Monsters are real

A ringleader's tale

From my stand-point of things around here. No one has ever liked a ringleader, what people think from the outside it seems like the ringleader is so nice, and super caring. No, they sometimes abuse their workers and animals, underappreciate what they do. And that pisses me off. Allora was one of these kinds of ringleaders. Luckily she isn't doing the job anymore. . . for reasons. But that's besides the point! Our circus is a travel-around-the-world kind of thing so we don't usually stick around in one spot for long. After about a month in one state, we would pick up our things and set of for the next state, until we've conquered one country and onto the next. When I took over the circus, everything was just out of place, and I couldn't stand it. The people weren't getting paid and getting the attention they deserved. All she wanted was the lights on her, and all the fame on her end. Not on the people that built it from the ground up.

Our circus usually takes up fourteen to sixteen acres of land, so we usually find secluded spots of land that no one remembers or that people just left to rot. The entrance to the circus is a huge clown's mouth and lights hanging up above it's top hat in glowing letters reading: Allora's Ring Around Circus! And once you step into through its mouth, you are greeted with games of all sorts, food stands, ring toss, petting zoos, meet-and-greets, and more. The meet-and-greets was a new thing that was recommended by one of our workers, saying that if people wanted to meet the clowns and see how they do their tricks, or if they wanted to sign up to become part of the circus.   They would be able to.

It sounds nice, right? Well, the only issue is that this isn't your normal circus. If this was your average circus, then your entertainers wouldn't have special abilities. Your average circus wouldn't be able to pull off the super cool stunts the right way. And lastly, your average circus wouldn't be able to keep the thrills under control.

As I'm sitting in my office tent sits off a couple feet from the Main Showing Tent, or simply, The Ring. The Ring is where all the people go and watch the main performance. And other tents that are spread apart throughout the circus grounds are the Clown Cave, The Lion's Den, Jack's Hill and the rest are concession stands, games and fortune telling stands, and benches. I stare at the neat pile of documents that have been placed on my desk for the last thirty minutes straight. 

My desk was a wrap-around with led lights  around the edges of it, outlining it with flashing lights. Behind me was a bookshelf with a family photo of me, my mom, my dad, and of course. My sister Allora. Next to the bookshelf was a trunk filled with different kinds of Japanese swords, masks, and money. All that belonged to me that I held dear was in the trunk. 

I was wearing a black top-hat, a black one piece that was made out of satin that reached my thighs, and high-heels. My wings folded out of my back, pushing into my shoulder blade; silently flapping .

"Abbey?"  Aia poked her head into my tent, almost causing me to fall out of my seat.

"Jesus Christ, you almost scared me half to death." I gasped, struggling to catch my breath.

"Well, sorry about that. Anyways, we need to. . . take care of something. Someone has been killed yet again on the grounds, and we open in less than a hour." She said flatly, flipping her long brown hair out of her face.

Aia had a small and tiny waist like me, which we would have to stick with for the rest of our lives.  She had a tiny face, with a tiny nose, freckles that covered her entire nose and cheeks, and one blue eye and the other eye green. She has a bubbly personality, and a very flexible shape. (Somehow she's able to twist her body in ways that make me cringe just looking at.) She was wearing a green, frilly cropped top with long-sleeves and red fluffy buttons on the cuffs of her sleeves, a red and green frilly skirt that bounced every time she jumps or runs. To top off that, she also wore green heels with red poofs on the tips.