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| Everything was peaceful for the next few weeks. Then one day, I was getting some items from the store, and found the magic shop in disarray upon my return. I quietly walked towards the theater, and saw Amanda chained inside a sawing box, her father tied up against her chair, and five men in dark suits were on the stage, one of whom was her boyfriend, who held a chainsaw in his hands. Now I knew how they found out about the Selbit box. Arthur begged, �Please, I beg you, let her go. You can have the box. Just let her go. � One of the goons replied, �It is too late for that. You should have given us the box earlier. Now it is time for you to learn what happens when you disobey the mob.� Arthur begged, �This isn�t her fault. If you want revenge, kill me. Please, let her go.� The goon replied, �You would prefer that. That is why she will die, and not you. Besides that, you might be the only person who knows where it is. Just remember what will happen to another friend or relative if you disobey us again.� I needed a plan. I could not use my medical devices, because they were in my bedroom, and the entrance was behind the mobsters. I searched the cabinets for chemicals, including cleaners, magic supplies, and any other bottles I could find. I read the ingredients, and made a metal dissolving concoction, which I combined with putty. I also found some fake blood. I entered the theater, with my hands raised, saying, �That�s no way to do this illusion. You need to use some style and flair.� The guys pointed their guns at me, and I said, �I�m unarmed, and even if I had a gun, there are five of you, and one of me. I don�t want you to kill me. I have no desire to go against the mob. I was one of his assistants, and I can help you do this with style.� I held a coin in the air, and made it disappear, as I used my other hand to place the bottle of fake blood in a nearby seat. I approached the stage, as two mob goons approached, and searched me, and found no weapons. I walked on the stage, and made some dramatic gestures, and told her boyfriend to do the same. While everyone�s attention was on him, I placed some putty on the chains that were holding down her feet. I turned the box at an angle, so that no one would get a clear view of her feet. I stalled for time by giving dramatic instruction, and it worked. He seemed to enjoy this, and he liked watching the fear in her face as he dramatized her execution. I jumped off the stage, and told him that he had to have audience members examine the saw. He jumped off the stage, and did that. While he was showing the saw, I secretly picked up the bottle of fake blood. When we walked on the stage again, I saw that the putty had done it�s job. The boyfriend turned on the chainsaw, and while the attention was on him, I raised the footstocks, and removed her shoes. I tossed the bottle of fake blood inside, and let her pull her feet in, as I held her shoes in place, and lowered the stocks. The saw quickly went down, and blood began to spurt. This happened so quickly, that I wasn�t sure if the blood was real or not. Amanda screamed in pain, and finally went unconscious. After the saw went all the way through, I slightly raised the footstocks, and helped put her shoes back on her feet. I ran up to her head, feigning sadness and shock, yelling �You really killed her. I thought you were just trying to scare her grandpa. I can�t believe that you actually killed her. Just get out of here. You�ll get your box, just get out of her please!� They left, as one of them said, �You have two days to give it to us, or else another person will die.� After the goons left, I found that Amanda was unhurt and released her. Then I untied Arthur. I then went up to my bedroom to think. I knew that they would be back, and I doubted that they would leave us unharmed after they got what they wanted. I needed another plan. As I entered my bedroom, I saw a man standing there. He was wearing the uniform of a time cop, and I knew why he was here. He looked at me and said, :�It�s time to go back now.� |
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