Chapter Two
The evening sun blazed a ginger color, below it, a young boy scampered through a large field, allowing the wisps of golden grass to tickle the palms of his hands. His long cobalt hair and white coat made the boy easy to spot in the deserted grasslands; the boy rushed to the far end of the field, where the public roads lay. Distinguishing that his mother would call him back soon, the boy spun around, facing the field again. His navy blue eyes shifted to his right side, where a tall light post stood. There was a clean piece of paper glued to the column, drawing the boy in for a closer look. The paper had colorful text written as the following:
The Dark Woods Circus – See it to believe it! The show starts at moonrise…see you there!
"Mom wants me back at home before dusk," the boy huffed, "the moon won't come out until then." Infuriated, the young boy crossed his arms and leaned against the post. Maybe she can wait just a little bit long before I return. Smiling at his marvelous plan, he swung his balance back to his feet, treading towards the distant woods. The clouds began to turn pink, the ten year old picking up his pace to get to the circus. The plains had transitioned into a forest, the leaves of the trees shielding the sunlight. The freezing air began seeping through the boy's jacket as the magenta dimmed, his breath puffing out as small clouds.
The boy halted in front of two large figures towering over him. The two strange and tall figures grinned, notifying the blue-haired boy that he was welcome to go into the circus. He continued, swiping away the circus curtains, finding himself facing a wall of peepholes. Following the human nature of curiosity, the boy's blue eye poked through one of the holes. It was a bare room that someone could stay in, but its main purpose wasn't shown to the boy.
As the boy turned, he noticed that there was a long shadow expanding over his backside. Someone must have been waiting to see the empty room. Before his eyes could widen to see the blinding smile of the figure, the figure slammed a metallic object into the boy's face, knocking the boy unconscious.
The boy's eyes opened at a steady rate, the darkness growing overwhelming. He was secured in a strait-jacket and seated in an uncomfortable wooden chair. Alarmed, the boy started yelping. After a few minutes, a cold, rigid hand whipped across the boy's pale face, silencing him. The silhouetted figure stood across from him, a plate in its hands. The character rolled the plate on the table in front of the boy, a white, bony arm resting on it. Disgusted, the blue-haired boy faced away from the plate, a vomiting feeling filling up in his throat.
"Eat it!" the figure hissed. The boy still refused, attempting to make his way out of the seat. The figure picked up a bucket lying at its feet, one hand placed under the silver pail and the other hand resting on the rim. The figure swung the bucket into the blue-haired boy's face, a cold liquid splashing on him.
The corrosive liquid began eating away the boy's face, the boy now weeping in pain. The pain penetrated to the bone, impossible to sense such a harsh feeling. Before the figure was about to give the boy another splash of acid, the boy began chewing on the arm. Disgusting. Horrific. Undesirable. The scene was gruesome, the boy eating the arm to the bone.
"Filthy creatures children are," the figure spat, walking to the side of the boy and kicking down the chair he was sitting on, causing the boy to fall to the ground, immobile. "You are a monster!" The figure spun around, leaving the room.
I am the beast that loves to eat things cold.