It was time for my big performance.
All the practice and the hard work was finally paying off. The outfit is perfect! The leggings are so cute and the crop top with the tie matched my jacket soooo well. I can’t help but admire myself in the mirror. A flick of my wand and my top hat comes to rest on my red curls. Oh, how I wish this hairstyle hadn’t gone out in the 50s, but I am determined not to let it die, at least not with me.
A knock at the door, “Madam Midnight, the crowd is ready for you.”
A spin around my fingers and the wand disappears. 70 years and I’d finally mastered all my tricks. Adjusting my hair one last time, I strut out the door.
The theater is packed, the lights are bright and almost blinding. Everyone cheers for me as I walk out, a few men whistle.
“Ladies and gentlemen,” I announce with a giant smile. “I have waited a long time for this, and you won’t believe the patience it took to get me here. So, I promise that tonight, I will show you what all my hard work has led to. You will see something that will leave you talking for weeks. So, without further a do, I will make a bunny appear!”
I give them a little wink and bow to the crowd, letting my hat flip down to my hand. As I stand up straight, I push against the top, popping it inside out.. The audience watches in anticipation, as I repeat it and out comes my wand with the pop. I catch it and spin around and flamboyantly point at one of the assistants behind the curtain. In a puff of smoke, he’s on stage next to me in nothing but a bow tie, boxer shorts and bunny ears. Everyone gasps as the bunny man turns a good shade of red, and as he walks away some women whistle at him, turning him even redder.
I give a slight chuckle glancing at his ass, “Now that’s a bunny. But if I only had that it’d be a very short show, aye boys?” I spin the wand in my fingers then pull off my hat to show a small rabbit sitting on top of my head.
“Oh fluffy, you were supposed to stay in.” I pretend to be mad at it, then drop it back through my hat. I once again flip it over to show nothing falls out. Then reach in again.
“Hold on, it seems Fluffy might be a little defiant now.” I reach further in till the hat is at my shoulder, before finally yanking it back out. “AH HA!” I say as a long draconic tail protrudes from my hat.
I sigh, “Sorry got ‘em mixed up,” shoving the tail back in and producing Fluffy again. Setting him down on stage, where he scampers behind the curtain.
I have the crowd wrapped around my finger as I put on my hat again. Bringing the brim down to an angle just like all the old school gangsters I used to know. I let the wand drop from my hands where it bounces from the ground to become a cane. Pointing it out into the crowd.
“Now, who’s ready for some real magic?” I say soaking in the faces of the crowd. “Two of you are here alone, even though you’d much rather be together. So as I’m not one for wasting Time.” I thump the cane twice and behind me a bed appears with a young man and slightly older girl, both in lingerie under the blanket. They both look in bewilderment as I smile back at them and thump the cane twice more. Another poof of smoke and they’re back in their seats dressed, with their lingerie in their laps.
“Oh deary, you might wanna get that girl before somebody takes her. I know I would.” I give another wink and wave to my assistant. He walks out, properly dressed pushing a tall box.
“Now I know my manager will be furious with me if I keep doing the sexy, things. So I’ll try to tone it down.” I thump the cane and my assistant has his bunny ears again. “I said try.”
I gesture to him and he opens the box, I move my cane around inside to show nothing to obstruct it. “Now let's do one of the classics that most illusionists would pull.” I gesture again and the assistant climbs into the box, his bunny ears falling off his head. I close the box. and knock on it with the cane three times.
“Now, who thinks they know what I should do next?” I say as a barrel of swords appear next to me. I pick one out as if in mock surprise. “I guess that’s the answer.” I produce a small note card and slice it to show off the sharpness.
“Observe.” I toss the sword up, then thrust it into the box. painful screams can be heard as I thrust another. Then the last three all in quick succession. I twirl the box around, letting it spin in place for a moment, before I stop it with my cane. Slowly I retrieve each sword. As they’re freed from the box they all show a bright red ichor. I open the door once again to show my assistant, unharmed. He steps out to take a bow only to have his nice clothes fall off in shreds.
“Ok, maybe I’m not trying hard enough.” I smile at him, as he grabs his clothes up.
“Hmmmm, what should my next trick be? Ah, I know. Oh, lovely assistant!” he drops his clothes in mock annoyance, “You are going to finally have your revenge.” I stomp the cane and suddenly he’s in a nice magician costume and I’m in my underwear. The box flips over onto 4 leg supports to rest it horizontally. I open it then step inside. As I lay down a saw appears in my assistant hands, instead of my cane. He places the blade and starts cutting, the sawing noise echoing through the theatre. As he finishes the first cut another bright ichor drips to the floor. I’ll admit it was slightly painful but I’ve had worse. With the second cut, he removes my neck from my shoulders, though he doesn’t realize it. I feel the box being pulled apart as a little bit more of my blood trickles onto the floor. I can sense his confusion as he opens the side of the box to see my face smiling. I cross my legs even though my waist is severed. “Any of you boys wanna whistle now?”
“This woman is crazy!”
The theater manager says, staring in bewilderment. At first she seemed good, the crowd had been gasping and awing her, but then when she teleported those two to a bed he realized that wasn’t part of the routine. Then she made swords appear when we only had the prop ones. Now she's started to cut herself up?
A security guard burst in behind him.“Sir THAT’S NOT MADAME MIDNIGHT!”
“What how?”
The real midnight runs in after him, only wearing straps with lipstick all over her body. “Stop that woman she’s crazy!”
The crowd screams in horror as they realize she actually did it. The manager sends out the security, as a poof of smoke comes over the stage. After 10 minutes of coughing and fumbling, the smoke clears and she’s nowhere to be found.
“Seems the world wasn’t ready for me,”
I sigh, tipping my hat again. “guess I’ll have to wait another 50 years or so.” I turn throwing my jacket over my shoulder and walking away. “Then, they’ll all know who Suzzie Slayheart is.”
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