Twisted Circus

Chapter Four

When Francis and Sienna left the caravan, those same, dirt-filled tents what Sienna had witnessed last night hovered the area. Sienna had no idea what the time was, but Francis had greeted her with a simple morning, and by the way the sun shone down, it appeared to be early.

His wooden hands held hers tightly and she just tried to pull away but failed. She could now see where the skin was attached to the plank of wood in his white vest, and it made her shudder with horror; It was revolting.

Sienna flinched in fear when she heard voices from behind her.

" Sienna!" It shouted, and the pair of them turned to see a table full of people. There must of been about thirty of them. She couldn't see where the voice was coming from as the crowd covered the person, but she could tell by that utterly malicious, dark tone, it was that man. Mr Weinstein.

" What are you doing, boy? Bring her over here." Mr Weinstein yelled into the distance, talking to Francis. His appearance still wasn't revealed as the group covered him like a mask.

Francis looked shifty and scratched the back of his neck. " Actually, Sir, Sienna-"

" Don't tell me what the girl is doing! Bring her over for breakfast. I want her to meet everyone." Mr Weinstein demanded, now standing for Sienna to see him clearer than bottled water on supermarket shelves. She shut her eyes tightly, preventing her from looking at that same crimson robe in front of her. 

Francis sighed, gave her a sympathetic look, and tugged her over. Everyone was covered by a yellow and white open tent and they all shovelled food into their mouths like starving animals. They all appeared.. normal.

Mr Weinstein gave Sienna a devilish grin, his vampire-like teeth in sight, and Sienna trembled backwards slightly. Francis still clenched her wrist in his fake hands and Mr Weinstein narrowed his eyes at him.

" Let go of her, would you? I asked you to pick me one, and you have done. I'm grateful for that, boy, but I don't recall asking you to watch her every step, Pinocchio." Mr Weinstein stated with a sarcastic although, venomous tone of voice. A few of the people at the table fake laughed.

Again. Pinocchio.

Sienna didn't know if Mr Weinstein was making a joke, or trying to offend Francis. She was too busy focusing her terrified eyes on Satan himself. She didn't have to see, know or witness anything to know he was dangerous.

" Now, both of you, take a seat. Sienna,darling, I'd like to introduce you to my friends, my family." Mr Weinstein gestured his arm to the table of men and woman, and they smiled at her, their eyes not blinking. They didn't seem the slightest bit scared of Mr Weinstein. Unlike the others she'd seen who practically grovelled at his feet for forgiveness and his kindness. All those others, were the Freaks.

Sienna scanned the area, barely listening to Mr Weinstein words, but taking in every sound, every breath, of that horrifying voice that is enough to say goodbye to sleep for good.

Sienna's eyes flew open, the black pupil expanding, almost completely covering the green around it. What she now witnessed was what she could only describe as torture and tears began to burn her eyes furiously at the thought of the same thing happening to her.

In the corner of the tent, sat complete, utter Freaks, on the ground, and not at the empty tables. The deformed creep she'd met yesterday was there, so was the lady with no arms, just hands, and so was the dog-faced woman. They all ate that same gruel what Francis had handed to her, and their clothes hung formlessly from their bodies. Her astonished thoughts were interrupted by Mr Weinstein.