I lost my muse for writing cause I wasn't stimulated and when I went on yesterday I found a lot of my stuff's time had expired.
I was writing two fan fics that I hadn't saved as a word document that I have now lost. *sighs*
Oh well, I still remember them. I learnt my lesson.
Anyway, I regained my muse while listening to a song on deviantart, a song with no words.
The person had created the song of a flash comic someone made and while I was listening to it, I couldn't help but think of everyone in this story: of their trouble and the trouble that will come. It made me feel like writing again, and I have. In that one night, I listened to this song over and over again and wrote this chapter.
So, if you would like the full experience of the chapter (to understand where my mind set was at the time) I shall include a link at the end of the chapter.
But! Before I do so, I must thank the person who wrote the song for they were MY inspiration.
Thank you geo1992 for writing such a beautiful and inspiring song. This chapter is all thanks to you.
Enjoy~
Chapter 8 –
The alarm startles both Shan and Fly as they look around.
Men and women were stalking into their tent for a brief look before running off, leaving a gap in the flap of the tent, enabling Fly a peek at the commotion outside.
She could see the entire circus scattered around the place, seemingly searching for someone or something.
And by their expressions, Fly could tell it was something important.
The flap rustles open again as Viv and Nick return; the boys cheeks streaked with dried tears as the girls lay dry, her eyes emotionless. They walk towards the corner of the tent and sit down, Viv's head tilted down to keep her eyes hidden behind her fringe. Nick's eyes were the only ones that Shan and Fly could see. And in that instant, they wished they couldn't for the look of disappear and shame was evident.
Fly shakes her cadge, demanding to be free and claiming that they were monsters.
Shan hung his head, gripping the bars in anger as tears fell from his eyes too.
Viv never lifted her head, even though the angry shouts from outside were increasing and Fly's murderous shouting echoed inside the brightly coloured tent.
Fay could of sworn she had just heard Fly crying out in rage and anger, but thought otherwise as she proceeded towards what looked like an abandoned tent. All that she had come across had said that they were too busy to tend to her questions, and told her to go to the run down tent, mistaking her for one of their own. She had no choice but to listen to what they said, hoping some answers may lie behind the tent flaps.
Pulling aside one of the flaps, she enters the tent.
What she sees is a woman, young or old was hard to tell, whose head rested on the side of a pole that kept the side of the tent protruding outwards. Her arms rest along her chest in a criss-cross motion, hands dangling on either side. He legs stretch out to the other side of the tent, the pants looking like material that would be better used as curtains. The black material slacks were obviously hand made, the stitching evident along the side. But that wasn't what shocked Fay the most. It was the length of the woman's legs. Her feet were touching the other side of the tent, the tent being nearly three meters on its own.
The woman notices the young girl's presence and sits up a little, her slouching posture giving extra length to her already long legs. Fay looks at her eyes, at the dark intense stare, as the woman tilts her head back, revealing more of her face.
She was scowling.
"What are you doing here?" She finally says. Fay jumps at her voice, not expecting it to be so quiet and gentle. "What do you want?"
"I-I was told to come here." Fay replies.
The woman stares at the teen for a few seconds more before sighing. She sits up, dragging her legs along the ground, before resting her back properly against the metal pole.
"It would be best if you leave." She says. "Now."
"I'm sorry." Fay says, a little embarrassed. "I didn't know anyone was in here, let alone resting. I'll leave you now."
Fay turns around and is about to exit when she hears the woman say "No."
The teen turns around.
"No, I mean you should leave this circus, leave this forest." The woman says. "This place is dangerous, and turns those who venture too close into tormented beings whose lives serve no purpose."
"Wha-? How can you say that?" Fay declares. "Everyone's life has a purpose, ahs a meaning." The woman looks up, apparently startled by Fay's outburst as the teen continues. "I felt like that not too long ago, but it was only thanks to those around me that I could pick myself up and believed I was important, that I meant something more to someone else. That's my purpose now, to live for those who care for me. I… I don't want to hurt them any more."
Tears form in the teen's eyes as she recalls what she has learnt. She wasn't Fay, but someone else. And even that person, to her, seemed more like a dream than a reality. So how can she believe in a dream, when even the dream is shrouded in lies?
Shouting distracts her thoughts as the sound of moving feet increases.
The woman looks around before moving something aside a little. "Quickly." She whispers, pointing to the crates she had just moved. "Hide behind here."
Choosing to ask questions later, Fay does as the woman requests as she bounds over the woman's legs and quickly slides into the gap that was just formed.
