Wow... This chapter is REALLY long.

But, in my defence, you guys deserve it since you've waited for so long.

Oh, and I didn't know how to leave it, exactly. I wanted to leave on a really good cliff-hanger.

I'm going to introduce Neru and Haku's characters in the next chapter (I think their the two tall people dancing around. Might be mistaken though)

When I find names and background history for them, that's when the chapter will begin.

As usual, any kind of feedback is helpful.

Thanks for sticking with me guys, and I hope you enjoy this chapter.

Chapter 5 –

Fay was more than excited about helping out around the circus.

She, along with her friends, had just been given a home; somewhere they belong; somewhere safe and away from Koo Island. The least she could do, for all that she was being given, was to help out when it was needed.

Shan tags along a little reluctantly. His gut was telling him to leave now, to get away from the circus. But he couldn't leave, knowing that Fay was smiling and happy. She looked like she wanted to stay, that this false sense of security was what she had been searching for, and that she just wanted to accept the first thing that came into her mind.

"I wonder where Ms. Bell is." Fay muses as she holds onto Shan's hand. She turns to look at him as he just shrugs.

"I'm not sure. He didn't say where. You think, cause she's tending to flowers, that she might be where the flowers are grown?"

Fay stops walking and looks at him. "Don't get smart with me." She says. "We don't even know where the flower beds are."

"Then why don't you ask around."

"Why don't you ask around?"

Fly waits for the twins to wake up when she hears a noise outside the tent. It sounded like the shuffling of feet to her mixed with the whispering of voices. Looking to the sleeping figures of the twins, Fly decides that quick peek at what was outside the tent.

Stepping out, she looks around to see no one in sight. Frowning, she turns back to enter the tent when the sound of a twig snap caught her attention again.

Spinning around, she catches the glimpse of someone around the edge of the tent; the only thing visible for a moment was a foot before it snaked out of sight. Someone was stalking around the tent, their makeshift home, and it made the women feel tense and uneasy. She had a horrible feeling in her gut, a feeling that had appeared ever since they arrived at the circus. She knew something was not right, but couldn't tell for sure.

She didn't want to wait any longer to find out.

Looking behind her, into the tent very briefly to make sure the twins were still asleep, she slowly walks around the tent to see who that strange person was.

Fay was walking ahead of Shan in a fit of rage.

She could tell, no, more like feel that he didn't want to help these people. The way he acted towards Mr. Peak was fair enough, she remembered seeing him act that way towards Dr. Slur.

Ahhhh! The name of the good doctor brought a wry smile to her face. She would have loved to see his face when he realized that five of his most prized deformed were missing and loose out in the world.

Yet, that still left Fay wondering how she managed to create memories of the outside world when, from what she could tell, she had been living on Koo Island all her life as Angel, or even the other personalities before her, not before Angel but before Fay Diana.

How could her mind reconstruct a new personality over her original one, then to construct a new one over that one and again and again, repeating to process to where she was now?

It amazed her that her mind could construct such a thing, and one thing she had failed to notice in her whole time in finding out the truth was that the limp in her left leg, the one that her mind said was crushed in a car accident, was fine again.

She wasn't limping.

Her leg was fine. It was the memory, the false memory of the accident, which caused her body to limp.

Without even realizing it, Fay walks into a fenced off area, the fragrance of flowers wafting to her nose.

She stops walking and looks around. She was now standing in a radiant garden, a garden that had its own glow about it. Every flower shone brightly like it held a light of its own. They were the most amazingly beautiful flowers she had even seen. Even her false memories never held flowers quiet like these.

"They're beautiful, aren't they?" She heard someone say.

Fay turns to look at Shan, who shakes his head and points to a lady standing before them. She was dressed in clothes that Fay could only describe as suiting the early 1960's era, but she was only able to come to that conclusion though her false memories, the memories she had constructed herself.

"Are you Ms. Bell?" Fay asks. She could see Shan walk towards her and grip her hand tightly. She knew that it wasn't out of fear but just as any male would mark their territory and protect their own, he was showing that she belonged to him. Normally, she would find it sweet that he was acting so defensively. But in their current circumstances, she felt it was a little unnecessary.

