The Dead Circus

Chapter Six: Carnival of Rust

Six months since the decision and six months since they left. Six months and I'm still trapped here in the circus. I kicked and squirmed when they stuck a huge fucking needle into my backside (Sorry for swearing) and another needle in my shoulder. The needles helped me restrain my monster side and I was able to become back to my human side and I was thankful and happy for it. My hair still stayed the monster side, but my skin tone was back and so was the rest of me. I sighed and looked around outside of the circus. Drips of water falling. Splashing into puddles of mud. The sound of ghostly wind made the hairs on my skin stand up and caused the skin to shiver. My hair pointed as sharp as needles and my legs were shivering. "Hey," Ash squeaked as if he hadn't spoken since forever. The pounding of my heartbeats distanced from his talking. Ignoring his words, I sighed and walked right into the puddles of dirty water which formed into gooey mud. The grass was soaking and the tent of the circus was crippling as the water soaked it. Ash followed in my footsteps. Thumping of thunder made my heart jump. Crackling of lightning swallowed my fear. I turned to Ash. He looked into my eyes with admiration. My arms went jelly, my legs went floppy as my body ached in pain. Ash's eyes widened as if he had realized what just happened. I got struck by lightning. My head was spinning as I crashed into the watery grass. 

My mind tumbled as I tried to jolt myself awake. I heard a faint voice in the distance and was surprised to hear that it was her voice. The little french lady who I thought was my enemy and that I couldn't trust. She whispered in my ear, "Welcome to The Dead Circus." I jolted awake and stared into her greasy green eyes, messy, dirty blond hair flew over one of her eyes and she pushed it back. "Who are you?" I found myself questioning. "Remonda Lemmonde." "Nice name. You an anime character?" "Hah. You got a good sense of humor. I'm the Ringleader of the Carnival of Rust. My twin sister is over there right now, taking care of the rusty place." "Carnival of Rust?" "Hmm..." She was thinking for an answer, I could tell.

 "The Carnival of Rust was once called, 'Carnival of Happiness'. That is, until it was forgotten and rotted away in people's minds. Some remember, some don't, it used to be such a fun place. Me and my sister were the Ringleaders, her name is Chamonda Lemmonde. Might be a bit hard to pronounce. We're British and we wanted to make everyone happy, but then we came here and got stabbed by needles. We had died a monster, but you've still got hope to stop it. You can save the Carnival of Rust. We need you. We want you. We need your help. Don't stay in this hideous tent called 'Circus of Dead'. Come with us, come with me." I considered this for a moment then felt a ping of pain. My monster side had come back. "You're going to help us find the cure for what they've done to you. Come with us, save you and the world." "I don't know, I have to wait for Nate and the french lady whose name I've already forgotten." 

"Nate? The swedish bro?" She asked and I nodded. "You should forget him, he has a secret that he hasn't told you." "Fine, I shall go to your Carnival of Rust." "Then follow me." She got up and I realized that she was floating on the floor. I followed her from behind and she led me out the circus of Dead and so we walked and walked to the Carnival of Rust.

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There was a big sign that curved the pole reading, 'Carnival of Happiness' but Happiness was crossed out and replaced by, "Rust". There were tents everywhere and lots of spiderwebs. "This looks more like a town of circuses than a carnival." I pointed out. "Oh, trust me, this is a carnival. The tents were used to cover everything, but I shall take it down to show you what this place really is like." She side smirked and made my spine shiver. Off she walked to her twin while I stood to stare at the place in disgust. Chamonda looked over to me and looked shocked at my appearance. I walked over to Remonda and stood. "You are the first zombie-clown human." She told me and I widened my eyes. "I'm the first one??" "Yup, and the only one. Didn't you know?" I shook my head and she, "tsk, tsk, you should have figured it out by now." Winked.

"Melaina meet Chamonda and Chamonda meet Melaina." "Melaina." She spoke my name in admiration, "such a pretty name for a pretty... thing." She acted like a snake as if she were Taylor Swift. She had long, brown, dirty hair and a pretty face like Remonda. She looked exactly like Remonda in fact, except for the hair color difference. She turned away from me and walked towards the tents, "Remonda, lets show her the geheimer Ort." She spoke in German, "I thought you were British?" "Okay, we're German. You caught us. Now, what'cha gonna do? Tell on us?" She twinkled her eyes. "You should've just told me the truth. I am a Zombie-Clown who understands every and speaks every language." "Verdamm." Remonda spat. "Yup, damn it." I translated. "I don't regret nothing." She spoke again. "So, you regret everything?" "Damn english." She flipped her hair and spoke in full blown german accent. I walked and followed closely behind them. They both grabbed at the silky, red tent and pulled on it as if it had offened them.

'I am pretty sure that it did offend them.' I joked in my mind. They finally pulled it off when I joined to help and they gave me a thumbs up. I smiled in return and asked, "want help for the rest of the tents?" "Ja, thank you." "No problem."

(TIME PASSES)

Finally, the last tent was pulled and I saw what the true carnival looked like now. It was all grey and paint had been peeling off all of the rusty mechanics. There were old rides and one in particular caught my eye. The carousel of fun, which I remembered from my childhood memories and then I realised. "This is the carnival that I remember." I told them and they nodded, "Ja. It's why we brought you here." They told me in unison. I turned around as I heard footsteps. I saw a shadowy figure and he came into view. He had black, steel hair and was all muscly and looked like the ringmaster. "Hello, Melaina. Remember me?"