A*M*E*R*I*C*A(Cricky)

Discovery

Chris's POV:

"Alright guys let's go before that storm comes any closer! Hey make sure those trunks are secure. Ash and Dani make sure those plastic covers are fastened. Ryan give them a hand please."

My name is Chris and I am part of a freak show. At the moment we were all getting ready to move on to the next city, Seattle Washington. There was a big storm coming our way so I had to help coordinate the big move. We all had to do our part to help each other to make sure we got to our next destination safely. Our manager and ringleader, Marilyn Manson was in charge of booking venues and sorting out the money to pay each of us. If I had the choice I would do this job for free. The thrill of being in front of a large crowd cheering for us for being unique was enough payment for me. We had two shows a day. One during the day where we have our kid friendly entertainment such as our contortionist, clowns and bearded lady. But when the sun went down our night shows go down with performances by our fire breathers, and wolfman.

Besides being America's tallest male I was also in charge of collecting tickets at the door and seating people. I've been here since I was 12 where I stood at 5'10 which was way above average for kids my age. I'm 16 now and standing at 6'5. But I won't get into my sad childhood just yet.

"Hey Chris honey have you seen my extra mic stand? I thought it was with the rest of my equipment." I looked up from my clipboard to see Devin approach me with his hands on his rather lovely hips. Devin was our bearded "lady" during the day and our singer during night. Devin didn't like being identified as just one gender but rather both. So during the day he'll wear a simple dress that reached down to the floor and little make up. But when night came around he would wear sexy little outfits and outrageous make up while he sang. His voice was very soothing and feminine and I'm not ashamed to say I've been turned on by Devin's performances.

But after shows he dresses in T-shirts, dress shirts and skinny jeans. Like what he was wearing now.

"Uhhmm it might have gotten mixed with some of the other stage equipment. Don't worry if we don't find it by the time the show starts tomorrow we will get a new one for you." Devin smiled and nodded giving me a quick thanks before strutting away.

Even though I was only 16 i was one of the most mature of the group. We all had our immature sides but if I had to pick out the "adults" of the group it would have to be me, Manson, Ryan Ashley and Balz and Ryan Sitkowski.

"Okay everybody got everything packed and ready to go?" Manson came out of his trailer that was attached to the trucks. Everybody gathered around nodding their heads and making small talk. Manson clapped his hands together.

"Alright then everybody get in your trailers, drivers get in your assigned truck. This storm is gonna be a wild one and can hit at any minute so we have to move fast. Let's go!" with that we all scurried to our designated trailers. I shared a trailer with Devin ever since he started traveling with us just a couple years ago. He was 17 so he was older then me.

I had to go around the trailers and trucks double checking to make sure everybody was present and had all their equipment. Thunder rumbled in the distance and I knew the storm was coming fast so I quickly went to the very last trailer which was Ryan's. After I was done checking on him I started making my way back to my trailer when I head the screech of tires against the gravel. I turned and saw a small car speeding off leaving a big cloud of dust making me cover my eyes. When the dust settled I looked over to where the car started off and noticed a large box sitting there. What the hell? I checked my surroundings to see if anybody was around before turning my attention back to the box.

"Did...that box just move?" I muttered to myself. I must be going crazy. But just when I was about to leave I heard a low cooing sound coming from the box. Oh fuck now I know there's something in there. I kneeled down and saw the box was taped. So I tore through it and flipped open the box not ready to see what was inside. A baby. He looked like he was not even a year old. Maybe 5 months. He was wearing almost nothing, only a dirty white onesie and a thin blanket over his legs. I covered my mouth with my hands feeling tears threatening to escape from my eyes. It was a baby...

"Hey Chris come on we gotta go!" I heard a familiar voice but didn't look up to Ash, one of our contortionist, as she came up behind me. I slowly shook my head as I carefully picked up the sleeping baby from the box and stood up. Ash gasped loudly when I turned to show her the baby in my arms. I kneeled down a little just enough for her to see the child.

"What the...C-Chris? Where did..." Ash covered her red lips not being able to finish her sentences which I couldn't blame her for. I was just as shocked.

"I don't know Ashes...I-I just saw a car speed off and then I heard noises and...found this baby in that box." I pointed my head to the now empty box that sat on the gravel. Ash pulled the blanket down a little to reveal the babies little sleeping face and couldn't help but "awe".

"Aww...Chris she's adorable." she smiled. I furrowed my brow and chuckled.

"You mean HE is adorable." Ash smirked and shrugged still looking at the baby who slowly fluttered his eyes open to reveal bright blue eyes. I was in awe. His eyes were an abnormally bright blue and looked almost cat like. The pupils weren't normal circles but slits. His hair was a little longer then what a baby's should be.

"But wait, they don't have any ears." I took a closer look and saw As he was right. I ran my thumb carefully where his ears should have been. How strange.. So can they not hear?

"Hey little guy." I cooed loud enough and sure enough his attention turned towards me. Ash smiled widely.

"Wow she can hear? That's amazing. She's just like us Chris." i nodded in agreement.

"We can't just leave him. What should we do?" I gave Ash a concerned look. She smiled and ran her fingers over the baby's soft black hair.

"Let's tell Manson. He's an understanding guy maybe he'll let us keep it." I nodded and we quickly rushed to the front where Manson's trailer was and knocked. Almost immediately Manson stepped out.

"What is it you t-" he paused and saw the baby in my arms. He looked up at me and cocked an eyebrow.

"Manson sir, before you say anything no I did not steal this baby. I was double checking the trailers and saw a car speed off leaving this box behind. And that's where he was..."

My manager just stood there and sighed softly running a hand through his hair.

"And let me guess you wanna keep it?" I smiled crookidly and shrugged nodding my head.

"Me and Ash didn't wanna leave it stranded so..." Manson looked at the blue eyed baby who yawned softly.

~CLIFF HANGER MUWAHAHAHA! Hey Purdy people i really hope you guys are enjoying this story so far. I only posted the first chapter to let you guys get the idea of what's going on. There's more but I wanna know if you guys think I should publish the rest. Yes the chapters are going to be rather long but I will try my best to shorten them as best as I can. Leave your opinions in the comments below and let me know what you think!~