Twisted Circus

Chapter One

Francis McBarron- Jared Leto
Sienna Williams- Madeline Petsch

September 20th 1970

" Don't do that, you'll wake her. The Master doesn't want anyone touching her until he's seen her,"

Sienna could feel a rough, dirty stroke on her cheek and hear fuzzy voices slightly as she peeled her eyes open. They felt heavy and shut again; she blinked slowly a few times before she could actually use her vision. Her face felt very numb.

As she looked around, she appeared to be in some sort of tent. There was a filthy, faded red and white cover surrounding her. It was very tiny, and had barely anything inside, apart from two mouldy stands in the corner of the tent. The room was filled with a horrifying stench that invaded Sienna's nostrils immediately, causing her to heave through her nose.

In front of her was two men. One in which was a young man- only around 23, who'd she'd been having a disturbing conversation with about six hours ago.

He'd came to watch her final cheerleading performance at Royston High before she went of to College. He'd claimed he was a reporter; he was there to film the girls for an inspirational woman's video. Woman had just earned the right to vote in 1965, and he felt it was important that young girls were recognised- shown to be mature.

When Sienna had first seen him, she was dumbfounded: he was just too attractive for this to for anything like this to happen. The young man had crow black hair that waved on the top of his head and bright ocean-blue eyes that lit up the gym hall she'd been cheering in.

But now, his face was dirty and his mop of locks was bedraggled, sticking to the side of his ashy cheeks.

He'd changed clothing too. He no longer looked slick and expensive. He wore a sweat-filled vest and black sweat pants that looked century's old. When earlier, he'd wore all black. Black hoodie, black pants, black shoes and black gloves.

That was too cover what Sienna now saw so clearly.

Her breathing hitched and her green eyes widened when she noticed the young man had fake hands. It wasn't flesh. They was literally made of wood, and shaped in the way you'd connect palms when greeting someone. Sienna couldn't take her eyes of the two planks , and she let out a cry which she couldn't even hear herself.

Next to the puppet of a man, was the most hideous creature that Sienna had ever lay her eyes on. His swollen cheek was blown up like a balloon, and craters deepened in the crusty skin on his face. His shrivelled arm was the same at the top end until it wrinkled at the bottom. His thigh was split open and red; he was covered in bruises. He wore a white, turning black shirt and denim dungarees over the top. He was practically deformed, and the gunk that hung from the lumps on his body caused Sienna to feel queasy. She'd never seen anything more revolting. She tried to gasp, but struggled. Her throat felt like a thick and cloudy lump had formed in it. She felt as if she couldn't breathe.

Sienna didn't have the strength to keep her head up and it fell down, causing a large pain to sprawl across her neck. As her eyes were forced to look towards the ground, she felt heat coming of her wrist; she realised she was tied up and panicked, trying to shrug free, but it was useless. The burning sensation just traveled up her arm and she began screaming, agonised as the rope splintered her wrists and helped the flesh to sweetly open.

The noise she attempted to make appeared muffled, and it wasn't long before she also realised she was gagged. She felt something sharp scrape the edges of her gums painfully. She then began yelling through the gag with all her strength, wiping out the bit of energy she'd savoured. It got the boys attention though.

" She's awake," One said.

The two creatures turned to look at her, the wooden one instantly noticing her open eyes- the way she stared at his wooden arms in pure disgust. He didn't have time to dwell on it, and Sienna shot her teary eyes up as the more physically deranged one began cackling loudly.

" If The Master walks in, Francis, and she's screaming like that, he won't give her a chance before he kills her." Stated the unwashed, elephant-like man, causing Sienna to screech out more louder and piercingly into the gag, veins popping out of her forehead. His voice was even worse than his appearance. Sienna could hear the pleasure although animosity creep into it as he pictured her throat being slit.

Francis shot him a look as he stormed towards Sienna, tightening the rope around her wrists. She shrieked out in agony from this, and moved her hands back and forth, only causing her wrists to create friction against the rope and burn her. Francis kneeled down in front of her face, his hot breath brushing aggressively against the clammy skin on her cheek.

" Stop screaming, Sienna!" Francis demanded, his voice now deep and soaked in anger. " If Jonas comes in here, and you're crying like that, I'll get the blame."

Sienna didn't know what was going on. She felt her head turning light as sweat leaked from it like a broken tap. It fell down her face and hung of her jawline. No matter what he said, she couldn't stop the sobbing.

As Francis was nearly touching noses with Sienna, they heard another evil chuckle from behind, and Francis turned around with pure disapproval and irritation on his face.

" What?" Francis snapped, causing Sienna to flinch, and then whimper a little more into her gag. The deranged boy still sniggered under his breath as he shook his head.

" Oh, nothing. It's just humorous how you called The Master, Jonas," the creature said.      " That's twelve hits of The Belt if he heard you."

" Shut up, Jerome!" Francis exploded, and Sienna kicked the ground harshly with her feet in an attempt to escape, catching Francis' leg. She felt like she could feel the ropes loosening on her arms, but it was all in her mind. They continued to splinter her wrists, making her weep out in agony. It was unbearable.

Sienna jilted her head upwards, tears falling down her face and her soaking wet, strawberry blonde hair sticking to her clammy cheeks, when she heard a cough at the hole in the tent.

Both men darted their eyes when they felt the breeze touch their shoulders from the tent being opened. There stood a woman who looked to be in her thirties. She had black, short hair and chocolate brown eyes. Her skin was as white as a blank piece of paper. Sienna viewed her and shut her eyes tightly, wailing in horror some more when she noticed that the woman had hands but no arms. They were non existent, and Sienna knew for definite this lady couldn't hold her hands together; the straining would be painful. Sienna couldn't even bare the thought of it.

Freaks. They were all Freaks.

The woman shot her dark but vulnerable eyes up and down Sienna's restrained body before looking towards the arguing men.

" The Master wants to see her, now," she told them, moving her eyes back to Sienna, almost admiring her beauty still with those wide eyes, but not daring to greet her.

" Thank you, Sandra." Francis let out a breath and Sandra's face appeared saddened as she gave Francis a struggled smile. She then turned to walk away.

When she'd gone, Francis immediately rushed to Sienna's side and began untying her. A wave of relief washed over her, thinking he'd seriously let her go. When he loosened the last strand, she shot up so fast, but Francis gripped her with strength and sat her back down. He moved his mouth towards her ear and Sienna cried quietly, shutting her eyes, pretending she was elsewhere. He leaned in and whispered against her temple.

" If you dare try to run when I take you out, I won't hesitate to snap your pretty, little neck."