again, and he lets me in.

"Have you found anything, detective Tom?"

"Well, I have found something that I think is useful for my research in the juggler's place. Could you keep him busy for a while?"

"Sure! I'll get him."

After some waiting, he comes back.

"He's coming soon. He just needs to get his juggling stuff together."

I nod and leave again, already walking towards the juggler's wagon. I see him coming. We dind't greet each other, though. I arrive and try the door, which is locked. With my lockpicker, I easily get myself in! I begin searching the floor for the hook, and after a little while, I find it again, under a pile of clothes! I pull as hard as I can, and it opens...

OH MY GOD! Eyeballs! He has a secret stock of fucking EYEBALLS! He's the killer! I call the police fast.

"This is detective Tom Smith. You need to come to the local circus, NOW! Look for a yellow wagon with a crimson roof!"

I say.

"We're coming, Tom!"

As I hang up, a voice says:

"Looks like Inspector Gadget here found my secret!"

I turn around, but I can already guess who it is. Yep, it's the juggler.

"You forgot to close the door, silly!"

He says while laughing maniacally, and closes the door.

"GO AWAY FROM ME, YOU FREAK!"

I scream.

"Now why would I do that? Besides, I might need another pair of eyeballs to practice my juggling with!"

He grabs a machete, and jumps at me. I dodge and get my gun.

"STAY BACK!"

I say.

He simply laughs and swipes his weapon. I suddenly feel an immense pain. Turns out he sliced my arm off really fast. He jumps at me again and then stabs me right in my heart. Everything becomes white after that...

The police enters the wagon. They see Tom's corpse with his eyes cut out. On the wall is a message by the juggler:

"I AM INVINCIBLE!"

(Author's note: I hope this is good enough, I worked really hard on this!)  