Cirque Du Freak: A Freak's Story (soon to be in editing)

Chapter 8: The Show Begins

Steve, Darren and I raced across town. We passed the grocery store, bakery, drug store, school, and the department store, neighborhoods, apartment buildings and the town park. Steve kept stopping, complaining that he was tired. Darren never stopped, he was too excited. Never did I stop. I never ran out of breath, speed, energy, nothing. It was maybe one of the many gifts of being half cat (or curse).

After about 20 minutes of speeding through town we had finally reached our destination. It was the old abandoned theatre. Steve told Darren and I that some kid fell off the balcony and died a long time ago and it's been haunted ever since! I was excited about seeing a freak show in a haunted theatre. But Darren thought other wise, he quivered and shook in fear as we stepped closer and closer to the building.

"What's wrong, Darren? You scared?" I asked Darren, tickling the back of his neck.

He jumped at the touch and squealed, "S..Scared? Me? N-No way!"

"Sure, Darren," Steve said mockingly, patting down on Darren's black hair.

"I'm not!" Darren shot back defensively.

"Ok, Darren, if you're not scared why don't you go in first." I told Darren once we reached the large wooden doors.

"F-F-First?" He asked, shaking in fear.

"Yes, first."

Darren nodded his head and stepped back a few feet. Steve and I smirked at Darren, waiting for him to go in. He ran at the door at a fast pace, knocking it open. He stumbled over and fell on his bottom. The doors were open and Steve and I walked in to join Darren.

It was dark - minus the light of the moon shining through the open doors. Suddenly the doors slammed shut, untouched. Darren yelped and shot up to his feet, falling in Steve's arms. Steve grunted and with a push shoved Darren to his feet.

I grabbed Darren and Steve's forearm and we all walked in the darkness. Nothing could be seen, we didn't know where we were going.

"It's freezing in here!" Steve exclaimed, "Why is it so blasted frigid in here? It was warm outside."

"Old places do that, they usually are really cold inside." I assured Steve.

"Guy's, I can't see a thing." I said.

"I think my eyes are getting used to the dark....ness!" Darren yelped. He had run into something, causing Steve and I to run into him. We all stumbled back. There was a sound of a match scratch against it's box and light filled the once dark room. We looked up, and there stood a tall man.

He was so tall he almost touched the ceiling! He wore a ring masters outfit; black and white stripped pants, a red button up shirt, black coat over the red shirt, and a top hat. His eyes were black as coal yet it seemed like he was staring right into our souls.

He bent down, about to our level, "Are you here for the cirque?" He asked, his voice was deep and his breath smelt horrible.

"Y-Yes! We have the tickets!" Steve announced, reaching into his back pocket and pulling out his ticket.

"Tickets?" He said, extending out his hand. Steve dropped it on the man's large hand and stepped back. The man moved his hand to me. I quickly reached into my hoodie pocket and pulled out the ticket and handed it to him.

The man then moved his hand toward Darren, "Do you have your ticket, Darren?" the man asked. Darren looked shocked, but grabbed his ticket and gave it to the tall man.

"Hey.. How do you know my name?" Darren asked the man, who turned away and began walking down a brightly lit hallway.

"I know many things. But now is not a time for my life. The show is about to begin! You children are lucky we did not go on without you." The man said.