Hey TheHeartlessNukia here!
I needed to write this fanfiction down before I forget the story I thought of while I was listening to the Nightwish's album called Imaginaerum, it's going to be one of those update in my spare time fanficitons between writing my Attack on Titan and Death Note fanfics I'm working on if you get what I mean.
There will be some song lyrics from the song Storytime by Nightwish, it's an amazing song which give you that feeling of a Circus atmosphere. It's going to be short chapters and not that long, just a nice little fanfic to work on when I need a change of screen.
So I hope you enjoy this little fanfiction I just threw together, if not I am sorry!
Chapter 1!
Looking up at the night sky and watching the stars twinkling above me, the old bare trees of the woods I was hiding in were creaking above me has a cold breeze swept through the woods. I had been hiding for most of the day until dusk had fallen, it was now my time to move on and find a place for me to stay for the night. But I had one last thing I needed to do before I left the shelter of the woods, I needed to dispose of the body of the young woman I had murdered a few hours ago by the roadside.
The woman's name held no importantance to me, but the contents of her handbag was my main priority. When I first saw her walking along the roadside all by herself I knew my luck maybe changing, I was short of money and her handbag seemed to be the prefect option to me at the time. But she fought back with all of her might, so I had no other choice but to silence her for good with the spare strap of my rucksack.
The way she struggled beneath my weight and the way she tried to pry my hands away from the spare strap of my rucksack was delightful, oh how she tired to scream. The light fading from her pale green eyes not long after the struggle had began made me grin, her last gasps for air were like musicail notes to my ears. Her face turned red and her body went limp, her fight was finally over. Her hands fell to her sides and a vacant expression appeared across her face, she was now sleeping with the angels.
The contents of her handbag was pitiful, she had many colourful flowing scarfs and a bottle of perfume in her bag. She only had £20 in her purse which was an disappointment, it would only pay for a meal or two until I found my next victim to rob or maybe bury.
Looking over my shoulder at the woman lying not far from me, her corpse should now be cold I thought to myself has I pulled my sleeves up on my hoody. I walked over to her and looked down at my victim, she was quite fair of face in the moonlight. I picked her up from the the cold leafy ground and carried her deep into the woods, I needed somewhere unseen to hide her body from the woodland walkers.
It wasn't long until I found woodland ditch, it was perfect with the deep and muddy water which had gathered with the rainy weather Winchester had been experiencing for the last few days. Her body would decompose over time in the water logged ditch and with luck her body would remain hidden for many years to come. Carefully placing her body down in the ditch and making sure she would remain underneath the water with the help of many large sized rocks which I placed on top of her to weigh her down, she was now hidden from the eyes of the world.
Making my way back through the dark woods until I returned to where I had left my rucksack, it was leaning up against a tree with the woman's handbag not far from it. Garthering up my victim's belongings and stuffing them inside of a hole in an old tree truck, I even placed twigs over the hole to obscure it from the eyes of others.
I picked my rucksack up from the ground and carried to back towards the road, I then hung my rucksack over my shoulder has I pulled my hood over my head. Looking both ways at the roadside and smirking to myself when my gaze stopped on some familiar lights far away in the distance, it wouldn't be long until they were looking for me.
Breathing in the night's chlly air while I began to walk along the dark road with the odd skip in my step, it had been over six hours since I left that place I once called my prison. I had been an orphan since the age of seven, my parents had died in a mysterious way one night on a long drive along a dark and winding road in London.
The police said it was an accident, but I know for a fact that it was down to fowl play due to the debts they owned to many loan sharks in the London area. I did not cry for my parent's demise, they deserved what they got for the years of let downs since I was born and that went double for my Father. I had no other family to fall back on or god parents because I was never christened, I was all alone in the world until I was sent to The Wammy's House.
