I know this was due a couple days ago and I am so sorry it isn't on time. I picked up some shifts at work! I hope you all enjoy this chapter, it is one of my favorites to write! As a side note, this will be a two part chapter, because I am adding a second part to it. Much love, YJW

Chapter Ten: 3rd Person:

As Friday came around, Malayne was getting more and more restless as night was growing near. She had been contacted a month before from her adopted family about joining in a show since they were in Japan. They told Malayne about the show and how they wanted to incorporate a musical that they had seen and wanted to recreate. Malayne readily agreed, more excited about seeing everyone than anything else. After the last couple of nights and dealing with other gangs, she was ready to relax, well not so much relax than doing a thing she used to love so much. Malayne finished cakes that were all due the next night, and quickly closed up the shop.

Around seven o'clock the host club arrived to the carnival, completely stupefied by the utter horror that surrounded them. People were walking around with blood dripping everywhere and some even had organs hanging out of their bodies. When they came to the gate a large man stopped them and asked for some ID. When it was all presented, the man stopped and looked at a paper next to him.

"You are all free to go inside, our madam has already paid for your tickets," his voice boomed.

"What, er, madam would that be," Kyoya asked, pushing up his glasses.

"Madam Malayne."

The group all looked at each other in surprise, but before they could ask anything else they were told to move along and enjoy the show. They went straight for the tent in hopes of getting more answers, but again before they could they were seen and taken directly to their seat, that was reserved specifically for them. They sat obediently, and waited for the show to begin.

More and more people trickled in and soon people where not even allowed to sit as there was no room. Bleachers were filled to the brim and all the isles were being sat in so all could see. That's when everything went dark.

"Ladies and Gentlemen," A woman's voice rang out.

Before the spot light flickered on, the club already knew who the voice belonged to. The light flickered on and there stood Malayne, the group was surprised and not just because of her being in center stage. Malayne had her blonde hair in it''s wavy mess, her piercings all noticeable, but most surprising was her body. She wore only ribbon, the ribbon covered her nipples, and V'd around her genitalia. The ribbons curved around her arms and down her legs, across her stomach but kept her back open, as well as to keep her ass bare.

"Welcome to the Show! My name is Malayne, and I am the special guest of tonight," She chirped and bowed.

"For tonight only, if you are following us from America, you know I am not normally in the show, but tonight since my family is here, so am I. Tonight is also special because we will have two intermissions for you guys, and why that is special is because at those intermissions we will be putting on two different stories. Otherwise it will be a normal show, well normal for us, and if you have never seen us just a heads up, we are not normal. Good luck, and don't get too scared."

The lights went out once more and that was when the show really began.

Malayne was in back hyperventilating, she had hoped the host club wouldn't actually come, and was trying to track her down somewhere. She felt really embarrassed for her outfit, or lack thereof, normally it wouldn't bother her but being in front of people you know and see everyday was a game changer. Time seemed to fly as the show continued to go on, the first intermission was next and so she put 'normal' clothes on top of her ribbons. She pulled her hair up in a ponytail as she heard Erik, the other actor, playing his monologue. She walked into the darkness and prepared herself for the first song.

"Here's one from DeadNotSleeping. "Long time watcher, first time writing." Blah blah blah blah... "You always say on your blog that you will 'show her the way, show her you are a true villain'. Who is 'her' and does she even know that you're..."

Erik stared into space, toward the audience as the music began. The light dimmed on Erik and lit up the other side of the stage where he walked over, taking off his lab coat and setting it in his basket, before 'entering' the laundry mat.

The laundry mat held many people in there, one being Malayne.

"Laundry Day. See you there.
Underthings...tum-b-ling.
Wanna say "Love your hair."
Here I go (mmmrrhhrr) mum-b-ling.
With my freeze ray I will stop - the world.
With my freeze ray
I will find the time to find the words to
Tell you how. How you make.
Make me feel. What's the phrase?
Like a fool. Kinda sick.
Special needs. Anyways.
With my freeze ray I will stop - the pain.
It's not a death ray or an ice beam, that's all Johnny Snow.
I just think you need time to know
That I'm the guy to make it real.
The feelings you don't dare to feel.
I'll bend the world to our will
And we'll make Time stand ... still."

Erik took Malayne and started twirling her around, but soon spun her away and started going about their Landry habits, "That's the plan. Rule the world
You and me. Any day.
Love your hair."
"What," Malayne questioned
"What? No! no no no, I love the air. "

The light dimmed and lit up on the other side of the stage with Erik putting on his lab coat, "With my freeze ray I will stop."

With that the music ended and Malayne stepped off stage until her next entrance. She walked around and grabbed some water to kill time, but still couldn't share the uneasiness that she felt.

Half of the stage lit up and Malayne tried to give a flier to a person walking by, "Will you lend a caring hand - to shelter those who need it? Only have to sign your name, don't even have to read it. Would you help? No? How about you?"

She walked up to Erik and tried to hand him on but he acted scared.

"Argh. Ah. Hah. What?"

"I was wondering if I could just... Hey, I know you!"

"Hello. You know me? Cool. I mean. Yeah, you do. Do you," Erik asked trying to look cool.

"From the laundromat."

