Title: My Immortal
By: Schiz
Dear Readers,
Yeah, I know, I'm writing another chapter. Anyway, the fanfic for The Demonata I might not start until I finish reading Demon Thief because I'm intrigued… I'm up to a part where Dervish Grady is dressed like a punk….o.O… strange…. And I'm lost… but HAWT! (I'm assuming this book takes place in the past or something…) Anyway, I'm like almost 100 percent sure I'll start a fic like it. But mind you I might only be working from Demon thief now instead of Lord Loss, or perhaps both. None-the-less I know I'm going to make one. Anyway… enough of my rambling, on with the fic.
Sincerely,
Schiz.
P.S: Shout out to Larten Lover D She being the only one that reviews most of my fics like in the snap of a finger.
Disclaimer: Larten's cape is red…
His eyes are grey which is close to blue
…I don't own Cirque du freak
So please don't sue.
Chapter 22
Aimee's P.O.V (Point of View)
We eventually explained to Sam that we worked in a Freak Show, he didn't want to leave afterward but when we told him about having to tend to the wolf man he grew weary. Darren; feeling a bit bad told him he could come hang with us tomorrow, which brightened Sam's mood considerably. He left and the first words from Darren's mouth were "He's cool, isn't he?" Evra agreed and they began to talk about how if Sam were to join the Cirque Du Freak he most likely wouldn't fit in, or would enjoy, but only for a short time. He'd grow tired of it and miss his family. I zoned out for a while, ignoring the conversations when I heard everything go quiet. I looked away from the tree I was staring at and my attention flicked to Evra. He was looking over Darren's head and into the distance, my eyes followed to where his stare had settled on. At first I couldn't see anything but a bit to the east I began to notice a torch coming into my view. "What is it?" I asked. "I'm not sure." Evra said.
The three of us watched for a while as the torch came closer and grew brighter. I saw figures move beneath the branches of the trees. Intrigued, I stood up from my once sitting position. As they came out from under the trees I recognized them. There were small blue hooded people; little people. I counted twelve of them in all, there was a thirteenth one who seemed a bit taller than the others, he held the torch. "Where did they come from?" I heard Darren ask. "I don't know." Evra responded. "They left the show a few weeks ago, but I didn't know where they went or why. "Who are they?" Darren asked curiously. I opened my mouth to answer for him but a chill ran down my spine which made me close my mouth. A man was coming up the rear of the little people; he was visible now that he was closer.
I sensed Evra's fear as well as my eyes fell upon the strange man. He had short white hair, a thick pair of glasses, a sharp yellow suit and long green rubber boots. He was pretty fat, and still rather short but tall in comparison with the little people; he walked with a weird waddle. He smiled pleasantly at us as he passed, knowing exactly who he was, I politely smiled back at him. They wandered deeper into the campsite, my eyes following them. It was him, it was Mr. Tiny. I had heard a multitude of stories about him from Proxime, but had never seen the strange man before. I watched him enter Mr. Tall's van has the little people began to put up a tent. I turned to see Evra, still paralyzed with fear, and much paler, though not white. "What's wrong?" Darren asked. "What's wrong? Why are you so scared? Who was that?" Came a string of questions from Darren. Evra shook his head and opened his mouth to reply. "That was Mr. Tiny." I rang in for Evra who nodded in agreement. A chill ran down my spine as the mere words left my mouth.