AN: Hey everyone, so just as I promised, here's a new story that I have been working on for a while now. It plays more in the TOS universe than it does in the reboot, but I wanted to put it in here because it can be seen as playing in both worlds so take it as you want it. The story isn't completely finished yet which is why I am telling you now that I do not know when I will be able to update, so just bare with me please. this is a teaser chapter for you all to enjoy. if you want more, please review.
PS: I do not own any of the characters except for my OCs.
-Prime's sparkling
CHAPTER 1
THE KIDNAPPING
"Oppression is no excuse for vengeance - for murder. I wonder... does the death of innocent people - cut down on the streets as they flee - free you? I think not"
-Charles Xavier (Earth-616), X-men
March 2013
Everything was dark. Pitch black as far as the eye could see and silent save for the angry grumbles in the sky and the bullets pelting the roof above their heads. Many had long since run seeking cover from the storm. Others had even chosen to make use of the entertainment in the middle of the plot of land. The circus tent was old and worn down, with faded colors still able to be seen in the hide like cloth that created its outer shell. An old, rusty and brittle looking sign hung from the top of the entrance where lively music could be heard coming from. Across it, the words Circue du Freak, was neatly carved and painted in, with warm colors faded with age from the years that had gone by. It was an ancient structure but it did its job to stop the storm. The worst they had in a while. A little further away but still under the upset eyes of the dark clouds op ahead, Jessie sat in the carriage she had known for a reasonably large part of her life and stared longingly out a small window stained with the sky's running tears. She sighed and stared towards the tent for a moment. Life at that moment seemed to hate her, but then again that was her emotional opinion to the situation. With another heavy sigh, this time in annoyance, she rolled her eyes as amusement washed over her in a metaphorical wave. She knew the emotion was not her own and silently turned to face the boy resting on one of the hay stales that served as a bed, a thick and wooly quilt pulled up to his lap.
"Not helping Phoenix," Jessie murmured, mind full of the other occupant in the train car who slept on another hay bale with a sleeping bag drawn up to the neck.
"You should learn to relax more Jessie," he chuckled running a hand though his hair. It was a warm honey color and curled where it touched his ears and neck, "It's your day off."
"I wouldn't have to sit tonight out if Melisa hadn't gotten in the way," she growled angrily, making sure he could feel it as well. The cocky smile on his face dropped.
"I thought you hated the lime light," Phoenix asked warily.
"I do," Jessie sighed and sadly gazed at him, "but if I had stood firmly that night. If I had refused to swap with Mellissa and went on like I was supposed to..."
"You would have died," He argued back vemously before realizing that he had raised his voice. He took a deep breath to calm down and threw off the quilt to move over to her bale. Settled against her he continued in a softer tone, "you could have died, or maybe you could have lived, maybe someone else could have seen the man with the gun and stopped him before he could fire."
"What's your point Phoenix?" She asked with a brow raised in confusion as she snuggled against his side.
"My point is that no matter what decision we made, something would have happened," he sighed lightly and kissed her hair softly, "it was not your fault. These things happen, as sad as they are, and they happen for a reason."
"Then what was the reason for Melissa to die?" Jessie asked in a whisper, feeling a sense of comfort and love wash over from Phoenix and wrap itself around her in a blanket of emotion. She gripped the front of his black jacket and fought to keep the tears at bay.
"I don't know," he replied and tenderly stroked her hair. Outside the wind howled in sympathy and pushed against the long lone train on the tracks, " whatever the reason was, it properly only made sense to god."
"I thought you didn't believe in god," Jessie asked with a bit of a smile as she peered out of the window again. She noticed the moving shadows that could only have been people coming to watch the show in the tent.
Phoenix chuckled, "I don't , not really anyway."
"Then what do you believe in?" She asked pulling her gaze away from the outside world to look into his large creamy irises.
His full lips pulled taunt for a moment as he thought how to answer, "I prefer to keep an open mind , but sometimes we all need someone to blame without hurting the feelings of those around us."
"If you don't believe in god," Jessie asked cheekily, "then how do you explain our existence?"
Phoenix smiled, "Evolution of course."
"Is that your only explanation?" Jessie asked eyeing his soft lips.
Phoenix smiled and lowered his head to hers, "yes of course, how else would you explain how so many creatures share similar characteristics and why so many subspecies' popped up out of nowhere."
