Ok so this is my third story and through i told myself i wasnt going to start any new ones. I couldn't stop myself from writing this one after reading more than half of the awesome series Cirque Du Freak/ Sega of Darren Shan. I just want to know how far i can go with this one. So i need some feedback to let me know.
Disclaimer: I do not own Cirque Du Freak/Sega of Darren Shan. By no means. I'm meerly using the really cool characters that inhabit the book.
Prologue
When you think of the Circus. One thinks of laugher, fun and food. Maybe a few creepy clowns and smelly animals. But nothing major. Nothing life changing. I used to think that circuses were fun when I was younger. My parents would take me every year the circus came to our town. I liked it just that much.
The sights, sounds, and smells I couldn't wait until the next year to come around, so I could go yet again. That was until the Circus stopped coming.
It happened so suddenly, one year it was here and the next it wasn't. I waited as long as I could remember for it to return. It never did. So eventually I stopped waiting and instead accepted the fact that the Circus as I knew it would probably never return.
That was back when I had a family. A big brother, Mom and Dad that loved me; life was great then. I still don't remember much about them. They were murdered right before my eyes when I was younger. I don't remember much about that either. As much as I remember was seeing a man dyed purple with red eyes and wild hair. He tried to eat me as well, but was stopped.
The person that stopped him, I remember his face somewhat well. Or at least the feel of his face, and his deep voice. He was the reason I'm alive right now. And when I think about it, I never really got to tell him how much I really appreciated him saving me. I was always taught to thank those who helped you, and I wanted to thank him.
But when the dust settled and I woke awoke him my hellish nightmare he was gone and I was alone. Through I hoped to see him again. So I could thank him. The man with the long scar spreading down the side of his face.
