Justice?
Dave smiled at the young children buying cotton candy from his pleasant little booth at the circus. His employers, those nice people who had taken him away from that nightmare called New York City, had discovered that Davey was a natural hawker. They were almost ready to put him selling tickets to the freak show, and that though made Dave swell with pride. He was moving up in the world.
Dave spotted a middle-aged man hanging around the booth. He seemed a bit indecisive about something, and Dave decided to try his luck.
"Fresh Cotton Candy!"
Dave's keen eyes picked out a youngish-looking boy with blond hair who perked up immediately. He watched as the boy dashed to the man and with pleading eyes asked, "Please, Honah, can I'se gets some cott'n candy?"
The man looked suspiciously at Dave, as if trying to remember him from somewhere. "I don't know, Joshua, that boy—"
"Ten Pin!"
The man sighed. "Fine. I don't know, Ten Pin, that boy looks oddly familiar--,"
"Please?" The boy Ten Pin's voice had raised in a moderate whine.
"Okay, alright already, I'll get you some cotton candy." Ten Pin's face lit up in excitement. The couple approached Dave, and he put on his selling face.
"Afternoon! Would you like some cotton candy?"
"Yes, just one." As the man reached into his pocket for his wallet, Dave had the weirdest flash of…something. It seemed to scream 'Judge Monaghan' at him, but he couldn't for the life of him remember that name. It emerged out of the recesses of his mind that he had blocked off before being employed by the circus. He shook off the feeling and served the pair their snack.
The man ('Monaghan!' his mind screamed at him) took the treat, and he and the boy sat at a bench across from Dave and a bit down the Midway. He watched as they sat down, the boy on the man's lap, and the man started feeding the boy the cotton candy. It was almost…fascinating, how…lovingly they acted towards each other. Dave's first thought had been that they were father and son, but now, now he didn't want to touch that with a sixty-foot pole.
Dave turned away from them as his replacement took over and he went over to watch the people entering the main tent. These people were his favorite to watch because they represented all classes and races and everything. He took up his usual spot about ten feet away from the crowd and began his observations.
Walking companionably together was a group of boys about his own age, and some younger. They were joking amiably with each other, and were mostly unremarkable. Several individuals, however, stood out in frightening clarity to poor David.
First was a blonde boy with an eye patch. For some reason, Dave could not bear to look at him. Then came the little boy and the tall older boy who looked as old, if not older, than Dave himself. Just the way that the taller boy was holding the younger one's hand, and looking at him, gave Dave the shivers.
Not recognizing anyone, and figuring that he was long gone from whatever sordid past he had (not that he could remember much from before the circus anyway), Dave joined the group and avoided having to buy a ticket because Charleen at the gate recognized him. He nodded his thanks to her, and she smiled in understanding.
Dave ended up sitting near the far end of the group, right next to a tall boy with somewhat large front teeth who kept muttering about "annoying mothers." The show started, and soon the whole audience was wrapped up in the magic of the circus. However, about halfway through, the pair he had seen going in, the tall boy and the young one, stood and began climbing over everyone to make their way to the exit. One of the group, Dave couldn't see who, spoke out softly.
"Ehy, Skitts, wheah you an' Les goin'?"
"Uh…Les's gotta take a piss, Race. We'll be back."
"'Kay. We'll meetcha outside aftah if ya don' make it back in."
Then "Skitts" and "Les" made their way out of the tent, and Dave had the distinct feeling there was a lot more going on there than he ever wanted to know about. Something told him that if he ever did find out, he'd lose his memory all over again and there wouldn't be really nice people like those at the circus to help him again.
As the show ended and the audience filed out, Dave saw Skitts and Les coming our from behind a tent looked rather ruffled, and quickly turned to see if Maureen, the Bearded Lady, needed any help with her dress tonight. She had a tendency to get stuck, and usually, for some reason Dave couldn't fathom, came to Dave for help in getting out.
A/N: I really didn't expect to make a third part to this, but you guys like it so much I couldn't resist. Plus, this is actually rather fun to write. ^_^;;; Poor, poor Davey. That's about all I can say. You guys liked him in the circus so much I had to show you his new life. And I've got plans for at least one more chapter, seeing as how my sister and I ended up playing around with the pairing generator the other night. **shakes head** We shouldn't be allowed near that thing. Also, how sad is this that in order to do Shout Outs! I have to check the reviews upstairs and write down what I want to talk about with y'all on a post-it note so I can take it downstairs where the compy I'm working on is. -_-;; Stupid IE.
Shout Outs!
Sita-chan: Thanks! I'm happy it amuses you so. ^_^
JP: Hon, trust me, encouragement to write is always a good thing. Especially if you like this so much. ^_~ And lengthy reviews kick much ass, so please, tell your Artemis story.
Cynic & Jaede: Do you guys mean pathetic-sad, or pathetically-funny-sad? Either way, I'm gonna take that as a compliment. ^_^
Ireland O'Reily: Sorry, no pink tutu or rubber ball, though Dave is selling pink cotton candy. Does that make up for it?
Gothic Author: Thanks! I know I rock. ^_~ Yeah, I was afraid of the generator at first too, but then I just started having fun with it, and, well, this is the result. ^_^;;
Spatz: Yes, this is indeed unpredictable. I try, and this is my first real attempt at humor, so I'm glad everyone here is enjoying it.
Omni: You are most certainly eloquent. I was highly amused by your review. ^_~ Thankee, Omni.
A/N2: I didn't mention this up there **points up the page** but I was wondering why no one questioned my spelling of the word "Englilsh" earlier? In explanation, it's from the site www.homestarrunner.com where the one character, Strong Bad, answers an email in which the kid asks him to write an English paper. However, the kid, Kyle Smith, spells it "Englilsh" and Strong Bad kind of plays on it. Seriously though, we showed that to my English teacher and he laughed about it, and he laughed harder when my sister (not the one who won't let me on upstairs, the other one) threw in the "Eating one battery; eating five batteries" pictures and taped money to the back. It was quite amusing. ^_^;; Okay, Aunt Artemis-chan's story time is over.
Review, if you really feel like it. ^_^