"I don't know, why don't you tell me," Jessie smiled and sighed happily when he gently molded his soft lips to hers. He groaned lightly when she shamelessly ran the tip of her tong over his bottom lip and slipped his arms around her petite body to pull her closer as he opened his mouth to her. Needing to breath, they gently pulled away and Jessie rested her head into his chest.
"We went completely off topic again," she said but didn't sound angry about it.
"I know," he chuckled fervently and rested his chin lovingly on the top of her head, "but seriously, you can't keep things bottled up like this Jessie. It's not healthy for you."
"I know," she said in an almost whisper, "I just wish everyone would stop trying to treat me like glass."
"Uncle Mario is only trying to do what he thinks is best for you," Phoenix chided, "he doesn't want to see you hurt. Give him some slack."
"I know," Jessie nodded before she noticed movement in the sleeping bag the other occupant was resting in, around the area where the feet would be. It was almost like someone was flicking their feet against the material. Jessie chuckled and with a quick kiss to Phoenix on his lips on last time, she stood.
"Lucca's waking up," she said and without waiting for a reply crossed over the room to where the very young boy laid. Kneeling by the side of the bale, she watched as consciousness pulled him from his sleep. Lucca stretched like a cat pulling an old teddy bear that had been under his arm when he slept with him. Falling slack onto the make shift bed again, he looked up at Jessie with a lazy smile.
"Morning Jessie," He said with a loud yawn.
She chuckled, "It's evening kiddo."
"It is?" The six year old stared at her with his little brows lifting into the superman beanie he wore in confusion.
"Yep," Phoenix said still sitting on the hay bale as he flooded Jessie with amusement, "you slept right though the afternoon remember?"
"Oh yeah," Lucca smiled and rubbed the back of his neck, "I had to sleep because Uncle Mario gave me very hard exercises to do and they made me tired."
"That's how you know they work kiddo," Jessie smiled before helping the small child out of his sleeping bag. They settled quickly into their usual routine of helping the small child out of his angry birds pajamas and into a shirt and pants and taught him to tie his shoes. Once finished they packed all their things into the old backpack which laid on the only desk in the train carriage.
Jessie settled herself back against Phoenix and let out a deep breath as he wrapped a warm arm around her waist. She looked up, seeing Lucca nervously watching them and gently rubbing his right arm.
"What do you want kiddo?" She asked and he snapped his head up in surprise.
"How?" He breathed slightly in shock, "how did you know I wanted to ask something?"
"Because that's her supper power," Phoenix chuckled then laughed full out when the smaller teen promptly punched him in the ribs. Meanwhile Lucca pouted and stamped his foot as he folded his little arms over his chest.
"That's not Jessie' power," the six year old huffed, lowing his brows over his grey eyes with a heavy glare.
"Really?" Phoenix laughed, "then what is her power?"
"You should know what her power is," Lucca chided, making Jessie laughed at Phoenix's facial expression as he realized that he was being reprimanded by a child and on he meant to baby sit no less, " you're her gemela."
"Hey," Jessie said as she stood between the two, feeling Phoenix's anger and protectiveness towards the idea of somebody taking what was his away, "he knows that Luc, he's just kidding with you."
"He was?" Lucca asked, suddenly sensing the tense atmosphere. He looked over at Phoenix with a sheepish look on his face, "sorry Phoenix."
"It's okay," he murmured. Phoenix hurried his face into Jessie's neck and drew in a breath, making her shiver at the sensations. She pushed him away.
"Cut it out, we're in mixed company," she chided before turning back to their charge, "what is it that you want kiddo?"
"Can we go to the tent?" The six year old asked, "I wanna watch tonight's show."
"Are you kidding me kid?!" Phoenix gasped in shock, "it's raining fucking cats and dogs out there."
"Phoenix!" Jessie scowled, "what did I tell you about the swearing?"
"Not too?" Phoenix chuckled and ducked when she attempted to slap him.
"Well if you're going to be like that then we are going," Jessie scowled and looked over to Lucca who was looking like a kid on Christmas and at the same time looked downright horrified. Phoenix rose a brow, having seen it as well.
"What's with the look?" He asked and the six year old jumped before pointing a finger and Laughing at him.
"Phoenix said a swear word," he replied like it was the most obvious thing in the world.
"Yeah so?" The teen raised a brow but Jessie could feel the dread that slowly was working its way up inside of him, like there was something he needed to remember desperately. She smiled secretly.
