Carnival Of Terrors

Chapter Eight

***Ring Master's Point Of View***

What a baby that guy is! But hey, whad'dya do when you find yourself making slaves out of anyone you find? He's a softie, it was a mistake to bring him here. But he's great for shock value to be completely honest with you. But at least if he flaked out I had Misha. Good 'ol Misha and his blood spouting body parts and his black eyes and his matted hair and...he's actually pretty disgusting.

And to make things worse he was a contortionist, lots of 360 degree headspinning in that kid. At least I knew he'd get the job done if I needed. Just as I was about to grab my cane and check on the other freaks, my wife, Karena, paid me one of her angry, Brooklyn New York visits.

"Hey, what the hell is this about some girl alive in our park!?" She shouted. Ugh, she's got that Brooklyn accent. So annoying, always loud and obnoxious. "Are you gonna handle this? Or do I have to slaughter the bitch myself!?" "I've for this under control!" I shouted, "I have Drake under the death threat over it, and Misha is always close by!" I heard Misha give a gutteral groan and then the sound of a hundred bones cracking. Gross.

Karena continued to glare and yell, she truly was an angry girl. That's why I married her. "You had better get her slaughtered. Or else I'll do it. And you don't wanna know what I'll do to her!" "Get off my back woman!" I slapped her across the face. She slapped me back. Ah, just like when we were young.

"I'll make sure she's dead babe, or I'm not the ring master of this circus!"

"You had better! You dumb slob."

I laughed before kissing her quickly, walking out of my office. The air was cold, but I loved it. As I walked, I saw Drake and the girl. I thought to myself "Good, he's definitely gonna kill her!" But upon closer inspection, my smile faded. He wasn't mangling her, he had her in his lap. His fucking lap. And he was holding her, like he cared about her. I watched him embracing her while she laid in his arms like a child.

He was caring for her, nurturing her, loving her. I didn't even treat my wife that way, let alone would I treat an outsider that way! I was infuriated at this sight, and quickly went back to my office, where my wife was tossing chicken bones to Misha. "Karena, give me the keys to the cage!" I shouted, slamming my hand on the desk, "Looks like we need Misha after all! Drake has let me down and now I need to pull out the big guns!" Karena grinned and tossed me the keys, I caught them and unlocked the cage door. Misha ran out, hissing and gurgling, blood pooling from his scars, disgusting. "Go after the girl!" I yelled. Misha imediately tackled my wife. "Not that girl, the other one!!" Misha nodded and ran outside on all fours. This is going to be gory.

***Jen's Point Of View***

Drake had left nearly and hour ago to get me some clean clothes. But I guess its hard to find 'clean' clothes in this place. I sighed quietly, using the time to reload my gun, I was going to need it after all. Just as I finished, I heard a gurglimg, hissing sound. It was like a baby duck that had never learned to swim from it's mother. I turned to face the noise and saw a man running toward me at breakneck speed. I

quickly got up and moved out of the way quick enough for him to pass me from the momentum, and ram his head into a truck full of popped balloons. He let out a grunt and I scrambled to grab my gun. He must've heard me, because he ran toward me again. I shot at him but it didn't do a thing. He still moved quickly. I grabbed a price of wood from a crumbling shed and swung it at him. I heard his neck snap but he just moved it right back, his glassy black eyes full of anger.

He tackled me suddenly, I used the wooden bored to push his body upward away from me. But he was to strong to push off. I felt hot blood leak onto my face, I screamed. I was able to push him off after a while and shot at him again. Still nothing. He just wouldn't die, he hissed at me and moved in the strangest way possible on all four, his legs stretching and moving into strange positions along with his arms.

I back away, dropping my gun in shock, I screamed for help, trying not to sob again. Just as I thought I was done for, something hit the creature from behind. I looked up and saw that it was Drake, weilding an old metal bar. He knocked the man to the ground and kicked his head multiple times before the man ran off. "Are you okay!?" He asked, approaching me, a terrified look in his dead black eyes. "I'm fine." I replied, wiping the blood from my face, "Ugh, why is it brown?"

"Its petrified. No oxygen is in it, forcing it to change in tone and shade." I nodded as indication that I understood. "Did you find me some clean clothes?" I asked. "Oh, yeah I did." He pulled a red shirt with a picture of an Indian circus elephant on it from his apron pocket, "I didn't know what size to get so I just got a large, it'll probably be a bit roomy on you." I smiled and took shirt, taking off my filthy one. I saw Drake blush at the sigh of my freckled skin in my neon green sports bra. I put on the shirt he had given me and gave him a kiss the cheek. "Thank you~" I cooed, "It's big but it'll work to keep me covered. And I love Elephants~!"

"I'm glad that you like it..."