Writing Prompt: While in a dressing room, a threat is overheard.
Sarah stood in the back of the room behind the curtain that separated her meager changing area from her friend. The actual play wasn’t for another three weeks and they had been practicing, as per normal, far into the night. If they wanted to have the play perfect by the new year festival they would have a lot more practicing to do.
There had been all sorts of accidents that had been happening in the last week. Accidents that had been costly to much of the cast. Now it all made sense. Sarah knew why. She’d always suspected, but she hadn’t known. In a struggling theater like this one there was always talk about funding.
“You’re going to need to raise the ticket prices,” the voice said smoothly. “Our investment in your production is proving to be, costly.”
“I don’t know why!” Andrea said, her voice cracking. From fear Sarah was certain. “No one’s going to come with tickets as high as ours!”
“You’ll just have to be extra convincing,” a new voice joined in. Rougher than the first, a hint of cancerous gravel in his throat. “Agreed?”
“A-agreed,” Andrea said, her tone dipping.
“We’ll show ourselves out,” The first voice said.
There were two sets of booted foots and a creak as the old door opened and closed quietly on the two mysterious men’s exit. From behind the current Sarah could hear Andrea begin to quietly sob. There was another creak as the comparatively slim woman, Sarah corrected herself Andrea wasn’t even petite. She was waif thin. She’d been chosen for this role because she already looked like those coked out models from the 80’s. And Sarah, her understudy, had been dieting and exercising to try and get herself down to the anorexia levels that Andrea possessed naturally.
Sarah stood there for several moments. Her thoughts tumbling in her head. They were being extorted by the mob! Them! A little production studio from Reo. They were really just a bunch of students really. What money they made went into the overhead of feeding and moving them from city to city. Slowly she started to pull the curtain back. The door opened.
“Andrea! You ready?” a chipper voice called from the opening. “We’re supposed to meet the reporters in. You’re crying. You okay?”
“Nerves,” Andrea said, her voice was distorted and softer than before. The chair creaked again and two light booted feet hit the floor. “Come on, think Chad’s going to be there?”
“From channel 4?” the assistant producer laughed. “You gotta thing for blondes?”
“Maybe,” came the quiet response as the door closed.
Moving from behind the corner Sarah glanced around. What was she going to do? She had to talk to the police! They had to know someone was threatening them. Get actual protection for them!
Snatching up her purse she quickly pulled on her beat up chucks. She was halfway through lacing up her shoes when the door opened again and Andrea stood in the doorway. “Oh, what are you doing here?”
“Just grabbing my gear and heading out,” Sarah said. “Look, Andrea… I know.” Sarah looked up at her friend and frowned. Something was off with Andrea’s appearance. She’d just been crying.
“Know what?” The girl asked stepping closer to Sarah. An off kilter smile appearing on her face. “What do you know?” her voice taking on and edge.
“Everything, I’m going to the police now.” Sarah stood up, bumping into the petite woman and tumbling back. It felt like hitting a solid wall. “Ooph!”
“Careful,” Andrea said looming over the prone woman. “I wouldn’t want anything to accidentally happen to you.” She moved to kneel next to Sarah. “You have such pretty skin, Sandy.”
“It’s Sarah.”
“It doesn’t matter,” Andrea said, her voice sounding deeper. “Not where you’re going, meat.”
Sarah watched in awe as Andrea began to shift and grow more massive before her. The skin cracking and bleeding as fur began to sprout in patches along her form.
The door crashed open from Sarah’s right but her expression was locked on whatever was happening to Andrea.
“Angela!” A course voice shouted.
The creature in front of Sarah hissed and lunged forward. In the blink of an eye Sarah was dangling from the ground, a strong vice like grip around her throat and one shoulder. “Graham,” the voice said behind Sarah. What had happened to Andrea? “So nice of you to join me.” There was a bright flash and then pain through Sarah’s body and then she was falling into blackness.
“Last victim, Angela,” the course voice said. “Last victim.”