I jogged up to the gates of the brand new attraction. All of my friends were already waiting. and Mark jogged up.
"What's up Jax? Why were you so late?" he asked as we did the "bro" handshake. I sighed.
"Traffic. Plus my parents were up late packing for their trip. They would KILL me if they found out I was going to this new freak show," I lamented. Everybody nodded in understanding, and I noticed one face that I hadn't seen before. "I haven't seen you around before," I stated as I nodded to a guy wearing a jacket with the hood up, a ski mask bound so I could only see one piercing yellow eye. He was wearing jeans like the rest of us, and his shoe size was quite large, but not freakishly large. He had a nice build, and he kept his hands in his pockets.
He coughed from behind the mask, and spoke in a scratchy voice. "Hey. I'm F-Floyd. I'm here for the freak show opening as well, and I met your friends when I walked up. Mind if I tag along?" I blinked and thought for a moment, then nodded. He seemed cool, and from what I could tell not very stupid either. We spoke for about twenty more minutes, when a voice came over a very old and rusty looking loudspeaker.
"PREPARE YOURSELVES FOR A COLLECTION OF HORRORS BEYOND YOUR WILDEST IMAGINATION!!!!"
The rusty, broken gates creaked open. I gave the big colorful circus tents rising up a weird look. "I thought this place was new. How come the gates and speakers all look so old?" I questioned. Melanie, a punk rock girl wearing a crop top even in this bitter cold, shrugged and pushed some purple highlighted hair behind her shoulder.
"Obviously they artificially created rust in order to make this place look spooookyyyyyy," she mocked, as Jason, one of my close friends, snuck up behind her and made her yelp. We all laughed as Melanie glared. We walked up the dirt path past tents of different colors: one big black tent, a purple and blue tent, a red and yellow tent, a semi-large pink and white tent, and several smaller tents. They all had various rips and tears, and gaudy show lights from the inside created large lit up circles on the outside.
"Which way do we go first, ladies? Oh, and Melanie," Mark joked, earning an elbow to the ribs. I looked around, and noticed various crowds of teenagers migrating towards the large black tent.
"How about over there? Seems like a great place to start?' I suggested, gesturing to the tent. Everyone nodded, and I let everyone go in front of me. From the back, I noticed: A, Floyd was a lot taller than I thought, and B, his shoulders seemed very tense since we had entered the circus. We all piled into the tent, which was even darker on the inside than we could've imagined.
"Its so dark in here, they could kill us without anyone noticing," Mark remarked, earning another elbow to the ribs from Melanie. Before they could continue arguing, a spotlight lit on a stage that was originally invisible in the darkness. A man in a dark cloak, without any features identifiable, stood on the stage. He lifted a hand from his cloak, and snapped his fingers.
Instantly another stage lit up, right near me, which practically made me jump. On it was a ballerina, a robot with a tall, shaped figure and a large tutu. However, it looked distorted and horrific, with large metal blades stretching out from her back and rips and gashes in her robotic body, with wires spilling out. One of her eyelids was gone, her cracked, violet eye piercing the darkness. She had several smaller ballerinas around her feet that resembled artist dolls with white tutus, and they were all partially broken as well. I stared at her.
"I'm pretty impressed, to be honest. They really made her look naturally broken," I whispered to Mark. He nodded, still staring at the ballerina. The man brought our attention back to him with a clear of his throat, then he snapped his fingers again. The ballerina gave a slight jerk, then she went through a forced and tortured dance with the smaller ballerinas as broken as a broken and wretched music box tune played. Everyone was mesmerized by the ballerinas' dance, right until the very end. Suddenly, the lead ballerina dropped into a horrific spider crawling stance, and leaped into the crowd. I gasped and stepped back, accidentally knocking over Floyd and falling on top of him. The ballerina crawled through the crowd and jumped at a large group of audience members. Screams rang out, the cloaked man laughed, and suddenly all was dark.
(Author's Note: Hey guys, sorry this took so long! This first chapter is shorter than the rest are going to be, just to give a sample. Please comment below if you like this, and if you do, comment afterwards if you'd rather have another chapter of this or another chapter of Cycle of Nothingness first. Happy reading!)
YOU ARE READING
Wretched Circus Freaks
Fanfiction"You don't know what we've been through." They're back. They're stronger. They're faster. They're hungrier-hungrier for freedom.