The woman before them nods her head, a delicate motion like the flowers bobbing in the wind, as she responds. "Yes, I am Lucinda Bell. Please, no formalities here. Call me Lucy."

Fay smiles at the woman warmly, to which she responds in kind. "Now, what can I do for you two today?" She asks as she walks into the garden, a watering can in hand.

"Mr. Peak asked us to come and help you out. So, what is there for us to do?" Fay replies.

"Mr. Peak asked you both to come and help?" She asks, looking at both Fay and Shan with thoughtful and examining eyes. She found Fay to be intriguing, for she seemed normal enough yet Lucy could tell that she was different somehow. As to why, she could not place her finger on it.

Shan, on the other hand, she looked with more caution than was needed. She had seen people with grey skin like the dead, hair as white as an old man and eyes as red as the devil. But in her whole life, she had never encounted a blue man; skin like her blue-bells, hair as blue as the deepest depths of the ocean and eyes as blue as the sky. She felt wonder towards this creature who was standing before her, and knew that no amount of time would lead her to get used to his blue presence.

Shan, noticing her glance, eyes her menacingly before gripping Fay's hand tighter. The teen just looks up and slides her hand out of his. The move was smooth and swift, and before Shan even realized what had just happened, Fay was already moving towards Lucy.

"How can we help?" Fay repeats the question.

The woman blinks, the teens voice breaking her momentary silence, as she smiles. "Well, if you're up to it, could you please treat to the flowers in my garden bed? I have a few other chores to attend to first, and the garden has been mistreated for quiet a while. Do you think you can tend to all its needs?"

"Like what?"

"Well, there's the weeding, the watering, fertilizing, and the poison to make sure no insects try to eat them."

"Doesn't that defeat the purpose of the beauty of nature?" Shan asks.

Fay glances at him, the look she shot said that his remark was rude and not needed. Lucy glares at him and raises her nose in the air before turning back towards Fay, the kind smile returning to her lips again.

"Do you think you're up to the task?" She asks.

Fay nods her head eagerly. "Yep yep! You can leave it up to us. We'll take care of this garden, won't we Shan?" She says.

Shan mumbles something under his breath, something that sounded like a 'yes' mixed with a curse Fay had never heard anyone say before.

Lucy smiles at the duo before leaving them in the garden alone. Mr. Peak was right when he spoke of Shan, the blue one. She had better be careful around him; otherwise things might get out of hand for everyone at the circus. She had other things that needed her attention, and she didn't need another problem on her shoulders. She already had to look after their last two instalments. They we're proving to be a little troublesome.

Fly hides inside the tent, terrified at what she had just seen and heard. It couldn't be right; it had to be a mistake. Her eyes must be lying to her and her ears deceiving. Her senses must be going haywire or something. She had to get everyone out of there, before it was too late. She didn't want to put them through anymore pain.

Viv and Nick had lost their bodies and, in turn, their own dreams and lives that went along with that freedom.

Shan was forever blue and thus an outcast to the world. Even among the deformed, he was considered an outcast. He would never fit in anywhere.

Fay had lost all her memories of all her personalities. She would forever remain incomplete, searching for something else to fill her lonely memories, the emptiness she feels when they recall the past and all she has are fake memories. A life like that was beyond anything Fly could comprehend. Fay was indeed a strong girl.

And Fly herself knew she could never, in her entire life, live among those on the outside. She knew that her rotting flesh and bandage skin would only get worse as she got older, but it wasn't something that she could help. She had only known a life in Koo Island, with skin that rotted and fell off her body whenever the air touched it. She would give anything in the world to be like Fay, or Viv and Nick. Even Shan's fate seemed brighter than her own.

But she had to hurry. If they didn't leave soon, their fate would be locked away behind bars.

Fay was watering the plants when Shan walks up behind her and kneels down next to her. She looks up at him briefly, before returning back to the plants. She was mad at how he reacted to Lucy. The woman had done nothing to offend either her or Shan, yet he got all defensive when the woman spoke to them, even earlier than that; when they met her.

