AN: I apologize so, so much! I went on a very unexpected hiatus, but I'm back now. This is a Dark Woods Circus I have published on my dA as well. If you'd like to look at my deviantART, my username would be ChubbyNarwhal. ;D
"Do you like circuses?"
The little girl paused, looking around to see where the voice came from. As she layed eyes on the figure, she nearly screamed.
There were two people, standing very close, so it seemed. Upon further inspection, the little girl could see they were sewn together. A boy and a girl, both blonde with wide blue eyes. An array of colorful tattoos covered their faces, and a grin was spread ear-to-ear on the girl's face. The boy, however, kept his sorrowful gaze low, a half-smile weakly attempted on his lips.
"Do you like circuses?" The girl asked again.
The little girl's interest peaked, overcoming her fear. "Circuses? Where is it?" She looked around expecting to see the tip of a tent showing over the horizon.
"Come with us." The boy and the girl said in unison, holding out their hands. The little girl took the hand of the boy, feeling more comfortable with him than his maniacally happy sister.
A hint of a true smile appeared on the boy's face, but before the little girl could read his expression, they whisked her away, down a seemingly well-worn path in the woods that disappeared behind them.
As lanterns began to shine through the trees, the twins let go of her hand and vanished. The little girl pushed through the undergrowth until she came upon a huge tent. She sat there in awe, and thought nothing else could shock her until they emerged from the tallest of the trees.
Two people, at least ten meters tall, dressed in finery. They were both female, but the one with white hair wore a form-fitting suit instead of the dress her blonde companion twirled in. With careful, arranged steps, they took on a waltz, circling the tent.
"Go in!" The boy twin's voice called from the shadows. "Enter the tent!" He urged her on, his voice excited now.
The little girl tore her eyes away from the giants, and began a skipping run into the tent.
Inside was lit up every color of the rainbow, maybe more. She took her seat in the first row, eagerly grasping the edge of her red jacket. Finally the lights dimmed, and a single spotlight glowed in the center of the stage. From a cloud of black smoke, the ringmaster appeared. He was deathly pale, his hair brunette and a pair of glasses rested on the bridge of his nose.
As another light joined the first, the little girl could see he was a statue. Made of chalk.
"Tonight, we'll be showing
The sad fate that some of this world carry.
Children that God has abandoned, restlessly creeping out.
Children who can't even carry the trembling limbs they were born with.
Their shaking tongues even accidentally cry out.
The crowns of their head that caress the dark clouds.
They smile as they dream of their mother's embrace. Ooh, the deformity!"
Deformity? The little girl pressed into the back of her seat, suddenly fearful of what was to come. A small smile lit up her face, however, erasing her fear, as the twins leaped onto the stage. The boy locked eyes with her, smiling just like his sister, but not fakely.
"One with two heads!" The chairman yelled out. The twins jumped around, performing acrobatics gracefully with their mangled body. The little girl grinned and clapped, laughing loudly.
Suddenly, the twins disappeared, and a beautiful singing filled the tent. It was loud and sorrowful, and brought tears to the little girl's eyes as the voice sang of her deformity, her sadness. The little girl caught sight of the twins at the side of the stage closest to her. The girl still grinned, but the boy's head was bent, shaking as he sobbed and sang along quietly.
His voice is beautiful too, the little girl thought. She leaned forward to rest a hand on his shoulder, too comfort him somehow. She had just brushed his ponytail with her fingers when a pair of hands sprung from a trapdoor and grabbed her. The twins turned, the girl wearing the same expression, the boy's face filled with regret. He continued to sing, yet managed to mouth 'I'm sorry.'