•Written for Cookie•
The thick fabric of the red and black tent rippled as the sun slowly set.
A crowd of hundreds wait outside the towering tent.
A young impatient boy tugs on his mothers flowing black coat.
"Mommy? The sun set. Why aren't we allowed in?."
He asks his other hand messing with his pocket."Look," she says pointing at a dissolving last bits of orange. They wait until no more orange to is in the sky.
A tall woman appears in front of the crowd with a poof of smoke.
"Welcome to the blood circus." She says with a wicked grin.
With that she disappears with the twirl of her dress.A entrance appears from the entranceless fabric. Everyone stands still until the young boy calls,
"What are we waiting for lets go!"
The crowd slowly shuffles expecting to find an arena like space, where you watch a single show. Instead the crowd is greeted with an endless amount of tents inside the one tent hours could be spent describing the smell of crimson and caramel and numbers of other amazing smells. Or the erie beautiful music with no players or speakers.
People examined the delicate signs for each tent.
Before deciding which tent to go in, the same woman appears in the courtyard.
"Hello. I am Chya, your ringmaster." She says in a way where she's not yelling and yet the audience hears her.
"I will give you a single warning," she says seriously.
"We don't give mercy to the easily frightened." She finishes a wicked smile spreading across her face. With that she disappeared the way she appeared.
A smaller crowd, of at the most 15, gathers in front of a small tent with a delicate sign that reads Illusionist, enter if you dare.
The small group walk into the tent. As soon as they sit the exit disappears.
It unnerves the audience. A woman stands in the middle where she smiles at the small curious and frightened group.
She has raven black hair delicately placed in curls atop her head. Her pale skin almost glowed it the dim light. She had large mocha eyes the sparkled with amusement. Her lips painted a bloody red. She was wearing a ombré ball gown with a sweet heart neckline changing from black to red. She was also wearing a long trench coat and a small top hat.
She slowly takes off her heavy trench coat.
Then she tosses it the back of the tent. Midair it turns to a pure black owl.
The owl swoops back and lands on her arm. The audience claps expecting the show to be over.
But the girl simply shakes her head. Her owl screeches and fly strait up and collides with the top of the tent and ash falls to the ground with no owl to be seen.
The audience gasps. Slowly the tent starts burning. Chaos breaks loose as people try to break out of the tent. No one is able to get out. They stare at the perfectly still woman. Eventually a they walk back to the seats.
When the ash disappears they are in an empty field.
The woman puts a finger to her lips.
Through the chaos someone had dropped a red lapel rose.
The illusionist stares at it and it slowly turns into a blood red cat with blank eyes.
It pounces and the red dissolves off it leaving it pure white.
The illusionist picks up the white cat it curls up finding home on her shoulder.
The illusionist gives one last smile before she spins her gown engulfing her in flames and ash. And then there back clapping in the tent with the exit and no illusionist. Terrified and mystified, the people get up to leave wondering could !it be real?
But a single white cat sits in the middle as if saying Yes we are real.
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