It was small, and cramped, but it was better than being seen.
The sound of a struggle could be heard as a girl's cries of pain rang in the tent. Shouting, along with a few foul words, followed by the sound of something hard coming into contact with flesh was heard before the people left and the woman opened up the gap once more.
Fay saw the girl from before, her long legs bleeding from scratches and knife wounds while her head bleed from being hit quiet hard in the head. Her eyes were closed, and for a second Fay thought she was dead. But she soon notices the small rise of the girl's chest.
"This is the truth behind the circus." The woman says. At the sound of her elder's voice, Izabellz opens up an eye and looks to Fay. She holds up a hand, shaking, as she holds onto Fay's. "Izabellz." She says before falling into a deep sleep.
Fay turns to the woman, stuck for words, before the woman shakes her head. "Izabellz is only sixteen. She came here by accident, and they took it as an opportunity to stretch her legs. I was here long before she came. Two is far better than one, if you are able to get such a gift."
"Wh-why would they do such a thing?" Fay asks, her speech beginning to slur a little.
"Because they can." The woman replies. "All of us here, we are all orphans. We have no home, no family, nothing and no one to claim us. We are expendable. We are worthless. We are resources for those who call this 'research'. Our lives mean nothing to them; our existence is only to be used as test subjects, gunnie pigs to their wild whims. We are only means to an end. And once we have been all used up, we are discarded into the forest, left to die. We are freaks. We have no hope, no dreams, no life. The only thing keeping me from ending it all is that girl over there. She is the only thing keeping me strong. If not for her, I would be long gone from this place. I would be somewhere else, I guess."
"Then why didn't you?" Fay asks.
The woman smiles a sad smile as she hangs her head. "If I did, then she would have been alone." Looking up, she holds out a hand to Fay. Reluctantly, the teen takes the hand in hers and squeezes it gently.
"I'm Fay." She says, thinking the delayed introduction was more than needed.
The woman smiles before squeezing the hand gently. "Senz."
"So, how did you get here?" Fay asks. Her vision was getting blurrily and her body becoming numb. The only thing preventing her from sleep was the soft pressure on both hands and the conversation she was having at hand. But even the teen knew that soon she would lose consciousness.
Senz smiles sadly, again, before shaking her head. "It is best if we don't recall the past. It is something better left forgotten."
"Okay, then can you tell me about this places history?"
"That is something I can't do." Senz replies. "This place, as far as I know, has no history. It's existed for as along as this forest has been named. At least, that's what I had heard."
"But that's impossible." Fay says. "I mean, how can a place have no history? It's like it's a…"
"A what, Fay?"
"A ghost circus?"
"No, not that, but you were on the right path."
"The remains of a shrine?"
"No, Fay. Think harder. What is it like?"
"A refugee camp."
Senz nods her head.
"This place was a place for wanders and travellers. Now it is a place for the damned. You are trapped here forever now Fay. You had you're chance to escape, and you lost it."
Senz looks up and Fay gasps in horror. The look in Senz's eyes, they weren't natural. It was a look of joy, or happiness, and of blood lust.
"You will join the circus, Fay." She says, her voice sending chills down the teen's spine, turning her blood to ice. "You will become a part of the circus. You will never leave, and your blood will flow on an endless parade for all who wish for it."
"Senz, you're freaking me out right now." Fay says, pulling her hand out of the woman's grip.
Senz tilts her head to the side, her maniac smile slowly creeping down into a grim look.
"But Fay, didn't you know?" She says.
"Know? Know what?"
"But I thought you knew."
"Knew what? What am I supposed to know?"
"But Fay, dear Fay..."
"What? Tell me what I'm supposed to know?"
"You're fell asleep minutes ago Fay."
The teen looks back at the woman, a blank expression overcoming her face, as she lays back to where Izabellz should be resting. But all she hit was the hard, cold ground. She stares up at the roof of the tent as Senz's legs rest on her chest.
She was dreaming, yet everything felt so real.
"When did I fall asleep?"
"When I grabbed your hand, after I told you my name."
"For real?"
"Yes."
"Then can I ask you something."
"A statement, not a question. Ask."
"Why are you still here? Why haven't you disappeared like Izabellz has?"
"That's because I am not Senz."
"Then who are you?"
Senz smiles.
"I am Angel."
The link to the page where the song is on is .com/gallery/24250483#/d2wuprx
This is also the person who writes the flash comic, so check out her work too if you want.
