Alastor's Old Acquaintance

Ch 4 Funfair Of Illusion

For once since this adventure began, the group took two taxi's to ride in.

When the taxis stopped at their destination, the driver for Hearth and their team was dead, with a lack of blood in them, a piece of their neck gone, multiple ribs missing, organs sprawled across the front area of the cab and three bullet wounds to the head. "OK, who killed him?" Angel asked.

All of the riders of the cab looked at each other. "Suicide." Hearth replied.

"Really? That's your cover story?" Vaggie snarled, noticing none of them were covered in any blood.

All of them nodded, before walking to their final destination, a large funfair-like place, full of food carts, rides and other such amusements. Hearth, their group, Alastor and Husk, ignored it all, and went straight to the main attraction, a large black and pink circus tent.

When they all entered, they saw the ground was made from a sand like material, though it acted more like gravel, and the large place was flooded with demons, waiting for the show to begin.

Swiftly, Hearth walked to the top row of seats in the audience area, and was quickly followed by everyone else.

Then, without warning, the lights shut off, the stage light the only one left illuminating the large tent, and the large group felt Hearth's hands of smoke gently touch each of their heads, careful not to harm anyone.

Then they heard laughter, and turned to the stage to see a jester, in a black and pink outfit, piercing blue eyes, his left one surrounded by four pink hearts markings, and the sharp, toothy smile of a Cheshire cat. "Ladies and gentlemen, boys and ghouls!"
He began, his French accent flooding the tent. "Step right up! Behind this curtain lies a ghastly concoction of delight, horror, fantasy and terror!"

He bowed slightly, his hat's bell-like orbs falling down. "Your every wish is our command!"

He shot up. "Your every whimsical desire brought to life!"

He quickly pointed a finger to the audience surrounding him. "But I'm warning you, there's always a price..."

He reached his gloved hands into the air, and six slits, three on each side of his face, opened up, letting out a bright pink gas. "Welcome to the greatest show unearthed!"

From the pink gas, groups of figures formed, each of them with human characteristics, and all of them singing, "Lalala" 's as they danced together in pairs. Once again, the jester began singing. "The dark carnival is in town, you better be ready!"

A rope appeared in front of Hearth, to which they held onto, a large rectangular box in front of Pike, that he stepped backwards into, a swinging sword in front of Dedmin, he held onto it, a six inch knife in front of Kate, which she somehow held onto, and a large red wooden box in front of Anne, to which she carefully stepped into.

The rest of the group were transported by the pink gas. The jester then held onto Hearth's hands, though he was much smaller than them, at a height of 5ft 2, yet his feet separated from his legs with springs, and suddenly, he was taller than Hearth. (Bet ya wish you could do that) "Just follow the parade of dancing skeletons!".

Hearth quickly joined in on the chaos, and Charlie, Vaggie and Angel noticed that the audience members now had glowing purple eyes, just like the jester's had now turned. "Full of ghoulish delights, around every corner!"

Kate then decided it was her turn in the limelight. "Don't tell your parents you're here, they will soon be mourners!"

Once again, Hearth and the jester were singing, he was still using his springs to grow taller. "Welcome to the lower birth, the greatest show unearthed!"