"Now you gotta put money in the swear jar," the boy continued, "and Jessie said that if I was a good boy, I would get all the Money in there."
"What?!" He turned to his gemela, "that's so unfair, he can't do that."
"Actually he can," Jessie snickered, "the deal was at the end of each month the person who said the least amount of swear words got the money in the jar, and so far he's said the least so he's in the league."
"Dammit." Phoenix muttered then felt like slamming his head against a wall as he realized what he had done.
Lucca chuckled at his expense, "he swore again!"
With a grudge, Phoenix let it slide and gingerly pulled out some worn bills from his pocket. They never really did get much spending money from their jobs. Sighing as he got up, he gently dropped them into the large jar on the table at the back of the room.
"So not fair," he murmured and pulled on his sneakers.
"Then maybe you should try not swearing," Jessie chuckled and rose from her seat on the hay. She packed Lucca's things into her back pack and dutifully ran her hairbrush though her hair.
"Come on," Lucca called and bounced over to the rail doors. Silently with humor flooding the bond they shared, the two elder teens followed and hurriedly the three ran for the tent.
They were soaked by the time they got inside but it had done little to setter their raised spirits. Inside circue du Freak, it was the complete opposite of what it looked like outside. Warm, rich and bright silk hung from the high ceiling along the walls and behind the stall benches that everyone sat upon. The circle in the middle of the room was painted in a dark brown, and the black padding used mostly by gymnasts covered the inside instead of the straw which was used by most circuses. In the front, a large curtain had been drawn shut, a rich dark purple and red color with the circus name engraved across the wood on the beams that held everything up. It was warm and gave the atmosphere a welcoming yet mysterious feel. Jessie closed her eyes for a moment, and allowed the homey sensation to wash over her. Checking to the side, confirmed Phoenix doing the same while Lucca looked around in excitement. Knowing what the six year old wanted, she simply nodded and with shriek the boy shot off as fast as his short legs would allow him to the curtain. He dived behind it after a moment Jessie began to follow as the current act ended. A hand on her wrist stopped her gently and she faced Phoenix with a raised brow in question. He simply smiled at her but the feelings and thoughts he sent over their bond clued her in to what he wanted. She blushed and allowed him to drag her behind the benches with a racing heart.
When they later stepped into the back stage area behind the curtain, Jessie's face was a flame as the whistles and playful cat call reached her ears. They had straitened themselves out to their best abilities, but her flushed face and kissed-to-death swollen lips, and phoenix's ruffled up hair told a tale they could not quiet hide from the others.
"Really you two," Anna Michigan remarked rolling her eyes as she chewed on the stick of gum she always seemed to have on her, "going behind the benches for a roll in the hay again?"
Jessie smiled and rolled her eyes as she felt Phoenix's pride and ego inflate, "careful Anna, his ego's already taking all the air in the room, any larger and we'll have to breathe in gas masks."
Anna laughed softly, her eyes twinkling in mirth and Jessie joined her as she felt the boy huff both physically and through their bond.
"Everyone's a critic," he murmured under his breath and crossed his arms with a pout as the girls he had known for years laughed at his expense behind their hands.
"I'm afraid you did walk into that grave on your own squirt," a bulk of a man thundered with a booming laugh as he approached them, the soft smell of the cigar he had just smoked hanging into his clothes like a robe of lavender. He had dark, nearly black hair that seemed to have a mind or its own and a slight crink in his nose that he seemed to share in common with Phoenix.
"Uncle Mario," Phoenix smiled and left his gamela's side to paddle over to his uncle's side and gave the man a hug that forced the air to leave his lungs. Mario Varraso had been stunning in his younger years, handsome and very strong with square shoulders and muscle in his frame from all the years work of setting up and working at the circus with his brother but time had made him wary, his bones slightly more brittle and the grayness had long since began to take over his dark hair, despite his attempts at dying the color repeatedly. The man ,et out a large puff of air as his teenaged nephew crashed into him with a speed and force that would have hade wrestlers proud. He laughed again as he wrapped his arms around his charge and hugged him just as tightly.
"It's good to see that somebody missed me while I was gone," Mario chuckled as he pulled away from the boy to look him in the eyes. There was a chorus of 'here we go again' and 'now he's done it' from the people around them and Jessie giggled at the sight as Mario's face scrunched up like he had to sneeze at them.
