Ringmaster (Script)

All the young Oliver Akins could remember was the color Red. It hadn't been long before the small child realized it was blood. All of the other orphans were brutally murdered by those monsters and he was next. He didn't fear death. In his mind, he has already been dead for a while now. He waited for the sharp pain of teeth and claws to come to him but it didn't. Before he knew it the creature that appeared to be their leader was holding him close in his arms. Confusion washed over the small child. What a weird trip to the Circus this turned out to be.