Zirkus des Leben (Circus of Life) Saga - Shape-shifter Adventure
The world does not look as it seems, and it still does. Supernatural beings come and go between us as we lead our normal lives, oblivious to their ability to adapt with us, co-existing until eventually their species grew more apparent within the society that it was impossible to ignore.
The ability to adapt has led the dominant life form, humans, to be taking sides. The ones that followed their instincts to drive out the possible threat to their own kind were labelled as 'Wyre-pursuers', or 'Pursuer' for short, while the ones that believed in the world to be shared amongst all were the 'Wyre-guardians'. With human interference, the world launches into a silent struggle for balance within the World.
And while the imbalance persists; three insignificants: a Shape-shifter, a Pursuer and a Guardian shall threaten the already fragile peace, though nobody knows how the event would turn out to be. It all starts in a simple everyday routine, from a captured shape-shifter working for the Circus…
"Welcome to the most Magnificent Circus in the whole of Basikerville, where you can find all sorts of wonders that will keep you awake all night long. Triplets performing the Fire Ring all at once, real life shape-shifters and other fantastic attractions. And of course, our main event of the day, the Disappearing Big Top! May everyone sit back and relax, although don't get too comfortable, or you would not know any of the clowns might get to you from the back! Let the show begin!"
Prologue
This is it. A little more and I will be free from this vile place, forever gone. The chains rattled roughly against the bars to the gate while fingers, seemingly almost too delicate for using, worked on the lock. "In five minutes' time!" a voice announced from the Ring, cue for the next performer.
The triplets are almost done, better step on it! Or that Ringmaster is going to live up to his promise today... The brunette shivered at the thought, working on intently this time and praying against all odds that it would somehow work, or the poor performance earlier on in the day is going to come back hard on him.
More muttering and cursing followed, and then finally the expected 'click' came. Yet it was not from the gate, but rather from the door leading to the Big Top's backstage itself, the only source of mild light in the dark room. Please don't let it be the Russian! Roderich shuddered as he tensed to the possible whipping from the rough Ringmaster, the wounded scars in his back telling of past experiences not faring well. Some retained, from yesterday, still bled a little although the pain had longed numbed to nothing more than a faint throbbing. The Ringmaster was harsh on anyone not performing up to expectations, with methods varied for each degree of offence done; starving and whipping were the most popular ones, since the fierce silverette had rarely shown any signs of mercy towards anyone at all.
Even when it is us that are actually bringing in money for him to eat...Wait. The main problem isn't this right now, but what am I going to become after the door opens...
Closing his eyes to the bright light coming from the Big Top, the brunette banished all thoughts of his possible fate while a defensive hand came up almost instinctively to shield himself from the Ringmaster's unpredictable tantrum. The presence inched closer, moving nearer and nearer to Roderich as he stared defiantly, fearing yet prideful as the last few shape-shifters of his kind. The brunette gasped and readied himself from another few more "scars" to add, only to find a curious set of carmine-crimson globes staring back at him, an albino hand stretched out as if to touch Mariazell, my gravity-defying strand of hair, only to take back hesitantly at the last minute. Roderich dropped his arm in turn as well, scrutinising the new-comer with the same level of curiosity, although cautious as well. The albino ran a hand back behind his head, as if frustrated at something.
"Roderich. Roderich Edelstein?" he asked, eyes twinkling as though holding a sense of mild hope after repeating this process to many others before. An albino hand stretched to the back to scratch off what seemed like an itch that would last forever, or least until his task is completed.
"J-Ja?" He spoke unsteadily, voice hinting of his German heritage," What can I do for you?" The brunette shrank back a little, and then moved forward to take a better look at the curious onlooker this time. The protest from the chains reminding Roderich that he was still bound inevitably, although the irritation soon died with the albino taking a few more steps to reduce the distance between them. This is odd. Not many have called me by that since…nevermind.
"Great. I have been searching quite a while for you. I apologise in advance." The albino smirked in an almost twisted fashion, clear relief shown on his handsome features. A swift, sharp sensation then met with the brunette's neck swiftly, and everything swirled before a stopping to a dull black, falling forward to oddly warm arms.
I honestly should stop trusting anyone too much at first sight…