FRO 2012: BWA

The darkness of night and fog clouded our vision while we wandered in search of something. The area was horded with zombies. My friend made the four of us avoid them at all costs. She walked around the haunted circus while I ventured through. After being chased by their kind, she didn’t want to become the victim. Then I saw the Beast. I It was much larger in person but overall, it didn’t look that bad from a distance and we slowly made our way towards it. I conquered a few beasts before it, but none were of its caliber. But I planned to do it. It is the reason why I came in the first place.  After staring at the Beast for about forty minutes, I finally had my chance. But it was not at all what I imagined. I neared the Beast and climbed on its head, but it didn’t seem to care or notice. The silence stirred a little bit of anxiety as I remembered what it had done to the last people who attempted to conquer it.

I had no idea what to expect. It was huge. As I stared forward gazing into its eyes, I felt some confidence. My fear was masked by my excitement and while waiting, I forgot to be afraid… until we started moving. My heart jumped into gear as the Beast lunged forward and almost immediately, without wings, it began flying with me on top of it. As we soared straight up into the sky, my eyes widened and I couldn’t help but to look at the atmosphere surrounding me. I was speechless above all of the other creatures. I’m not afraid of heights. I climbed a few mountains and jumped a few cliffs, into water, of course. But nevertheless, heights don’t frighten me. And neither does speed. Dirtbikes, downhill longboarding, and snowboarding are all fast. But when I sat on the back of the Beast, I couldn’t imagine how fast we accelerated. As we slowed down, I could look down and see my doom. I clenched my teeth and braced myself for the expected fall. The Beast turned around and shot towards the ground.

Once again, just like takeoff, my head shot back from the acceleration. We spiraled and I heard many screams from others who wished to conquer the Beast with me; I couldn’t. The screams that tried to escape through my bearing teeth were instantly pulled back. I didn’t fear for my life, but the adrenaline produced a feeling that I remember so clearly: that tingle in my gut that I used to get before cliff jumping. The same tingle that I felt the first time I jumped a wake while wakeboarding. The tingle I get before diving into unknown waters and taking my chances. Before I knew it, the beast was laid to rest, at least momentarily. After those endless eight seconds, I survived the clutches of the monster.

That was an amazing day. For eighteen years of my life, I had never been on a roller coaster. That all changed on Friday before Halloween when I went to Six Flags, Fright Night. The Kingda Ka was a force that I had never faced before. I took on the Nitro and the Batman earlier that day, but they had nothing against the force of Ka.