I Hear Your Fears- POTO Fanfiction

Madame Giry's Tale[Revised and Edited]

Hello again, hope your day's been well.

Cassidy: Hello

Me: What the- Cass what are you doing here?

Cassidy: I decided that I want to be in these little authors notes.

Me: erm- okay

Cassidy: You're an Alex

Me: Yep, enjoy the chapter

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Madame Giry turned on an oil lamp, then walked over to a desk, with papers and pictures of her as a child.

"It was years ago, there was a traveling fair in the city, gypsies," she held one of the pictures of her, and I guess started feeling nostalgic.

__________________________Giry's POV_____________________________________________

"I was very young, studying to be a ballerina, one of many, living in the dormitories of the opera house,"

______________________________20 years ago_______________________________________

I walked with the rest of the group through the fair, seeing oddities, and a few Persian monkeys, but my friends Lily and Clara, tore me away to the largest tent in the fair, it read The Devil's Child the ringmaster beckoned the group inside since the others decided to follow us. Inside it was very dark, the only light was in the center of the tent and from the outside. In the center of the tent had a cage with a boy inside. He had a bag over his head with two eye holes. We circled around the cage like a person would do at a zoo looking at an animal. He seemed to be holding something, a small toy monkey, and he was attaching small cymbals to its hands, and playing with it, clinking the cymbals together.

Then the master came into the cage, holding the door closed with a rope, and holding a club. Once he got to the boy, he stomped the toy out of his hands and started beating him. He tried to defend himself, but it was no use. And the watchers they just laughed, all except me and Clara, I stood there, but Clara decided that this is no way to treat someone.

"Stop it, your hurting him, stop it," Clara cried out, the master stopped, and the boy looked at her, with wide eyes.

"And why should I do that pretty girl," I looked at Clara, she was furious, I stood next to her, trying to look like she did.

"That is no way to treat someone, especially a boy," Clara yelled, I slipped under the crowds to the door of the cage.

"Then I guess, you should what yer defendin, eh" he laughed, as I worked on the rope that held the door closed.

"Behold Madames et Messieurs, The Devil's Child," he pulled the bag off the boy's head, most ran away in terror, at his face. But Clara and I stayed, the boy tried pulling on the bag he was wearing, but the master stepped on it, prohibiting him from picking it up.

"Ya see who this monster is," he cackled, then went to collect the money that was thrown in the cage, but the boy noticed I untied the rope, but he did what I didn't expect.