"Oh shut it you lot," he called back but there was no real malice in his voice. It was their thing, everyone who worked in the circus knew each other well enough that they were like family, no they were family. Jessie smiled softly at the thought as she basked in the warm glow the people she was surrounded by offered and drowned out the sound of the show going on outside for a moment.
"What are you still doing here uncle?" Jessie asked as she curled her fingers with Phoenix's when he came back to her side, "I thought you had that important meeting to go to in New Jersey."
"I am lass," he winked at her as he straightened his shoulders, "but I wanted to wait until after the show, there's something I must talk to you two about before I leave to deal with the burocrates on the other side."
Jessie looked over at Phoenix, their confusion filling each other as they shared a worried glance and gave the aging man a firm nod.
"Sure uncle," Phoenix said, and heard the music on the other side of the curtain begin to dwindle down as the performance drew to a close, "we'll be there"
"And if it's cold we'll come wearing bells," Jessie joked and smiled as the rest of the group burst out laughing at her lame attempt at humor. A bell struck somewhere outside and their uncle jumped as though he had just remembered something.
"That's my cue," uncle Mario wrapped an arm around each of them before he started for the soft drapes that separated them from the world, "Come see me after the show at my cabin."
"I better get going too," Anna murmured and flicked away some lint on the lavender colored leotard she wore as she waddled over to the line of girls wearing the same clothing as her, "I'm on next."
"Break a leg Anna!" Phoenix called in encouragement and to his shock the girl turned around and glared daggers at him, "What?"
"Mm, Phoenix you do know that the last time you said that to someone, they actually broke their leg," Jessie smirked as felt him nervously prowl around her mind to see the memory she spoke of.
"I don't mean it like that," he said eventually with wide eyes, making the two girls laugh.
"Alright you three, you can giggle together later," Mario remarked sarcastically and ignored Phoenix's insulted cry that he did not 'giggle' as he moved away from the tent, a heavy deep bass being to play from the speakers outside, "Anna you're on."
"Oh right," she said as she quickly scurried off to join her group. Mario waited silently for a moment, before he kneeled down to their heights.
"There is much to discuss," he said placing a hand on each of their cheeks to allow them to feel his familial love for them, "and yet so little time."
Jessie felt Phoenix's alarm slice though her and it matched her own as they had never seen the man in such a state. Phoenix allowed the man to feel his worry briefly though the small link he had opened before he spoke, "what is it uncle? Are the humanists causing trouble again?"
Jessie watched as the man hesitated for a moment and opened his mouth like he was about to answer, but whatever he had to say was cut off by one of the vender sellers calling him to help them. He gave them a tense look and reached into the long trench coat that he wore, before he pulled out and handed them a thick A5 sized leather bound book that had long since seen its better years.
"The clan libro?" Jessie asked, "but what?"
"Just keep it safe," Mario said as he shook his head. He stood, intent on helping the others and called over his shoulders, "I will explain later, I promise."
"What's going on Phoenix?" Jessie asked as she watched her uncle's retreating figure disappear behind some crates.
"I don't know," He ran a hand though his curly locks, "but it has something to do with the humanists. I just know it."
"Just know what?" Lucca asked as he trotted up to them, shoulders sagging slightly now that the excitement had worn off.
" don't worry about it squirt," he sighed and patted the boy on the top of his beanie covered head, smirking when the boy huffed and smacked the offending appendage away, "you done chatting up all the girls now kid?"
"Hu huh," Lucca gave them a toothy grin before he noticed the book in the elder boy's hands, " what's that?"
"It's a clan libro kiddo," Jessie explained as they walked out the back side of the tent, stopping only long enough to put said book into her back pack, "you do know what that means, right?"
"Hu huh," Lucca nodded and flipped his hoodie to cover his head from the rain, "Uncle Mario said that they are special books written by people like us long ago, with special rules we have to follow if we don't want to get into trouble."
"It's not just rules kiddo," Phoenix said as he took the younger boys hand, eyes flicking around to scan the area warily. It was still dark and the rain seemed to have let up slightly from the harsh storm it had been earlier, but close to where their train car stood were the figures they had seen earlier. He felt a dark shiver run down his back and felt Jessie flinch next to him as she felt the apprehension flow over from him. Shaking his head to ward of the feelings he curled his hand into a fist and jammed it into his pocket, "it has all our history and tells us what makes us who we are, And why we are like that."
