Fan Fiction: Circus Monster

Circus

"Doll? Doll?" she whimpered in despair as she fumbled around in the darkness to feel the familiar warmth of her mentor. She couldn't sense her mentor anywhere. Where is she? Why is she not here? The show has started. She could hear it all too clearly, the awfully cheery voice of the cruel ringmaster and the thunderous roar of the crowd. She knew that her mentor's act is next. So where is she?

Clock...clock...clock...

The sound of footsteps. Heavy footsteps. That cannot be Doll. She whirled around to face the new comer. The footsteps sounded like they belonged to a man or someone big and buff.

"Get out! Your act is next!" A deep, rough voice commanded. A man, she confirmed, definitely a man.

She stood up and tried to walk towards him, only to trip on the chains binding her.

"Tsk...stupid monster! Can't you understand English? Hury up and get going!" He shouted impatiently.

"Where is Doll?" She demanded. She knew all too well the consequences of talking back, but she did not care. She just wanted to hear Doll's voice again, to feel her gentle touch again. For the umpteenth time, she wished she could see. She wanted to see Doll's beautiful face, wanted to see her kind smile. But she knew she could never do that. She lost the ability to do that when she was much younger. The ringmaster had called her 'insolent' for asking him something. She had paid a terrible price for it. She could still remember the agony she felt as he poured the piping hot acid drip by drip into her eyes while she was bounded onto the table by metal chains. No matter how much she screamed or begged for mercy, he merely laughed and continued with the torture. She could still remember it vividly, the vile bottle of acid, the cruel smile on his face.....for they were the last things she saw.

"Don't you dare mention that filthy name!" He shouted in anger as he brandished a whip.

Her ears picked up the sound of something slicing through the air. She knew it all too well. It was coming. She was going to get beaten. She felt the object come down on her, felt the familiar pain on her shoulder. What filthy name? Doll isn't filthy! How dare he? How dare he? How dare he?

"Looks like you are close with that bitch. Just forget about her. She's probably in hell now...exactly where she belong," he chuckled as he continued whipping her. Hell.... what was that? She didn't know. But it sounded like a nasty place.

"Where is she?!!" She screamed.

"Looks like you really don't understand English. She died! Understand? Want me to tell you how she died?" He smirked before continuing to lash at her. "Her two precious freaks ate her! Just like that! Chomp!" He laughed.

Two precious freaks? Did he mean Tom and Tham? No....no...no....that is impossible. Doll called them her precious friends. She remembered running her fingers through their furry body. They were just like her: deformed,abnormal, weird. Two heads comnected to one body. Tigers, Doll called them. Their mother passed away shortly after giving birth to them. Doll took them under her wing since then, performing with them in her subsequent acts as a beast tamer. What happened? Why was she eaten? Why would her precious friends eat her? He lies! He lies!

"You lie!" She shouted subconsciously before slapping her hands against her mouth. Shocked at herself, she tilted her face upwards. She knew better than to talk back but she couldn't help it.

An uncanny silence descended upon the room and the beating stopped. She sensed something strange. Anger? Not quite. What was it?

"I lie...you say?" He asked, finally breaking the silence. "I never lie, dear. When I say you are a monster, I ain't lying right? You who have legs of a goat and a horn of a rhino sticking out of your forehead. You are a freak, a monster bounded by metal chains. If not for you voice, we would have found no value in you except for killing you and putting corpse on display. See? I'm not lying right? Though I guess the weirdest and scariest monsters of them all is your precious Doll."