Freak Show

Prologue.

It all began when Callum was 12 years old when his father had taken him to the circus, he had fallen in love with the shows they had, he felt at home there in fact, classmates had believed he belonged in the circus. But, at the end of the day all of the happiness he felt at the circus left once he realized his father had left him there with a note telling him how he was different, too different to be his son. The male was of course different, his eyes a piercing blue colour, but his right eye was a dark shade of black, so dark you wouldn't even see his pupil. He was tall for his age, he seemed like he has never seen sun either, his skin was so pale he could blend in with snow, his lips always bloody from him biting on them, his hair a dark shade of brown which had curls, if he cut it too short, it would poof up.

The kids in his class always called him a freak, especially since October 31st, 1982 when he dressed up as a ringleader from the circus for the annual Halloween Dance at their school Brookeland Elementary. He was 13 this old by this time, months after his father had left, it was the last year he was going to be at the school, it was a celebration for all of the kids who went to the school, even kids who went to different were allowed to go only if they were invited by a friend or staff member.

The entire dance everyone gave him a look that just made him feel like a freak, they never had to say the words to him, he knew exactly what they meant. He was a freak, he couldn't look the way other people looked. He hated normal activities the other kids did, all he wanted to do was play outside by the playground, messing with the wood chips to build himself different places for his circus.

At the age of 16 was when his thoughts were clouded by those of wanting to kill, it was all he could think about, all he wanted to do. What is wrong with me? He would ask that everyday, each second he could. Callum was beginning to remember all the cruel things people told him he was, they were all true. He was a freak, a psychopath apparently as well.

November 13, 1986. The male had decided to give into the temptations, he didn't want to kill anyone he knew in case it would come back to him so he dressed up for it, white collared shirt with a black corset. It was the only nice pair of clothes he had in the first place. He had followed a woman and children into their house without noticing he was following them, he smiled to himself and gripped the dagger in his hand, the dagger he got for his 16th birthday. He waited outside the house until the lights went out signaling they were sleeping.

He took that as an opening so he opened one of the windows on the first floor and climbed inside, he was mad about how happy the tiny family seemed. No one could be happy until he got his circus of freaks. When he entered the house, his first instinct was to go to the mothers room so that was what he did, he used his dagger and lunged on her.

The woman screamed, thrashing around to get him off but he didn't budge, no matter how weak he looked he could overpower anyone he wanted, his body would make him heavy during that time. His dagger slashed her throat, he watched as she choked on her own red, warm, thick blood, his smile never leaving his face next he pierced her heart, his dagger going in and out of her heart multiple times. Her bed sheets were getting covered in the red stains of her blood, the perfect white of his collared shirt being splattered with her blood. His first victim.

When he exited the room, he went to the one closest to that one, a name was plastered on the child's door. It read off the name "Timmy" in bright blue letters which only made Callum let out a scoff, he quietly opened the door and went inside looking at the boy sleeping, did he not hear the whore screaming? He rolled his eyes and hit his head with the palm of his head, the sounded different and he wanted his head cleared. He quietly walked over to the young boy and grabbed an extra pillow putting it over his face.

Timmy squirmed and tried moving the pillow, the pillow muffling his coughs, making it almost impossible for him to even touch the male that was how short the male was, how young he was that he couldn't even reach over the stupid pillow. It only made Callum let out a deep chuckle, he moved the pillow when he saw that the boy wasn't moving anymore. He heard footsteps running towards the mothers room, his immediate thought went to the little girl.