The man who owned the orphanage was a clever and kind man, he went by the name of Watari even though I could see his real name with my unusual eyes. I had a gift which many would call a curse if they could see what I could see with my eye, but to me they were a gift from the Grim Reaper. I could see when people were going to die which amused and entertained me, it was the only excitement I had left in this dull world.
I was called a freak and feared by most of the orphans, but I did not care with my Alternative by my side. He was the only friend I had in this world until the Worlds Greatest Detective took him away from me with the pressure he placed on his fragile shoulders. It was not long until my Alternative's will was broken by him and my only friend in all the world took a knife to his own wrists, how his ruby coloured blood flowed that night on the bathroom floor.
I was then left alone and called his Backup, how I despite that name he had given me. I could not live up to what he wanted me to be in his eyes, so I decided to leave and make my own way in the world. I packed my rucksack and left my old life behind in the orphanage, it was now my turn to become a lost boy like many other children before me who had decided to runaway from that place.
Looking up at the sky when I heard a rumble of thunder I sighed deeply to myself, it looked like it was going to pour from the heavens. Maybe the angels saw what I did not long ago to that woman, I once heard that they wept for the innocent people of the world who were taken away so cruelly. I felt the first drops of rain hit my cheek, I needed to find shelter and quickly before I got soaked through to my bones. But by pure luck I saw some colouful lights moving around in the night sky and I even swore I could smell popcorn wafting through on the breeze, it wasn't long until I saw a Circus tent in a field.
" How delightful..." I smirked.
Quickening my walking pace it wasn't long until I was standing outside of the gate of the field where the Circus tent was pitched, it was a wondrous sight to behold to a weary traveler like me. The black and white striped Circus tent was lit up with white lights and I could hear music filling the air around me, I then heard the most enchanting female's voice coming from the inside of the Circus tent.
I am the voice of Never-never-land,
The innocence, the dreams of every man,
I am the empty crib of Peter Pan,
A silent kite against the blue, blue sky,
Every chimney, every moonlit sight
I am the story that will read you real,
Every memory that you hold dear...
I listened to every line she had to sing and I could help but be intrigued by the words of the song, she knew how to enchant the ears of men with her sweet siren song. It stirred my curiosity even more when I saw the silhouettes of people dancing along the inside of the Circus tent's walls, there was spell afoot and I longed to be part of it even though the thought of entering that tent repulsed me. I had never been keen on Circuses, the thought of unknown people in Clown makeup sent chills down my spine.
I am the journey,
I am the destination,
I am the home
The tale that reads you
A way to taste the night
The elusive high
Follow the madness
Alice, you know once did...
I brought my finger tip to my bottom lip has a smirk crept across my face, I want to the follow the madness like Alice once did. I opened the gate wide to the field and walked through it's gateway, but I did not close the gate behind me. I continued to walk through the muddy field with the Circus tent in my sight, the outline of it's roof looked eerie against the night sky with each lighting flash that the thunder storm produced. But without warning a male's voice boomed from the tent, his words were more welcoming than the female's song.
" Come all and welcome to my Neverland where all of your dreams will come true, the last great adventure waits before you all!" He said while the music continued to play. " There is a home for every lost boy and girl, this is where you can call home if you ever want to runaway with us!"
I couldn't help but chuckle whilst I walked because his words amused me, he's inviting every unknown person to be part of his home which was dangerous. But I only want one night of shelter from the rain, I planned not to stay unless there is a reason for me to linger. It wasn't long until I was at the entrance of Circus tent, the flap of the tent which was it's door was being held open by a hook and the sight that greeted me was more magical then I could have ever imagined.
The Ringmaster spoke his words while men dressed has pirates juggled knifes around him, there were dancers on silk ropes above him and lost boys surrounding him. This was truly madness, I had never seen anything like this in all of my life. The woman who sang her siren song appeared with a group of Indian maidens, they were followed by more pirates and then faeries. But what intrigued me the most about this Circus act was that they all shared the same death date, I guess there is a reason for me to stick around after all I thought to myself has I entered the Circus tent with a chuckle.