Jessie remained thoughtful while they talked. They knew it was because her own family 's journal had been destroyed years ago. As they neared the end of the cover the circus tent provided, she scooped up their charge and the three made a run for the cover of the trees which would take then to their home on the rails.
For a moment, Lucca remained silent, content to simply hang onto Jessie's slim frame despite the fact that he was already six and a quarter years old, before he asked a simply innocent question, "Jessie, why are we so different from everyone else?"
"Yeah why are you different freak."
Jessie tensed and felt Phoenix's anger as the group they had spied before made their way over. A tall boy stepped out from the group once they were close enough, obviously the leader of the gang. Then was well built but not overly and appeared very healthy and well fed. His hair seemed to be a light color, though it was difficult to say which shade in the bad light. In his hand was a glass bottle half full with very expensive beer. And brand that could only be found overseas.
"It's illegal to steal you know," Phoenix growled with narrowed eyes when he saw the train door nest to their own wide open with the broken lock on the floor, "that does not belong to you."
"Of course it's mine, ain't I right guys?" The offender gave a smug look as his friends all let out noises of agreement, "I bought it myself?."
Jessie felt Lucca tighten his hold on her and she bared her teeth at their rudeness, "we don't sell any alcoholic beverages and they don't use that brand in this country."
"Then why do you have a stash full of the stuff right here?" The leader asked again as his group started to speak out in a circle around them.
"Leave," Phoenix said calmly as he pushed the door to the cart closed, "before I call the cops."
"I don't think so, freak" the boy grabbed the door before it could fully close and flashed them a cocky smirk, "you and I both know that won't happen, them coppers would take one look at ya and kill you just for breathing our air."
"No one can own air dumbass," Jessie snapped with more bite than she really intended and heard Lucca fearfully wimped against her with his head tucked into her neck. The leader threw his bottle at them. She didn't think as she saw the glass heard her way, as she tightened her hold on Lucca's frame and simply willed her body to change. Gasps went around as the bottle smashed against the animal stalls behind them, having traveled harmlessly through their bodies.
"Did you guys hear that?" He asked looking to his friends before giving her a look that made her want to grate her skin off, "this whore just called me stupid. She actually thinks this world is for freaks like them"
"What a stupid freak," one boy with braces surrounding his face sneered, "the only good thing you are for is to die."
"Don't even think of it," Phoenix growled as he pushed himself between them, "and don't call her a whore. She's more faithful than most of your fugly girlfriends who would rather sleep with a six foot pole than see your ugly faces."
He never even felt the first hit against his face, or when he hit the ground, but he felt the kick that was aimed at his ribs and the flash of pain from Jessie when they knocked her legs out from under her and sent her tumbling into the mud, still holding a now screaming Lucca. The rest of the group joined in on the unfair fight and all hell broke loose. Unable to defend themselves Jessie heard Phoenix curse as he crawled over to them, taking damage to the ribs and his back and curled his frame around them protectively. Jessie forced Lucca to the bottom of the pile and tried to aid her gamela in taking the hits instead. She heard someone shout, but wasn't sure who was who as another kick to her side sent her screaming with the little boy beneath her, but then her attackers were gone and they could only lay there and recover from the pain. Warily she pushed herself up from under Phoenix's weight and urged him to do the same when she saw what was going on around them. Their attackers no longer seemed as strong anymore as the old man, clearly in his sixties, kicked them across the grounds with surprisingly practiced ease. The man's soaked clothing did not even seem to matter to the man as he defiantly blocked an over eager punch from the leader of the group that had attacked them and countered with a punch of his own that sent the teen sinking to his knees gasping for breath. Seeing their leader fall, the other three glanced at the other four on the floor before taking off with their tails figuratively between their legs. Jessie could only stare in amazement. She felt Lucca push at her to get up, still sniffling from the scare he had been put through moments before as the man made his way over. The three teens raised themselves to their feet and ineffectively tried to wipe off the mud from their clothing, completely battered and bruised.
"Ya kids alright?" Their savior asked and Jessie nodded before wincing when the movement pulled on a spot on her forehead. She raised her fingers to the spot and felt her stomach churn when she could just make out the dark fluid that could only be blood coating them. She jumped when a blue handkerchief was offered in front of her face and looked up at the man in shock but warily accepted the help.
"Thank you for the help Mister," Phoenix said as he stretched out his fingers, feeling one to be swollen but not broken.
