Snake's Log
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I pushed aside my tent's flap. I'm glad we're finally done in London, my friends and I can only stand so much in one city. Besides, we can't even wander around; if we do, people stare at us and whisper behind our backs, making us very uncomfortable. Wordsworth hissed, bringing me back to reality. In front of me, sitting at my table playing cards, were two strange girls. One with blue hair, the other with red. I narrowed my eyes.
"Who are you? Asks Wordsworth." I asked.
"Huh? You don't recognize us?" the girl with blue hair asked, looking fairly confused. Emily hissed at her, making her flinch.
"No, I don't recall seeing you before. Says Emily. But I should warn you, my venom can kill a person in just 30 seconds, so get out of my tent. Says Wilde." The girl's eyes widened and she hid behind her friend, who narrowed her eyes.
"T-they're poisonous?" she squeaked, trying to keep the fear out of her voice. I paused. She was scared even before she knew my friends were venomous? Goethe hissed a warning.
"You never answered our question. Says Goethe. Who are you?" This time, the redhead spoke.
"I'm Crimson, and the coward behind me is Storm." she answered boldly. "I can't believe you don't recognize us. And where's Dan? Don't you usually have nine snakes with you? I only count eight right now." she asked. I stiffened. How did she know Dan? Moreover, how did she know he wasn't here? No one else noticed, not even anyone in the first tier...this girl was the first to notice. My other snakes seemed just as stunned. I narrowed my eyes.
"How do you know Dan?" I asked. Just then, as i was about to let Keats and Oscar, who were dying to get rid of the girls, attack them, Dan slithered into the tent.
"Sstop!" he exclaimed. I hesitated. "They're not lying, we really do know them!" But it couldn't be, I'd never seen those two in my life!
"Does the word Shinigami mean anything to you, Scales?" the blue-haired one asked, though it seemed to take all of her courage to do so. My head suddenly pounded, and images flashed through my mind. Who were these people? I held my head, attempting to stop the pain and throbbing in my head. My snakes seemed uncomfortable, as well, with the exception of Dan, almost guilty, even. That name...it seemed too familiar...but...where've I heard it before?
"Don't lissten to their gamess, masster! They only wissh to confusse you! Sshouldn't you be more concerned that they're in our tent? They could eassily attack the firsst tier members from here!" Emily hissed. Something in her voice sounded sinister, but I let it pass. She was right. I took a minute to clear my head.
"No matter, come with us. Says Emily," I paraphrased, taking their wrists. Storm's eyes widened in fear when Oscar hissed, going towards her.
"C-could you at least tell the snakes to keep away from me, please?" she asked.
"The least you could do is treat your friends half-decently!" Crimson snapped. "I didn't think you were this kind of person, Snake!"
"You're no friends of ours. Says Oliver." Storm and Crimson's eyes widened, but for what seemed to be different reasons. Storm's widened in shock, Crimson's in understanding.
"The paperwork...that bastard of a director..." she muttered. "More work for us, then..." Ignoring her rambling, I took the two to Joker.
"We found these two in our tent. Says Keats. Care to explain? Asks Bronte." I translated, throwing the two in front of me. Joker seemed to recognize them, but seemed surprised.
"You two!" he exclaimed, anger apparent in his tone.
"Us two." Storm spat with contempt. What happened to her dreadful fear from just mere moments ago? Crimson seemed to think the same thing and grinned evilly, leaning close to Storm's ear.
"Hiss." Storm jumped at least a foot or two into the air, startled. She spun around, furious.
"Don't do that!" she cried. Crimson just laughed. Surprisingly, I caught myself smiling as well, before I regained my composure.
Joker banished the two from the circus, despite Dan's protests. I couldn't help but feel the slightest sense of guilt. Couldn't figure out why, though. All I knew was that something was wrong. My snakes are normally calm, and keep a neutral opinion of people. However, none of them but Dan seemed to like the girls. Something happened, I was sure of it, but for some reason, I couldn't remember anything within the week in which I'd disappeared from the circus. It was like a large chunk of my memory was gone. That girl, Storm, had called me Scales...it had seemed to trigger some form of...memories? This whole thing was confusing me. Since Dan seems to be the only one whose judgment wasn't clouded by hate, and maybe even something else, I'll speak to him later.
