Do I have to say it?
No. I do NOT own Cirque du Freak or anything that derives from it. I just made this fanfic. 'Tis all. Enjoy. =]
Chapter One:
It was cold walking home from the cemetery. I couldn't see very well, either. The sky was cloudy, and it covered up most of the moon's light beams. Even so, I walked down the streets toward my home, gripping my hand the entire way. It was still bleeding, but not as steadily as before. The anger, though, the rage, the frustration, the urge – no, the need – for revenge still pulsed through my cross-shaped cut.
He was my friend. My friend! We played soccer together, shared answers on tests, laughed for hours, battled through video games, gone to the movies, visited freak shows...
And where had that all gone? I should have known. I just can't trust anyone in this stupid world. They all hate me, think I'm a monster, enjoy shattering my dreams. Well I've learned that tonight. Nobody, not even best friends, can be trusted. They'll take all your wishes right out from under your noses and then act all high and mighty over it.
Well that's it. I'm tired of being looked down on! I'm going to take revenge on him, him and that idiotic vampire friend of his. I'll track them down. I'll torture them, I'll make them scream for their mothers like a baby, I'll show them hell.
It had been at least half an hour until I got back to my home, but I still wasn't over my hatred of him. I walked straight past my worthless mother, who'd fallen asleep on the couch, and walked upstairs to my room. I slammed the door, not caring if my mother woke up. That bitch can do whatever she wants, and I'll do the same.
Still fuming over my betrayal, I kicked my bed so hard that half of my mattress fell off the side. I grabbed pillows and threw them around the room, knocking off books, a lamp, and all my other stuff around the room. I tore a few posters off the wall, tossed my chair towards the door, and stomped around everywhere.
Even after all that, I only continued to get more angry. I scrambled through the drawers in my desk, searching for one thing I kept hidden. I pulled it out sometimes when I got really upset after having to deal with that woman downstairs. Tonight, though, it was going to serve a different purpose.
I pulled the picture out the drawer and straightened one of the edges out. I studied it briefly, scanning over my face (what a handsome devil I am), glancing briefly at the soccer ball I was holding, then staring at the boy standing next to me, also holding the ball. He had his arm around me, smiling that goofy, crooked grin he always had. What a doofus I was. Some friend he turned out to be. Maybe if I had seen through that stupid mask of his before...
But just thinking about that possibility made my blood boil. I was so close! I ripped the picture in half, separating me from the traitor. I stabbed it on the wall and drew a large red target around it, mumbling to myself of plots, schemes, and revenge the whole time.
"One day, I'll get you back," I muttered, pulling away from the one kid I used to call my best friend. "You will die one day, Darren Shan. You'll be killed, and your murderer..." I pulled my head back and laughed in triumph, just thinking of the day I'd get my revenge, "shall be me! Steve Leopard!"
A/N: So I actually didn't know what I was going to do with this fanfic at all until after I started the disclaimer. It'll be the retelling of (most of) the Cirque du Freak saga. Welcome, friends, to the vampaneze side of the story! I hope you like the idea, but even if you don't, I'll keep going with it! Review and add to your favorites, and I *PROMISE* I will not disappoint you!
Even in death, may you be triumphant.
-PixieTitan-Uchiha