"Fay," Shan says. "Fay, I think we need to talk."

"About what?" She asks.

"About this place, about Mr. Peak and Lucy, about out family, about us."

"I have nothing to say."

"I know you have something to say. I can see it on your face, it's written all over it. You want to say something about how I'm wrong, about how we should feel lucky at having been given this haven. But this place isn't what you think it is: it's not a haven, it's far from it. Fay, you need to listen to reason and come to understand that this place is a prison."

"Now why would you say that?" Fay says, her voice growing in anger. "Are you saying that just to give these people a bad image? Are you saying this because you don't like it hear? Tell me, Shan, tell me why you don't like it hear? You said that Marita was the only one in Koo Island that was willing to help us. She left us that note that lead us here, so why would she lead us to another prison?"

"Marita Young is dead, Fay. She's been dead for a long time, and you know it. Don't continue to live in denial and face the facts: Marita Young is dead, that letter is a fake and this place is a prison. Maybe not now, but it will end up being another Koo Island. I can feel it."

"Then take you're feelings somewhere else." Fay replies coldly. "Cause if that's the case, we don't need them."

Shan glares at her for a while longer before standing and walking away.

Fay beings tending to the garden again before chucking the small shovel away in her frustration and screams. She was so angry: angry at herself, angry at Shan, even angry at Marita. She was angry at everyone and everything. Curling up in a ball, Fay feels the beginning of fresh tears slide down her cheek as she closes her eyes. She didn't want to remain angry at everyone and everything. The real person she was angry at was herself. Why couldn't she remember when she wanted to? Why could she remember Shan and the others? Why did she disappear?

Shan pauses briefly before the tent, contemplating returning to Fay and apologising to her, when he hears shouting coming from inside. He frowns when he hears Fly scream "Let me go!"

"What's going on in hear?" Shan yells as he walks inside.

Fly was being tied up by the couple from the other night.

Viv and Nick had been woken up and were being guided to the flap at the end of the tent.

Mr. Peak was looking at the scene before him with a smile on his face. He notices Shan and smiles greedily at him as he clicks his fingers.

On either side of him, Shan notices two men advance towards him.

He ducks under the first lunge, while he plows his fist into the next. He turns back to the first one and punches him in the face with a swift right hook.

Satisfied, Shan goes to tend to Fly when he is tackled to the ground. His head was being pushed into the ground as he felt someone bind his hands together. Struggling, he manages to kick one of his offenders in the back, to no avail. The man completed tying his hands before being lifted to his feet his hair. Wincing at the pain, he struggles to his feet as Mr. Peak faces him, having to stand on a chair to get enough height.

"So," he says, his grin eating away at Shan's eyes, boring into the other teens retinas. If what people said were true, about the eyes being the windows into ones soul, then what was happening at that moment felt like that exact thing. Shan felt that Mr. Peak was staring right into the very being of the teens self and it made his nerves jump in panic.

"What will you do now?"

Shan glares back at the man's sickly sweet smile. "I don't know, you tell me." Was his response.

Mr. Peak's grin, if it was even possible, grew even wider. He leans in towards the teen, a strange glint in his eyes, as he responds "You shall soon see for yourself."

The flap was fully open now. Shan could see the iron cages that were lined out for them. He was right when he said the circus would become their prison again, he just didn't know how right he was. He just hoped Fay would remain safe. After all, she wasn't like the others.

Fay sneezes as she looks around, the feeling of a million pairs of eyes boring into her. She knew someone was watching her, she could feel it on the back of her neck. But what was even worse was the distinct feeling that she was in some sort of danger.

Maybe Shan was right after all.

Maybe Marita Young was dead.

Maybe this place would become a prison.

She hoped, for all their sakes, that he was wrong.

How was she to know that it was the opposite way around, and that she was in more danger than the others because she wasn't entirely like them? How was she to know that she would end up in more pain than them? And how was she supposed to know that the pair of eyes she was feeling on her backs were the result of what happened at the circus, and that her nightmare was only beginning.

All of their nightmares were.

It was only a mater of time before their fears caught up to them.