The Devil's Carnival, does it ever really change?
Tamara walked slowly as the man seemed to jump around in front of her. He was looked around and stilled on some animal targets. He paused in his footing. He leaned on a nearby locker. He slowly turns toward Tamara.
"You are like a little tadpole." He had a short laugh after he spoke.
Tamara just stared at him. Something in the way he said it brought terror into her heart. She backed up. Tadpole. She can't be a tadpole. She isn't a frog in a story. She ran as fast as she could. She couldn't explain the fear, but it was the only thing she knew right now. She ran until she was back in the tent with the clowns. Only this time a man sat on a stool in the middle of the a circus ring. His skin snake like and with a greenish hue.
Tamara felt safe despite his outward appearance. She walked up to the ring. The creature looked cautiously at her.
"Excuse me. Do you know where I am?" She asked quietly.
He reached a hand up to his ear. As if to signal that he couldn't hear.
"What is this place?" Tamara asked louder.
The snake like being stood up and bowed.
"You are in the Devil's Carnival." The being said quickly returning to a standing position.
Tamara stood still as he said this. She took in the information. Devil's Carnival? Like Hell?
He came forward. He beckoned Tamara to come into the ring with him. She stepped into the ring.
"What do you fear?"
"What?" She asked.
Tamara turns to come face to face with a mirror. No not a mirror. The man had changed into an image of herself. The being just stood watching her. Tamara let a cry of surprise escape her lips. A single note rung through the room. It rung. A sound almost deafening.
The snake like being changed back. He watched her in surprise. He offered a hand. She waited a moment before taking his hand.
"Welcome to the Devil's Carnival, I am 'The Twin'."