Innocent Creatures

Chapter 7 (P.O.V: Misty/Fia)

(Misty)

The friction in the room ceased to rest.

Many people stand around my glass box, marvelling at my presence. They stare at me with open eyes, showing me that pixies where rarer than I believed. A small boy tapped the glass, trying to get my attention. I smile at him, and wave, seeing his little face light up with joy. I turn, glancing around me at the havoc taking place. People were pushing each other violently out of the way, so that they could be the ones standing at the front, and it made me whimper.

"Stop!" I shout. No one around me stopped shoving to hear me speak. They could barely hear me, but I was still audible. Suddenly, I notice a small, green, weed growing from the floor, and I smile.

This will get their attention, I think.

But when I try to use my powers, my whole body hurts, and I cant seem to do anything. The black and blue of my bruises dance over my skin like paint, but they hurt like a knife has stabbed me. Then I realize: one did. I trace my fingers over my collar bone, and wince with the pain. It is agonizingly painful, so I pull my hand away, tears filling my eyes and blurring my vision. Detached from reality, I sit down onto the matters, flinching as the bruises touched the fabric. Slowly, I curl into a ball and begin to weep, silently letting my ceaseless pain out.

Sebastian... I hope he is murdered...

I clutch my face, realising that my eyes have begun to swell with the tears I am shedding. I cry more, thinking about the other man, and trying to remember his name.

David? No... Daniel?... Maybe... Derik! That's it! I want to find him, and do the same thing to him as he did to me, even tho there wouldn't be too much pleasure in doing so. But he must pay for all this inflicted pain... I don't want this to carry on, all I wanted to do was buy a nice fish for my mother, is that too much to ask for? Now I sit here, tears heavily cascading down my cheeks, with no friends but my own mind. If I stay here long enough, I fear that I will lose my sanity to the wretched people cursing outside this glass prison.

"La la la la la la la la la la..." I hum slowly, rocking backwards and forwards, with my knees clasped to my chest. "La la la la... I will find you... Look at what you have done... Alone again... La la la..."

*

P.O.V: Fia

The circus and carnival were magnificent.

"River, look!" Clive shouts excitedly, pointing to a sign reading 'Circus show'.

"Oh boy! Come on!" a little boy in front of us shouts, tugging his father's jacket.

"Let's go! I want to go Fia! Please?" Ariana jumps up and down, following the boys example, pointing to the yellow and red tent, with her dress swishing around her sides. She beams at me with puppy-dog eyes.

"I guess so" Red smiles from beside me, handing her a copper coin, "Tell the nice man that you are paying for all five of us Ariana". He taps her on the shoulder, and she runs to the man standing outside the door, giggling.

"For five people please!" She beams up at the large man, who takes the money grimly.

"Your seats 're already set up, so yo' can 'ust pick whateve' ones you want" The giant man says, pulling open the fabric of the door.

"Oh boy!" Ariana says, "Let's go!" she holds mine and Red's hands, and I see River and Clive settle down in the second row from the front. The chairs are lined on the top of step-like boxes in a circular pattern from the ring, each with a lantern hanging from a wooden on the inside of the red-carpeted staircase. They sit where there are three seats next to them, so I sit next to Clive, and Red sits on the other side of me, next to Ariana, who is now sucking her thumb. She nuzzles into Red's arm, and I smile.

"Night night..." I lean over Red, and stroke Ariana's shiny, black hair. She is just so cute. I glance over at Red, and my heart skips a beat. He is beaming right at me.

Is that just a coincidence? No it can't be...

Then Clive nudges my arm, and holds a box of peanuts out to me. "No thanks" I smile, sitting back into my chair. His ears are covered by a hood and shawl, and his marks are concealed under his trousers.

"Red?" he says with his mouth full, offering them.

"I really should not... but I guess..." he takes a large handful and hands some to Ariana, who looks very sleepy.

"Are you sure Fia? You usually love these" River leans past Clive with a look of concern on his face.

"I am sure, I am fine! Do not worry so" I smile, gripping the arms of my chair.

"Okay" River leans back, and I see his fingers inter-twine with Clive's.

"I want a candy cane!" Ariana says, pointing to one of the young men trying to sell them standing in the ring.

"Sorry Ariana, but grandma said that we can not pay a single dime that does not need to be spent" Red says, with a sympathetic look on his face.

"Oh! But Red, I want one!" She sits up straight, and clenches her tiny hands into fists.

"No, sorry honey"

"Please?"

"Absolutely not"

"Awe..." she frowns, and pouts slightly. When she slouches back into her chair, her arms are folded, and her tiny eyes are closed.

The young men, three in total, walk back through the fabric door in the ring, holding the whole of the crowds attention.

Then an young man wearing a top hat and holding a cane, steps out, who I assume it the Ringmaster. I recognise him from somewhere, but I simply can't place my finger on it.

"Hello ladies and gentlemen!" he booms "Welcome to Ressen Traveling Circus! The first two acts today are people who will astound and amaze you with their magic! Have you heard of Pixies?" I feel Red and Clive stiffen next to me as the crowd cheered. "Well... now you will see two!" The crowd roars louder, and River grips Clive's hand. The man walks out through the fabric, and almost immediately, two young girls walk out.

Pixies... Oh my...

They have the same marks as Clive, but with slight differences, and their clothes are far from modest, barley covering them. Their skin has been painted in some places, but I notice purple patches seeping through.

Bruises...

They are both dancing gracefully around the large ring, but the girl with black hair winces whenever she jumps, or touches the floor. She looks around the same age of mine, but I can not be sure. Their hair is tied back tightly so their ears can be seen clearly, so tightly in face that I can see the skin around their hair lines straining, and reddening.

Their bare feet and hands also look red at the ankle and wrists, like they had been tied up. Clive's eyes are closed, and I can see that this is torture for him.