Welcome to the Show
APH fanfic
Chapter 1: She's dead!
The ringmaster was dead.
Her mangled body laid on the stage before them, held up high by the noose of twine ringed around her bloody broken neck. The culprit was not too far away, trembling against the wooden post he had been tied to. Everyone knew he was scared of his punishment for letting her die, but how could one defend themselves and others with their arms tied behind their back? All she did was stumble and fall right into the White Beast's cage, the door slamming and locking with a loud iclick/i. She hadn't had time to reach the key hanging from her skirt when the white haired man jumped her, leaving him to hear her screams of agony and terror.
He couldn't help but look at the others around him, some that shared his grotesque face and others left perfectly intact on the outside, but the inside was a completely different story. He could feel their gazes of pity, the looks of sympathy that were directed to his scarred scaley back. Does anyone wish I was alive? The bitter thought was quickly drowned by the happy pleasent image before his dull green eyes; a blonde man stood there holding a young child in a blue and white sailor suit, whilst a woman with short blonde hair and a green dress grinned as if she was posing for a camera. But the image went up in flames, screams of agony and pain were heard as the two story house before him burned to the ground and took the two lives within it's fiery walls.
He bowed his head as another man entered the main tent, his icy blue eyes glazed over with the fire of hatred. A platinum blond boy stood not too far away in the shadows of a tent flap, his violet eyes wide with worry for the other carny as the man pulled out a brown leather whip from his side. The carny tied to the post didn't dare to look up as the whip was raised above the other mans' head, knowing full well that he would be punished more if he even glanced at him. But the whip never met his skin; instead, a stinging flash caused him to yelp loudly, biting his lower lip as to contain the painful need to scream. The other carnies watched fearfully as the silver blade was brought down over and over again, leaving specks of crimson blood over the man's usually pristine ice blue uniform.
Two pairs of eyes - one of a crystal blue sea hidden behind rectangular frames and the other a dark sapphire blue that it could easily be mistakened for violet, shimmered with unshed tears as the torture continued on the reptile-like man. When it was finally over, the sun had just begun to peak above the blackened trees, the shadows disappearing from the tent to reveal a mydriad of characters sitting in the bleachers, some with more than normal working limbs and others in their uniforms designed for their perfomance that they couldn't remove. Blood stained the light green skin and scales, the man smirking grimely in satisfaction. However, now there was a new task at hand.
Until they found a new Ring Master, the show must go on.
Alright, I hoped you enjoyed that. Now, this is an OC fanfic, meaning that there is an OC in this, but she will not come in until the next chapter. Also, I'm not sure about the personality of General Winter, so please forgive me if I got anything wrong. I don't own anything I write about. I just own my OC.