I lost track of how long we were arguing when the jester finally had to literally pull us apart because I had kicked Black in the nuts. He was now rolling on the floor in tremendous pain and I was trying to kick him in the side.
"Stupid f****** bitch," he moaned.
"Who are you calling a f****** bitch, dumb ass bastard!" I yelled, trying to fight off White.
"Calm down," he said as I fought against his restraining arms.
"I'll calm down when I f****** feel like it!" I tried kicking him but I couldn't.
Black got up, "Hold the f****** bitch still while I slash her throat," he held up a whip.
"Big talk coming from the guy who was crying in pain on the floor," I mocked.
"That's it!" he got ready to slash my throat. Then the prison melted away to be replaced by the forest.
"If I knew," White muttered under his breath.
"If you knew what?" I asked innocently.
"If I knew that you were a female version of Black I would not have brought you there," he groaned.
"DON'T YOU DARE COMPARE ME TO THAT F****** BASTARD!" I roared.
He rolled his eyes and decided to change the subject, "Since you are here why don't you come to the circus with me?"
"No," I deadpanned.
"Why not?" he asked.
"I hate circuses," I informed.
"How can you hate circuses?" he asked me obviously surprised.
"I've had bad experiences in circuses," I didn't tell him what those experiences were though.
"Don't worry," he grinned and dragged me away.
"Oh god," I groaned as I walk/dragged into the circus, there were too many people and bright colors.
"Huh?" Joker turned to me.
"The bitch is probably scared," I heard Black mock.
"Of course I am scared. Circuses are right next to dresses on my hate list," I rolled my eyes.
"Then why the hell are you wearing a dress?" Black asked.
"My usual clothes were stolen," I hung my head.
"Haha," Black laughed.
"Shut up dumb ass," I growled.
"Will you two please be quiet," White said.
"He started it," I said.
"Ugh, I'm dealing with two children," he muttered under his breath.
"Hey," Black and I said at the same time.
White glared at me, "So Sam, how did your clothes get stolen?"
"Eh, Boris took them while I was asleep," I shrugged, "Maybe later I'll go get them back. Maybe even leave Boris a surprise," I kept muttering about different kinds of pranks I could pull on him.
"Hey, maybe you could perform in the show," White told me.
"Sorry, but no," I smiled.
"Please, you might have fun," he returned the smile.
"You're lucky I'm not running from this place right now," I told him.
"Why would you run?" he asked.
"First because I hate circuses. Second, I don't trust you," I said bluntly.
"Now why wouldn't you trust me?"
"I don't trust anyone. So don't take it personally."
"How can you not trust anyone?" he asked surprised.
"Most people want me dead, and I've learned from experience not to trust any living creature around me," I looked away, "Actually, I think the people in my world should be more like this world," I laughed darkly.
"What the hell are you talking about?" Black asked.
"Well, I wish that people were more honest in their efforts in killing like in this world. Then the freaks in my world wouldn't have to worry about getting stabbed in the back like I have," I shrugged.
"How are you a freak?" White asked.
Crap, I slipped, "I am a freak in my world. The people want to kill me because I am a Traveler," I said carefully, avoiding the fact that I had wings and excellent language skills.
We were quiet for a while. Then we walked to a tent, "Well, the clothes are over in that dresser. When you get ready ask one of the children to show you to the main tent," he smiled.
"When did I agree to be in your show?" I asked annoyed.
"Since you f****** walked into the woods bitch," Black growled.
"I am not going to preform," I ignored the mask.
"Why not?"
"Didn't we just have this talk?"
"Yes, but you still didn't give a good answer," he grinned.
"Well, I just don't want too," I told him.
"That's not a good answer," he pulled me into the tent. "Now, change into this," he gave me a red and black outfit.
I really didn't know how I ended up in this predicament. I was wearing a red and black diamond pattered dress that left my shoulders bare while the sleeves fanned out at my wrist. I was thankfully wearing a pair of black flats and red socks that went to my knees. I was currently being led into a huge tent.
The inside of the tent was huge. Looking around, I noticed Joker talking to some of the circus children. He noticed me and walked over.
"Now to find you something to do," he thought for a moment, "Are you afraid of fire?"
"No, I am not," I answered.
"Ok then. I'll give you a crash course in fire dancing," he grinned.
"You don't need to do that," I told him, "I already know how to play with fire," I grinned evilly.
"Show me then," he tossed me the stuff. I lit the sticks and started tossing them around. After that I started showing off. I spun the sticks faster and faster till all you could see was an orange blur. I tossed the flaming stick and caught it. Looking over at Joker I noticed with satisfaction his surprised face. He soon covered it and started clapping.
"See, told you I could do it," I smirked.
"Was that all you knew?"
"Nope, I just thought it would be rude to show off," I shrugged.
"Can you do anything else?" he asked.
"Yup, I can throw knives."
"Can you show me?" he asked hopefully. He handed me a knife. It was a pretty good iron one with a very sharp edge. I flipped it in my hand to get a good grip. Then I threw it at Joker. The knife whizzed past his ear.
"See, I told you that I can throw knives," I was grinning like a crazy person by now.
"That was very close," he said.
"And yet you did nothing to stop it. Now why was that?" I asked.
"He didn't think a bitch like you could throw one," Black chimed in.
"Speaking of shows, the show is going to start soon so follow me," he led me 'backstage' and I waited.
Sam is a female version of Black. poor White, how can he stand it.