I had to spend two days resting, but soon enough I well enough to be up and about. I did my best to avoid the trailer where Mr. Crepsley resided and kept my revelation to myself. It seemed as if everyone knew but her. She could tell by bits of conversation she overheard from the other performers.
it enraged her. Why wasn't she allowed to know this information. If anything, she needed to know it the most. She had to protect herself. After Christina and I swapped stories, it seemed as though her and I had grown closer. there were only three days left in this town and I couldn't wait to leave. I wanted to get away from the place Luke resided. Though I pretended that I might be able to fend him off if he came again in front of Christina, I was petrified by the thought of that twelve year old boy.
Christina and I continued our rounds doing odd jobs. One day while we were heping out we came across a performer who we hadn't seen or met before. She had a fluffy skirt and wore fishnets on nearly every exposed part of her body. We saw her before she saw us. She had short brown hair with dyed-black tips . Her eyes were brown too, but there were flecks of green and blue. She looked like she was maybe around 19 or so.
When we stumbled upon her she had a look of concentration on her face and was standing in front of a chair. We thought she was crazy after seeing her stare at a chair so intently for so many minutes, but our suspicions were put to rest when the chair started to scoot towards her. " Holy crap." Christina said, awestruck. This girl was moving things with her mind.
After this accomplishment the girl squealed in delight and jumped, wearing a broad smile. "That was awesome!" Christina said. The girl went quiet and looked at us. "When did you two get here? " She said. She seemed nervous, as if she didn't want people to see her practice. "We were here long enough to see that, how'd you do it?" Christina asked. I was quiet.
"Telekinesis." She answered. It seemed as though the nervousness was wiped away. I thought it was more likely she had been caught off guard by us. "Sweetness." Christina said with a smile. "You're the newbies, right?" The girl asked. I nodded and Christina said "Yup.". She held out a fishnet-clad hand, "I'm Lynn, nice to meet'chya." Christina took her hand and shaked. I did so too.
"Do you ever talk?" Lynn asked me. "That's my job." Christina joked. I smiled, "I'm Arina". We hung out with Lynn for a while. After a while Lynn asked, "So…I heard on of the performers talking about one of you guys getting beat up by a 12-year-old. Is it true." " He was an evil 12-year old, thank you very much." I said in reply. "So I hear." Lynn said. It could have been teasing if not for the silence that had swept over the room.
"Is it true he'll be looking for you?" She asked seriously. We nodded. "Well…if he comes around here, just send him here to my tent. I'll give that little boy a good old-fashioned ass-whoopin' " She said with a smile and a playful wink.
"I think I'll take you up on that offer." I said with a laugh. The silence was gone and for a while, it was like we were a normal group of girls hanging out. Yeah…just a group of perfectly, safe, normal, freaks.