"Not a problem lad," the old man smiled, "ah cannot believe what audacity doe's boys have attacking a bunch of kids fer no good reason."
"Humanists tend to be like that sir," Jessie grimaced and continued to push against the cut on her forehead, "I'm just glad you came to help when you did or it might have been worse."
"Like ah said, "The man shrugged, "it ain't ah problem. Ah was just taking mha little grandchild ta come see one of da shows, and my Lil' Lenore don't like violence at all. No way am ah gonna stand Der and let harm come ta another."
"You're watching the show in the tent?" Phoenix asked as he kicked some of the muck off his shoes.
The man nodded and suddenly bounced forward slightly on his heels. Jessie looked down, suddenly noticing the little girl hiding behind her grandfather's legs. She wondered where the child had been hiding during the fight, but shook it off and took a closer look at her. The girl looked to be about the same age as Lucca. Her cheeks were rosy and freckles had painted themselves across her nose. Her ginger hair was tied in a loose pony tail and came up to her mid back. She startled.
"Are ya okay?" Lenore asked pointing at their messy forms, "DAT looks like it hurts."
"We're better now," Phoenix said gratefully, "thanks to your grandfather. The show for tonight was sold out earlier today, but we're more than happy to help you get some good seats for no charge."
"No we couldn't," the grandfather shook his head, "ah didn't save ya from doe's hooligans just ta skip da line, we can come back ta morrow."
"No it's quiet alright, "Jessie said with a smile, "you went out of your way to come help us, it's the least we. do to repay your kindness. Besides our coworkers would be delighted to let you in, they'd even let Lenore ride and pet some of our traveling animals."
"Can we Grampa?" Lenore asked tugging on the man's trousers eagerly, "Ah want ta pet the animals please."
"Well when you put it like that," the man smiled warmly and flicked up the hood on his long jacket to shield himself from the rain despite him already being soaked to the bone, "how can ah resist. Mha name is Carmon. John Carmon."
"I'm Jessie," she said softly, before pointing to each of her companions in turn, "This is Phoenix and Lucca. It's nice to meet you sir."
"Come on, we'll take you inside for now, or you'll miss the show," Phoenix said softly as he scooped up Phoenix into his arms and pushed the carriage door closed, eyeing the four teenagers lying face down on the floor in the mud.
"Don't ya wanna first get some dry clothes on?" Mr. Carmon asked and eyed their torn apparel. Jessie shook her head and glanced into the darkened sky, noticing the first signs of thunder appear across the top of the clouds, moving from one side to another.
"No thank you Mr. Carmon," she replied softly, "besides they always keep some extra clothing in the tent for cases like these."
"OK then," the man smiled again, and bent down to take his grandchild's hand in his own, "lead on."
Jessie smiled and moved to fall into line behind Phoenix. Only to find her whole body frozen to the spot. She couldn't move anything. Not her arms or her legs or even her head.
"JESSIE!" Phoenix yelled as panic seemed to overtake him, "I can't move!"
"Neither can we," Mr. Carmon put in as he jerked, trying to break out of what ever had a hold on him, "what's going on?!"
Jessie fought harder against the bounds. She tried to will her body to change and when that did not work began to panic.
"Jessie look," Lucca called as he clung to Phoenix like a monkey, "it's purple."
"What are you talking about?" She yelled.
"The bounds holding us lass," Mr. Carmon managed to turn his head, through the strain was easily seen in the red flush that ran across his face, "dey're like purple beams comin' from the sky."
Jessie looked and noticed it for the first time how the water from outside was no longer touching her skin even though the storm had since picked up again. The droplets ran off of whatever was holding them in small purple rivulets to the floor and she noticed that four remaining attackers were stuck in the same situation as them. Them the neon lights appeared and began to cover them one by one, causing then person inside to disappear when it faded away into nothing. The people on the floor were first, followed by Mr. Carmon and his granddaughter. Jessie forced herself to turn as the light harmlessly began to engulf her and looked up into Phoenix's frightened and horrified eyes.
"JESSIE!"
"PHOENIX!"
Unknowing to the group even as dark skies filled with secrets poured on and cried in anguish to the loss it had just received, the show at Circué du freak due to a close and people scattered for their cars to avoid the grieving skies anger, having no knowledge of the events that had just occurred so close to where they had been enjoying the wonders of talent people had to offer. At the mouth of the tent, Mario stood worriedly as he waited for his missing family members to return from their carriage to speak with him...