As the story continued, the host club was stupefied at how professional their friend looked, and how beautiful her voice was. The whole story was beautiful and entrancing, everyone in the audience gasped at the right moments and laughed when needed. The background was ever moving and perfectly timed, and everything seemed like how a story should be. Malayne looked as happy as she did when she was decorating a cake, everyone in the club noticed but few cared.

Malayne was sitting on a washing machine facing Erik when her background story began, and to everyone's surprise there was honest emotion in her voice and in her emotional face.

"Here's a story of a girl who grew up lost and lonely,
Thinking love was fairy tales and trouble was made only - for me.
Even in the darkness every color can be found.
And every day of rain brings water flowing to things growing in the ground!
Grief replaced with pity for a city barely coping,
Dreams are easy to achieve if hope is all I'm hoping to be.
Anytime you're hurt there's one who has it worse around.
And every drop of rain will keep you growing seeds you're sowing in the ground!
So keep your head up Billy, buddy..."

A tear was seen slipping out of Malayne's eye that even caught off Erik. Malayne kept on acting, trying to ignore the fact that she almost broke down on stage, in front of so many people. She pushed through and ignored the fact that she could cry in a moments notice, but unfortunately there was no crying in her parts. Some people in the crowd had started crying, one being Tamaki.

"Good. They're good. He's nice. I'll be interested to know what you think of him. He said he might stop by," Malayne chirped.

"Stop by here?!"

"Yeah?"

Erik looked panicked, "OH! Goodness. Look at my wrist. I gotta go."

Time Skip-

After the end of Doctor Horrible's story,while the whole audience was crying at Malayne's death, three people walked out of the tent, and waited for Malayne to take her normal break until the next show. At the site of Malayne getting up and nodding, the club walked out of the tent and waited closer to the back for Malayne to accompany them.

When she walked out, Malayne was in black skinny jeans and a tank top that left a lot of cleavage. She greeted the group with a shy smile and rubbed the back of her head.

"Surprise," she meekly stated.

"Ma-chan, why didn't you tell us you used to work in the carnival?"

"Well it's not something that comes up in conversation. I had only been working in the carnival from when I was six until I moved here when I was thirteen. I was adopted by the ringleader and his wife."

"That's what you call running away from home just because you wanted attention?"

Malayne's happy eyes suddenly went dark and very terrifying.

"Tamaki, please take the others back in the tent. I don't want you to see what kind of person I am about to become," Malayne calmly spoke.

Before he, or anyone else, could move three people walked around the corner. One looked identical to Malayne, and the other two looked to be her parents. They were very high class and very snooty.

"Wanting attention is what you do when you run away, when I do it, it is safety reasons. You drive a car into building and it's a cry for attention instead of needing to go to a mental institution. Don't talk to me about wanting attention, I never wanted the attention I got from father dearest and mother dearest," Malayne snarled.

Malayne's twin cackled, but when she stepped forward she suddenly stopped and frowned. The club couldn't see why she stopped until they heard the cocking of a gun.

"I told you last time that if any of you came near me I would shoot you. I will not tolerate any of you, and if you think otherwise then you need to go to a therapist and question them why your abused daughter is now defending herself."

"Oh, don't be so dramatic dear, and not in front of your new friends," her mother waved her hand.

"How do you know they are new?"

"Kyoya has been keeping us updated, and that is how we knew you would be here and why we came for a visit."

Malayne froze, but slowly turned toward Kyoya, who held no regrets on his face. She knew now was not the time to deal with it.

"You will not be receiving anymore information on me from this day on, and whatever you need, you can save your breath and leave now." Malayne put the gun on safety and holstered the gun so it rested on her thigh.

"We need security," Her mother blurted.

Malayne looked her mother in the eyes and laughed, and continued to laugh until tears streamed down her face, "Y-you need protection, from me. From the daughter that ran away to stop what you did to me on a daily basis. You expect me to help you. You must be out of your goddamn mind."

By the end, the look on Malayne's face had terrified her family, and made the club happy they couldn't see her face. Her parents had taken a step back, but her sister had stayed where she was.

"You are the most powerful person we know, and yes we know who you are. Are you willing to let your family die because you hold a grudge that happened forever ago," Her twin asked.

"I begged the lot of you to kill me, everyday, but you got some sick pleasure out of seeing me in pain, and you my own twin helped them instead of me. So, yes, I am willing. You killed me the day I pleaded with you to help me against them, then you joined them. You all became dead to me when I realized I was nothing to you. You will never get my help, and if you are seen on my property, house or work, you will be shot on spot. Now if you choose not to believe me, I will not be held responsible if you are found dead the next day."

Malayne turned toward the club, hair covering her face, and ushered the club back into the tent.

"I'm sorry you all had to see that, but it needed to be said. Oh, and Kyoya? If I hear you are talking to anyone without my permission again, we are going to have a problem," Malayne glared.

The glare sent a shiver down Kyoya's spine, but he nodded all the same. A memory popped into his head, the chairman telling him not to piss her off.

As he watched her retreating form, remembering the glare, one that could scare the devil himself, he knew he would have to walk on eggshells around her for a while. Although he also congratulated himself on the information he just acquired. Now one question still remained.

Who was Malayne?