...The tale Dan just told seems surreal...how could this be possible? How could I forget important things like that?
"Snake! Stop lounging around and help us over here!" Beast snapped, moving a large box. The circus was pacing up, ready to leave soon. I got up, picking Dan up, then returning to my tent to get the others.
"We're going on a little...adventure." I warned them, picking them up before they could protest.
I wandered through the city and searched within a 100 meter radius of where Joker had left the two girls. I wanted to apologize to them, explain the situation as I understood it, and maybe even get my memory back. I knew I had only about two hours before the circus left, so I had to hurry.
I was hungry, tired, and ready to give up my search. An hour and 45 minutes had passed since I'd begun searching, and I hadn't made any progress. I'd even sent my snakes to go and help find them, but only Dan ever came back. I assumed everyone else was hiding or relaxing nearby, and would come if I needed their help. I sat down on a bench in the park, about to give up all hope of finding them, when I heard something. I listened closer. So my ears hadn't deceived me! Moments later, the two girls entered my field of view. Storm seemed somber, and Crimson was trying to cheer her up. All of a sudden, her eyes and mine met.
"Snake!"
It was chaos. All at once, Emily, Keats, Oscar, and Bronte leaped at Storm from behind the bushes. Emily managed to somehow bite Storm, making both the girls cry out. "Shonan!" Crimson cried in distress, running to Storm's side.
"Who? Asks Dan." I asked, not sure if I had heard correctly amidst the confusion.
"Ah, just a pet name! Nickname! Now get over here and help, they're your snakes, so control them!" Crimson snapped.
"A-ah, yes, right away!" I cried, rushing to Storm's side to help. "Where did Emily bite her?" Asks Dan." I asked urgently.
"The forearm." Crimson responded. I looked, and sure enough, two fang marks were clearly visible due to the rips in Storm's sleeve and the blood slowly seeping out from the puncture wounds. I applied pressure to the wound to at least try to slow the flow of the poison through her veins. Maybe a bit too much, though, judging by Storm's wince when I got there. I was surprised when, a minute later, I was still sensing Storm's breathing, faint as it was. I could just barely detect it, but it was there.
"How is she still-" I began.
"Alive? That doesn't matter right now. She won't exactly die from the poison, but she'll get pretty damn close, so we need to heal her as quickly as we can. And we can't, under any circumstance, let her fall into a coma, or she may never wake up..." Crimson stated grimly. I nodded, still confused, but understanding.
"There's an antidote in the tent. Says Dan. Let's get her there as quickly as possible. Says Goethe." I gathered all of my snakes and helped Crimson take a now unconscious Storm to my tent.
"Snake! What're you still doing here!?" Doll exclaimed upon seeing me. 'We're about to leave!"
"...I'm afraid I can't come with you. Says Dan."
"Why not?"
"Emily got out of control and attacked a friend of ours, and it'd weigh heavily on our consciences, rendering us unable to perform. Says Goethe."
"That girl is no friend of mine." Emily hissed vehemently. Well, that was worrying...
"Oh dear..." Doll looked torn, biting her lip, but upon seeing Storm's near-death condition, surrendered. "Oh, very well then, I'll tell the others, but they won't be happy about it..."
"Thank you, Doll." I breathed a sigh of relief. Luckily, they always left me to pack up my own tent, so everything, including the antidote, was still there. "I'm glad she's still alive...Says Dan"
"Yeah, well the resst of uss aren't..." Oscar mumbled.
"Yeah, but it's not over yet. She may be alive physically, but mentally is a whole new war...a whole different story..." Crimson stated morosely. And the worst part was that I knew she was right.
What am I going to do? It seems that only Dan and Goethe don't have some sort of grudge against the girls, particularly Storm...I'm afraid to know what they'd try next time...Though it leaves the question as to why the others, especially Oscar, Emily, and Bronte, hate them so much...Maybe it's lack of attention? No, they're not that petty...are they?
~Snake
A/N: Special chapter!~ It's a bit short, I know, but...I hope you like it! So, should I add more Snake POVs throughout the story? Yes? No? Maybe so? Anywho, tell me what you think!
On another note, I know I said it'd be up shortly, but I got a (not so) unexpected fever last wekk, not to mention we had the state standardized tests, and then this week the fever went away, but all other aspects of my cold worsened...so...sorry^^;
