Catty: I made John's search engine Google because I write all my stuff on Google Docs and just thought it would be appropriate. Also, no to Bing and Yahoo owns Tumblr, so that can't be good. So, yeah... That's my reasoning. Also, I'd like to take a quick moment to thank BreakingErisol and that one guest for their reviews.

As for the picture, Nignig, it does seem pretty awesome, but I cannot claim credit for it, I am sorry to say.

Anywho, everyone, I'd like to thank you all for reading and remember to leave those reviews!

"Bye, Dave!" John waved from the door as the younger Strider left. As soon as he was gone, John raced upstairs to do some research. He heard his neighbour, Ms. Lalonde, yell something at what was likely Dave about the package he was carrying and whether or not it was a baby. John smiled and tuned out their conversation. Pulling up Google, John typed in some key world to see if he could find anything of use;

Strider Carnival

The results that came up were mostly reviews of the carnival itself and advertisements in online newspapers for towns where they would be coming. His own town newspaper was about halfway down the first pages results, but none of them spoke of anything of importance. John frowned, thinking of something else to put in.

Strider Carnival tragedy

The results that came up were not many, but there were a few. He opened the third one down to find a piece written by a news reporter in a town called Paramount.

"With the tragic events that took place in the neighbouring town of Anglomill, concerning the visiting carnival owned by the Strider family, the entire family had seemed to vanish over night. Then, this morning, all savable articles from the wreckage was stolen and driven off with in the middle of the night. Police are still investigating the cause of this disaster..."

John read the article, only slightly less confused, but with many more questions. He typed in a new search;

Anglomill records Strider Carnival

Several results came up this time, and John clicked the first one, which led him to the home page for the village of Anglomill. He hovered over the link to the records and selected the online database. It took him to another website, one where he was told to enter in a keyword for the database to look for.

Strider Carnival

First hand accounts submitted by villagers at the time as well as a court verdict came up and John opened the first hand accounts in new tabs.

"The carnival has always been a tradition here in Anglomill – since long before any of us the Striders and the Anglo Family were good friends - and I fear that what we have done will create a rift frowned upon by our villages founding family for ages to come..."

"Some of you are criticising our actions, saying that it is not justified, but those monsters that resided there – Out of all the demons and all the Satanists of the dark – there resided the devil himself, with eyes that held the fires of Hell and when he looked at a man, he laid a curse upon him so dark that it would drive that man from sanity and down to his kingdom of blackness. The souls that resided with him were corrupt and broken, but by the fire alone could their souls be saved..."

"On this past night, I killed not one, not two, but four of a family that were nothing short of nobility in our little home. I pray to God that I may be forgiven..."

John frowned, now even more confused then ever. He read the last entry in the records, hoping this one would finally give him the answers he was looking for.

"I, sadly to say, was not in town during the events that proceed, lest I had been able to stop them from happening at all, but I have collected what has happened and decided a proper account needed to be submitted besides the sobs of sinners, the cold record of the court and the madness of that old coot, Winnie.

The week had started the same as it always had. The Strider carnival was welcomed to our town with a parade of celebration and joy. As according to our history, Lord Anglo and Prince Strider had been best friends – Some even believe now that they could have even had been lovers, but that was very frowned upon at the time, so no one can be quite sure. Prince, being the young and adventurous boy that he was, wanted to go start a travelling carnival. Lord Anglo chose instead to stay and create his little town. They went their separate ways, but it was highly a regretted decision on both parts. Lord Anglo became an adventurer himself and often went on long expeditions to the ruins of civilizations long since gone, from which many he learned how to hold up his own little section of the world. Prince, on the other hand, would come home to Anglomill once a year during the first week of fall and would stay for exactly two weeks – Twice as long as they would stay anywhere else. During the rest of the year, Prince would venture off across the nation and never returned to the same place more than once every four years. Until a few days prior to now, our current Anglo family, headed by my good friend, Meenah, was known still for paying for extravagant expeditions for her children, Jane and Jake, whenever they felt inclined to answer that part of them and the Strider family, headed by Fredrick Strider and his loving wife, of whom we knew well, still travelled across the country to come home for exactly two weeks at the beginning of fall. It was not even them, however, that the towns people base their actions on, but of the two children of the Strider family – Known to some as Dirk and Dave; Dirk being the elder of the two by quite a few years.

This was the first year that little Dave could walk and talk and communicate, so his parents let him roam the carnival during hours for the first time – It very likely was a start that could have been attributed to the greatest memory he may ever have, but instead became a suffering point that led to his and his family's death. We should be grateful he was not forced to live on and carry the burden of this alone. Dirk, in the past, had had trouble at school with his eyes and had taken to wearing a pair of sunglasses, so none of knew about his condition, but Dave hadn't gone to school yet – He was still too young. He wandered around, being the child that he was, and some of us assumed the insane idea that he was the spawn of the devil, if not the fiend himself, all because we could not attribute the red eyes he had to a possible genetic mutation. That same night, forces were rallied to discuss how to kill a child. Even now, some of you hold no guilt and it is disgusting – You are far more a monster than what you think he might have been. The conclusion was that a boy no older than four must have corrupted the entire carnival and that the entire thing would need to be burned to save the Strider family name. Many mentioned the names of the Striders themselves; Father, mother and two sons; but many forget the employees who lived and worked there as well. Of the hundred or so people who worked there, less than ten came out unscathed and many that lived were permanently paralysed. Before the burning of the carnival, you discovered Dirk's condition was similar to Dave's. You knew him just as much as many of you knew the rest of the children in the area – He was a good, smart, polite young man who worked hard for his family and often spoke about how much he loved his baby brother and how he hoped to someday find someone to start a family of his own with and to inherit the carnival like his father before him. You disregarded all of this and his eye colour alone – Which was an orange colour, as I have collected – led you to fuel your desire to kill.

I hope that those of us who led this action face the consequences they deserve and that the rest of us learn from the bodies laying burn in the wreckage of the once joyous sight of lights and wonder that no one even dares to collect on the edge of town. They deserve a proper burial and I will be looking for those of you who regret this to join me, but I will do so alone if none of you will."

John read the name "Doctor S. - Local historian" at the bottom and then just stared at the screen for a moment, not quite sure he believed what he'd read. Dave had been about four years old and the first time anyone ever saw his eyes, he had lost his parents and, by what he'd read, Dave should have lost his own life as well. Nearly a hundred people were killed and he probably felt like it was all on him. John turned off his computer and got into his pyjamas, thinking of how exactly he was going to confront Dave about his discovery - or if he should at all.

"Where have you been?" Dirk demanded, standing in front of Dave's trailer when he arrived.

"Here," Dave shoved the cake at him, walking right past.

"What's this?" Dirk asked, confused.

"It's a cake from John's dad," Dave grumbled, "Good night."

"Good... Night?" Dirk blinked. Dave's door slammed and Dirk lifted the cover off the cake. It was frosted and words were carefully crafted across the front of it.

Dear Strider boys,

That is my nephew/son you are making out with and it will not take me much to figure out how best to bake you into a cake if you hurt them.

With love,

Your future uncle/father.

"Fuck," Dirk rubbed the back of his neck, staring at the cake, "Well. That's awkward."