A Night at the circus
The stage. The performance. The attention. The thrill. The applause.
This was what Electra Switchblade thrived off of. Daring acts that could cause pain but done correctly can make an audience gasp in awe...
She was a performer in a small circus company in Gotham. She would juggle and throw knives with perfect precision. She discovered her talent when she was five and would play in the kitchen with the sharp items and throw them at the cupboards.
At the age of 15 she joined Gotham circus and has worked here for 6 years now...
It was ten minutes till her act. She put her short, blue hair up in a side ponytail and re adjusted her leotard.
She looked over at the picture of her brother. He went missing when he was seventeen; she was 11 at the time. He was always there for her growing up, helping her with gymnastics and taught her to fight the bully's at school. However, one night there was a mass breakout at Arkham asylum, where he worked. Many mass murders and psychopaths escaped and many were killed. He apparently was fighting a patient and was shot in the head. Strangest thing was. His body was nowhere to be seen.
Five minutes till her set. Electra walked out of her dressing room and onto the stage wings,
"Sorry!" she bumped into a man all in black back stage that just kept walking. No angry replies like most people give her,
What's up with him? She thought as she peered out to see her audience.
Her partner was already tied up on stage ready for knives to be thrown at, Mark was a talk lanky kid about 16, blonde hair and pasty skin. Electra and Mark got on well; she looked after him at the circus when he was new.
The crowd applauded the fire breather, as he bowed and walked off of the stage,
"Ladies and Gentle men" the ringmaster called, "I now present, the princess of pain and the Harlequin of metal...ELECTRA SWITCHBLADE!" the crowd roared as she glided onto the stage,
"Hello my wonderful audience! I, Electra Switchblade shall attempt the most daring act ever seen on this stage!" she grabbed five knives from the bucket next to Mark and placed them in her mouth, she waltzed over to the two long ribbons dangling from the top of the roof,
She took the knifes out of her mouth for a moment,
"To make this daring act even more sexy and scary... I would like an audience member please!"
She grabbed the hand of a handsome man in the front row and led him onto the stage.
"De a doll and tie this across my eyes please" she put the knifes back in her mouth, gave him a black silk scarf and he tied it across her eyes.
Once she was blinded, he led her back to the ribbons and she climbed up.
Hanging by her ankles she took the knives from her moth once again,
" I shall now attempted to throw all five knives without harming young Mark over here...Say hello Mark" she winked as she tied her body around and upside down in the ropes,
She was as high as she could go, and then *SWAOOM* *Thunk* she twirled down some of the ribbons and threw her knife at Mark. *SWAOOM* *Thunk**SWAOOM* *Thunk**SWAOOM* *Thunk* the audience gasped in awe as she repeated the move with three more knifes. Then suddenly the whole place went dark.
"S-st-stay calm!" said the ringmaster with obvious fear in his voice.
A mechanical laugh which you hear in those horror movies ran through the audience. Electra used her remaining knife to stab through the ribbon and slide down to safety. I could hear screams from the audience,
"Hey!" she shouted, she could feel someone run past knocking her down.
Still blinded by the scarf, she could sense that the lights were now working as a muffle of nervous laughter and nervous chatter erupted only to be silenced by the screams of what sounded like a 10 year old girl.
She took off her scarf and her eyes readjusted to the light. There was Mark. Tied up. Four knifes surrounding. One knife in the middle of his forehead.
She glanced down, her last knife was gone! No one would believe that she didn't throw it.
Her mind started racing, who threw the extra knife, it wasn't me, was it? No! I've done this a million times before, but maybe... never, no! Shit!
She knew that everyone would blame her anyways so she ran back stage to her dressing room, her locked dressing room, her haven, the safest place she could thi-
"It's open," she said.
She didn't lock her door, it was slightly ajar.
She crept slowly to it. Wishing she had her last knife in her hand to defend herself.
She hesitated at the door handle.
She slowly rose her hand up and pushed on the wood and peered inside...
Hey guys! I'm suffering from a VERY bad case of writers block at the moment so this is another bit of writing I'm doing over Easter to help me with the other stuff hope you have had a good Easter and what not :D hopefully see you soon