The Lycan King's Fate Calling

Crystal's POV:

Rufus and I were hiding behind a wardrobe in the corner. We were surrounded by costumes with small openings between them that allowed us to peek outside.

The conjoined twins, who had just been pierced with a sword, lay barely conscious on the ground while clowns wearing a variety of masks stood around them, chatting and discussing.

"One of them still seems to have a chance. The sword hasn't hit any of his vital organs. Should we take them to the hospital?" the clown wearing the red mask, who was hosting the show just moments ago, asked as he prodded the twins' heads.

"You think doctors are morons like the audiences we have here? A real doctor would instantly figure out that they weren't born this way but are actually the result of a cruel experiment!" the blue-masked clown admonished in a contempt-filled tone.

I was shell-shocked and covered my mouth in horror. I couldn't believe that the twins were the result of cruel experimentation. This meant their bodies had been subjected to gruesome treatment to transform them to their current situation.

grim and looked equally

into them," the red-masked clown shot back irritatedly as he took off his suit jacket to reveal his bulging muscles. He looked like a ruthless brute here, unlike in front of the audience, where he was polite and

find an unlicensed doctor. Maybe they'll still have a chance," the pink-masked

vexed. "Then we have to wait until darkness falls. Too many people are milling around outside right now, and dragging them around will

he spoke, he kicked the conjoined twins, who were lying on the ground. Falling into a manic

other clowns didn't have the

to be still, while the other one

probably also knew that attempting to remove the sword would be certain

hiding spot for the clowns' next move. When the closing time for

dead anyway," a white-masked clown piped up. He seemed to be the least

mask reached out and rapped his forehead. "Can't we wish for something better? We can't let them die so