"Move faster! Or do you want to spend your lives rotting in a cell?" roared the voice as the owner skidded to a halt, trying to motivate the people behind him to keep moving. It didn't take much effort as no less then seven people quickly darted before him into the inky darkness ahead, the eighth lingering behind only to throw knives at their perpetrators, only judging by the freckles of light behind.

Even though they were being persecuted, the tall, shadow-covered figure couldn't help but snicker as the blades made a sickening 'squelch' sound upon striking a few of group's pursuers, leaving the chasers motionless behind them. He wasn't the only one who made a sound of some satisfaction, as a clear, echoing laugh from the thrower bounced into his ears as she overtook him and moved with the rest of the pack.

The man didn't want to really openly express his sick, twisted emotions. To hear such a frighteningly beautiful sound meant they were still in danger. They were too close to their persecutors.

The group kept running, sticking as close to the enormous pine trees as they could without smashing into the trunks, staying as a small pack and slicing anyone in their way. The dominant male cursed several times as they ran. He had been careless. The one time he failed to check that an area was safe for them to arrive in, they were attacked. It had been a miracle they managed to escape.

They were alive... yet they had to drop everything they owned and ran.

He wasn't sure how long they had been. The moon was resting behind thick, angry clouds and had been for hours which the group of nine spent in the icy pouring rain, running non-stop. It actually... unnerved the man a bit. He could hear the thunder but the was something... off about its tone and the way it sounded. Too much lightning but not enough thunder... even the rain was unusual; if not unexpected. Three of the group were covered in hoods, the rest exposed as he was to this, almost bitter-tasting liquid.

The others were getting tired, wanting to stop treading through the mud of the forest. One of them, tripping out of fatigue, and not getting up which caused the tall woman in front of him to skid to a halt and try carry him to the destination: anywhere but back there. If they went back there... it was off to their bloody 'Human containment hospitals.'

"Master... should we take a break?" came a rough voice from ahead. The man didn't respond. In all honesty, he did want to rest. But now was too risky...

"Wait a second..." he muttered before the gang suddenly stopped where they were, as if scared mice near a playful cat. "I didn't mean literally," The man crossly looked out in front to see the tallest hooded figure in fighting stance, her eyes glowing yellow as she spotted something with her night vision.

"Master. We have company..." she hissed as headlights from all directions came on. It was another trap. They had been waiting for them! They purposely driven them into a circle of these monsters, ready to take them all away.

"So... you have arrived. So nice for you to join us," said a familiar, yet hated voice. The cloaked figure on all fours gave a growl but the man held him back; blinking from the sudden brightness, the man looked around at his wet and dirtied cohorts. Everyone in his crew had either looks of hatred or fear in their eyes as they saw the furred creatures and the armoured machines around them. All except the woman who detected their enemy's presence, she was looking blankly at her sparking fists in complete confusion. "Anything to say?" the furred animal asked as it looked upon them curiously, ignoring the thunder and the closer flashes of lightning.

"Go fuck yourself,"

"Such crude language... but... expected from scum like you," the pointed eared figure said as he turned to the armed creatures. The female with the knives kept looking at him, but he made a silent warning not to make the first move. No risky business was needed tonight. "Take them all. Make sure the blue woman and the one with the cane stay alive... but do what you want with the rest if they misbehave."

"You'll get them over my dead body."

"That can be arranged."

The troupes nodded and marched towards the gang, weapons raised. The man and his outnumbered gang gave individual spits of curses and insults as they took up their own weapons, ranging from silk to whips. From ice to cold blades, they were armed and ready to fight what might have been seen as a pointless fight.

However, the dark glares and the battle positions were unnecessary as the sparking woman gave a high pitched howl into the night. Her eyes glowed an alive, electric blue as the aura around her hands grew to tremendous proportions. Without knowing what she was doing, she gave a blood-curdling screech and punched the tree behind her, sending freakishly powerful shockwaves through the earth and knocking back all of her enemies. Lights crashed and people yelled as machines were overturned, people were crushed and the creatures were sent flying back. The gang grimaced and managed to hold their ground, wondering what would happen next.

The woman placed her hand where her other hand, still on the tree, was and began pulling slowly, as if she was trying to rip the tree in two. However, as the lightning and thunder danced overhead, the woman did not rip the tree, but what seemed like a hole in the very fabric of reality itself.

What had formed was a swirling blue portal in the same shade of her eyes. When she had expanded her arms as wide as she could and increased the size of the portal, she jumped in, leaving the rest to look the sparking, moving thing in amazement.

The man was the first to recover as he heard the disgruntled yells of their pursuers and the order to pick themselves up and capture them.

Let's see the options; a mysterious portal to the unknown or a one way trip to the stupid containment wards?

"Quick! Get into the portal!" The man snapped. Immediately, the group didn't question their orders, ran towards what could have been their salvation. One by one they jumped through, only leaving that man and two younger men in front of him. The man glared as he looked at the remaining two who didn't listen to his orders. Both were complaining, but one was searching for something, only using the light of the portal for guidance.

"No, you idiot, leave the matches and get into the portal!" he snapped as he kicked the foolish boy into the portal, where he disappeared without another word. There was only one of his crew members left. It always had to be the new ones... "and I don't care if you fucking sleep with them! GET INTO THE BLOODY PORTAL!"

"There they are! Get them before they escape!" The man cursed and shoved the boy in before whipping at the portal randomly. It seemed like the aura energy didn't like the man's assault on it as it immediately began to close up. Satisfied with this reaction, the man stuck up his middle finger to the people behind him before darting through the portal, a triumphant smile on his face. "Where did they go? Find them! Burn the whole forest if you have to! FIND THEM!"

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Two Worlds, One Circus

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Review! Prologue written by Pikana

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Okay, this is a crossover between my fic, Circo De la Luna and what is considered 'canon' around here. The epic Smash Mansion with all the brawlers under one roof. You don't have to read Circo De la Luna but I'd like if it you did.

There will be no OCs in the story for the record...

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