Some important information:

I own my OC's, Angel and Anya. Everything else belongs to Darren Shan. (Not the most important.)

No, the freak show they are currently in is not the cirque. This is supposed to be short and fast paced,
everything will be explained in chapter one! Promise!

Angel's POV

My big white and grey wings were on display once again. Anya in her tank beside be, desperate to come out of her cramped space. The noise and the people were just so annoying, a headache is coming along so bad, I don't think I'll be able to stay here for the next few hours. Some drunk men come along, pointing and tapping on Anya's glass. I wince as they come over to me. Yanking out some feathers.

Anya and I promised this was our last day, we were going to escape this dreadful place. We were. Together as best friends.

Anya's golden tail swishes in her glass, my wings involuntarily on my back. We are most definitely impatient, hungry and hurting. This man... He and his people are just pure evil. They made us stay still, or move too much the whole day. No food until dinner, if we misbehaved we were whipped. My stomach bore scars because I just wasn't one to follow rules and you couldn't exactly whip my back. Not with my wings on it. Anya had been whipped once, maybe twice, but she hardly ever was even yelled at. She is too good.

Finally we are closed down for business for the day. I wrap my wings around myself and stretch out before getting Anya's clothes and helping her out of the tank, something we made routine. Once her tail is back to legs, we go around, helping the others before we go to the dining area for our only meal of the day. I hiss as once of the men get too close. I had been raised here at the freak-show. I was found by a man working here and he raised me, naming me Angel because of my wings. Most of the freaks we had just found. They were forced into the show for a life of being shown off and for torture.

I wouldn't mind showing off my wings, but these people did it in a terrible way.

Though we were fed the one meal, it is a pitiful excuse of one. Usually just potatoes and some chicken. After we are forced into our tents for the night. Anya and I share one and tonight is the night we escape.

We slowly undo the flap to our tent and we are quick to rush out and to the back of our tent. Knowing the guard is on the other row of tents. Our row is right against the forest line so we are quick to run. I'm scared honestly, if we're caught it's going to be the worst whipping of my life. I hold my best friends hand as we run for pretty much our lives. Anya and I run until we can't anymore, then we walk. Further away from the hell hole.

"Anya," I whisper finally. "We did it."

"We did... We did!" Anya hugs me and I hug her back. We had been watching the guards for days before we figured out the pattern which they switched every week. They wanted to keep us in. The tents by the forest were the most trusted freaks, ones no one thought would run. But we did.

"We have to keep moving. I can carry you for as long as I can while I fly." I say. "It'll be faster and more efficient to know where we are going."

"Okay." Anya smiles.

We performed together often for night shows, so I carried her a lot. We did acts where I would carry her while she had her mermaid tail and we'd do flips and things until she was back in the water. I pick her up and start flying off. I couldn't help but still be scared, what if they followed us? I push that thought away as I carry Anya, flying us to what I hope is safety.

By the time morning hits, I have to go down. I already almost let Anya slip a few times, my arms were jelly. I land and stumble before regaining balance. I gently set Anya down. A town is up ahead and our goal is to make it there. We continue walking from there on in. Both of us exhausted, though admittedly, me more so.

"Look," Anya points to the town up ahead through the trees. "We're almost there."

"Anya, I... I have to stop." I mumble tiredly, sitting down.

"Can you not make it into town?" Anya asks.

"No." I huff, laying down, welcoming the ground. I didn't care, I couldn't take one more step.

"Okay..." Anya sits beside me. "Sleep well Angel."

"Thanks Anya..." By then, I'm already half asleep.