A/N. Thank you to 'Dragoncat', 'Ghibly101' and 'SatyrsUnite' for reviewing! Blue is going to be paired with another character, so if any of you have any preference for a character that you want it to be review or PM me! Reviews are cookies!

It was like chalk on a black board, the sound of the animals being lashed at and broken in, losing whatever hope they have; no freewill, no heart to resist anymore.

As hard as I tried to block out the sound it would always find a way in. After the gruelling torture the animals would have to perform… Meaning that the monster would alsohave to perform.

Every day we would travel -always on the move- and we would perform at each location. It was like the circus was running away from something, never stopping, never resting, always traveling.

Generally, that is what circus's do, but we never have any rest. Each night we have to do 2 hours of constant performing in front of a large audience, little children and their parents, looking astonished at how the animals did things that they would not normally do.

And always, always, my performance would be last. The star of the show… It said that everywhere, on banners, leaflets and everyone came to see 'The Amazing Blue, the Lion.'

I would stand on a large block, people clapping, taking pictures; finally getting their chance to see me. I felt exposed, always on show, like some piece of art.

He would make me jump through burning rings of fire, walk on tightropes and jump down from great heights. Make me stand on my hind legs and dance like a dancing bear, it was humiliating.

If I didn't comply with his wishes, he would whip me until my back was raw and continue doing so even after it healed.

But, today we were preforming in Westchester County, New York.

New York; a City where your dreams come true, apparently there is nothing you can't do. Well, Alicia Keys, you were wrong.

I can't go outside and I can't do anything because my freewill and independence was stolen away from me when I arrived at the Circus.

Hours passed, the show time was gradually getting closer and closer and the curtain call was waiting. Crowds of people, young and old were forming; munching on their popcorn and settling in their seats waiting for the show to begin.

After what seemed years of waiting, the show finally began.

Him- the Ringmaster, the one who hurts the innocent animals, stood up on the podium and gave his normal speech, everyone clapped.

Now commence the torture.

He took out his crop and the first of the animals was made to perform. I just have to wait until the end of the show for my nightmare to begin. Again.

I watched the show from the side lines, where no one could see me looking at the crowd. Scanning them, sizing them up, looking for a hope.

Hello.

My body stiffened; It was happening again; the voices. This time it was male, and very British. It reminded me of home, my heart clenched at the thought.

Suddenly, a roar of noise pulled me out of my thoughts and back to the present.

It was time.

The event that everyone had been waiting for; my act.

Resisting the urge to cry, I took a deep breath and glared with all my might at the Ringmaster. If looks could kill, the Ringmaster would be a withering heap on the floor. But sadly that is not my mutation. Oh, how I wish it was, but unfortunately mine is a lot worse than that.

I went backstage and transformed into the monster, the other animals cowered in fear, being submissive and hiding away from the feral beast.

I stalked onto the stage, my claws digging and ripping the wooden flooring, my mouth baring sharp, white teeth and my ears pointed back in rage.

I leapt onto the podium, people cheering all around me. I put all of my barriers up and waited for my act to begin.

But, something in the audience caught my eye; a man in a wheelchair, thin legs that appeared as if they hadn't been used in years and a suit covered his small body. Power and control was radiating from him in waves, he kind eyes burrowed into mine with sympathy in their irises.

My eyes wavered to the man next to him; he was strong, powerful, as well in a physical way. He had a strong jaw, sideburns that covered his cheeks, chocolate brown hair spiked up at each side of his head; a sort of feral look about him, but caring eyes.

Hello

My eyes flickered back to the first man, it was the voice again. I tilted my head to the side in a questioning way.

He had a slight smile on his lips and caring eyes, my ears went slightly forward in astonishment; he was like me, a mutant. I almost tried to reply.

But, a sharp pain in my back stopped my thoughts like a train crash.

A/N. Going to leave it there, who do you want Blue to end up with, romanti3ally? Review or PM me! Marmiexx