Seguia normal com objetos cortantes cruzando o ar, rasando o corpo feminino parcamente vestido e furando balões, até que uma das facas, longa, afiada, brilhante foge da mão do artista e acerta em cheio no peito do tratador dos animais. Após um momento de silêncio, em que o publico esperava a redenção última para uma ovação de pé, perceberam que algo corria mal. Uma mancha vermelha, espalhava-se na areia da arena, e um gelo instalou-se dentro do recinto. Ela, levara as mãos ao rosto, incrédula. Ele... Ele já se escapulira A vingança estava feita. Melhor ser fugitivo! Corno nunca! The spectators came running, froze in place, and exchanged perplexed glances. Something was happening that they couldn't comprehend. They had come to a circus show and didn't know whether what they were witnessing was part of the act or not. It happened during a juggling duo’s performance, a couple presenting themselves as clowns, putting on a disconcerting show in which at any moment something seemed about to go terribly wrong and was saved at the last minute. Hair that seemed to catch fire turned out to be a wig, falls that appeared uncontrolled ended gracefully, plates that shattered only to reveal themselves intact. Until they picked up the knives. It went on normally at first, with sharp objects flying through the air, brushing the scantily clad female body puncturing balloons, until one knife, long, sharp, and gleaming, slipped from the artist's hand and struck the animal handler squarely in the chest. After a moment of silence, when the audience expected the ultimate redemption for a
standing ovation, they realized that something had gone horribly wrong. A red stain spread across the arena, and a chill settled over the venue. She brought her hands to her face, incredulous. He... He had already slipped away. Vengeance was complete.
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