Puppet wakes up with a a start to say the least. Tears streaming down her face. I'm about to call to her but I can't because I'll start crying so I just stare at her alarmed. I can tell she yells my name but it's sounds like she's underwater. Then she notices the guy and grabs his shirt and starts yelling. After a moment I can hear again only to hear Chaya say coldly,
"We need to have a meeting."
"Do you know what's going on here!?" Puppet yells quizzically.
"Only a little bit." She says sheepishly.
"Why don't you fucking tell us!" I yell at her coming out of my ball.
You know what's happening Damian.
"As you know a few hooded figures came to each tent," she says. Everyone nods.
Only one came to your tent.
"Well, their basically the anti-magic group. They want to stop the circus from well, going anywhere," She says way to fast "And something went horribly wrong with all your show..."
"That's understatement." Puppet mumbles. I almost say something about my arm but I decided against it. I see the sparkle of tears in her eyes and her face redden but Chaya continues.
"Yeah basically they want us dead." Chaya finnishes.
"Wonderful," I sigh.
"Magic?" The boy who carried Puppet says looking a little green. "Like in fairytails?"
"Yes, well no. I don't know how to describe it." Chaya says being as helpful as ever.
"So your like witches-" Big mistake dude. Within seconds Puppets on top of him with his shirt clenched in her hand.
"Don't you ever fucking say that word!" She said look like she was about to explode.
"Puppet!" Chaya yells pulling off Puppet.
"Get a room." I say. Well more like croak. It always hurts seeing other couples. She growls at me and flips me off.
"What's wrong with wi-" he stops as Puppet winds up her fist. "That word?" He finishes in a small voice.
"We're called heks," Puppet spits at him.
"Alright! I get it!" He says.
"Is the meeting over?" Puppet asks annoyed.
"Ye-" Chaya starts but Puppets already storming out.
"Unbelievable!" Chaya says throwing her hands up in the air. With that I disappear to my living quarters.
I am met by the overwhelming smell of vanilla and cinnamon. I look around my cluttered room. I have one wall covered in messy book shelves. In the other corner I have my bed. In the middle I have a rug with pillows and books stacked around it. I turn toward my small table with my stereo. I sit down and turn on my radio. Novicane by Fall out boy turns on. I smile as I grab a glass of red wine and take a sip. And I'm not under age drinking. I'm 158.
Your keeping secrets.
Pick a side.
Traitor.
We will burn the circus.
We will win because you lost
I take my glass and throw it on the ground. Broken glass shatters everywhere and wine stains my dress. I walk out of my tent and change my dress into a black trench coat, red sweater and black ripped skinny jeans. Also converse, I hate my show heels. I walk into Puppets tent ignoring Melanie.
"You okay Puppet?" I ask ignoring the voices in my head. That's what I do best.
"You okay Damian?" She asks back at me. I almost look at my arm but I don't.
"Uhuh, yeah fine." I say nodding off the question. "How's your shoulder?"
"Perfect! Not a scratch. Why are you asking?" She says sarcastically.
"Other one twat." I say raising my eyebrow.
"As good as it can be when a lion eats it." She says. Shaking her head. As she says that Poppy crosses the room looking depressed as ever.
"Awwww, my poor baby!" Puppet says patting for poppy to come over.
"Baby?! That thing tried to eat you!" Melanie yells.
"Thing?!? Poppys not a thing!" Puppet screams throwing a book at Melanie. Being the contortionist she avoids getting hit easily.
"Puppet, calm down." I say.
"Fine get out! Leave me alone with my thing!" She spits at us. With that Melanie leaves but I stay being stubborn. Poppy came up to Puppet with eyes heavy begging for forgiveness. She whispered something to Poppy and he lit up and climbed on her lap.
"Tea?" She says snapping me out of my voice filled trance.
"Oh sure," I stutter thinking of the broken glass and the blasting music in my room.
She pulls out the stuff and heats it with a ball of fire in her hand.
"Milk and sugar?" She asks.
"Of course." I say because my sweet tooth.
"Doesn't hurt to ask." She says handing me a cup with perfect etiquette. Stuff like that doesn't come naturally to a pirate.
"So what did the hooded fuckers do to you?" She asks. I consider showing her my arm but I don't because it's basically a mess of puss and blood and charred flesh so I go with the easy way out.
"They took away my magic." I say forming the fox on my palm again. Pain crosses my face from the movement.
"Oh, I'm so sorry Damian." She says.
"It's okay. My magic is back now." I say with a smirk. Poppy comes up holding a platter of cookies. I take one and nibble on it. "Thank you Poppy,"
After hours of talking about nothing but everything, I get up.
"It's late. I should go." I say with a goodbye and disappear to my tent where I stumble to bed and fall asleep in my trench coat.
