:) I'm sorry on the delay

Truthfully I'm already pumped for the next page because the….

I'll just keep that a secret.

Anyway I promise to do better on updating

Her eyes locked on the man in the trench coat, never leaving him until a sharp pain at her lower arm made her eyes drift away. It started off as a pinch of pain, but when her honey-colored irises shifted downwards at her arm they widened in shock as the pain erupted throughout her body.

There was a knife lodged in her arm, pinning her against the board. Any normal person would have screamed or cried, but Ursi knew if she did there were worse things that could happen than a knife throwing trick.

She bite her tongue hard and held back any tears. Right then another knife stabbed into her other arm. The stitching holding her arm together was starting to slip.

"Ladies and gentlemen, what did I tell you! A girl that can feel no pain!" He waved a knife around as he was speaking to the gathering crowd. Ursi whipped her head around quickly, trying to find the trench coat man, but the more she looked the more her vision started to fade. The blurry images of the faces in the crowd slowly morphed into the face of a man known as her father.

"Papa…" Ursi said quietly to him, but he did nothing but stand and stare. Everything around him was starting to get blurry, almost like she was underwater, but her father stood out clear to her. "Papa," she tried again, a little louder this time, and this time her father did move.

He raised his arm towards her and held out her old teddy bear. Ursi's eyes widened and started to shake. "No, Papa, NO!" She wormed about on her wooden board trying to get away from her father as he approached her.

He kept holding the doll up until it was in her face. The black coal eyes of the doll stared into the honey-colored irises of the doll girl.

"Please stop..." She closed her eyes tightly hoping the image would leave her head.

With her eyes closed she heard the voices of many people making comments and talking with one another. Ursi opened her eyes slowly and was blinded by the sunlight until the faces of the crowd and the ring master began to appear before her. Her vision focused on the crowd and the blaring sun started to fade.

But what caught her again that afternoon was the trench coat man. He seemed close to her, like he pushed his way through the crowd. But why was he in a panic? Ursi pulled her gaze away to see what he was looking at.

It was her arm on the floor. She guessed the stitching from her arm must have loosened to the point that her arm fell off. Ursi looked back at the trench coat man who seemed to take another step towards her, but at the same time he seemed very cautious in his movements.

It made no sense to her. She did not know this man and he did not know her. But for some strange reason, Ursi felt like like she was holding on to thin string of life and it was him.

The cuffs that were holding her dropped her to her knees as she slid down to the floor. The ring master was making some comments on the wonder of human and doll parts and how an unstitched arm can cause no harm. It was almost laughably sad how the people believed the stuff he was saying.

The first time she heard it, it was sickening to her stomach, but now it was like a broken record to her, with that ugly sound because someone scratched it. She decided she had enough of listening the old fat man.

So Ursi picked up her arm and held close to her chest. She didn't want to lose it in the packed crowd. The big man in the coat was standing close to her but made no movements to come to her. She felt a bit of comfort and safety from him being near her. "Come on, girly, on your feet and back into your cage," the big muscle man spoke as he raised her on her feet with her good arm. Ursi quickly looked to her side just as the trench coat man spoke to her again. "I'll see you tonight?"

It was weird. With everything that was going on, and how the people voices seemed to be everywhere, that it was the honey-slick voice from the trench coat man that stood out to her.

Ursi turned her head to reply to him but she was quickly being tugged away and deeper into the crowd. She tried to keep her eyes on him, but the black fedora hat and the blue scarf seemed to faded away.

And Ursi lost sight of the trench coat man.

She quickly turned her head to the muscle man and spoke carefully to him. "Are you going to give me string and needles?" She guessed her question must have been funny because he started laughing, which caused him to tighten his grip on her.

"You're a funny girl…..doll. But I'll see what the ring master wants to do."

She shifted her eyes up to him, wondering why asking for string and needle was funny, but he also did not answer her question correctly. Normally, any person would talk back.

But the words in her head were fear keeps you safe. She was scared of the punishments that the ring master could think up. So rather safe than sorry, Ursi looked down and nodded to him, though she was pretty sure that he did not see it, since he was too busy pulling her towards her cage and not looking at her.

"We're not going to be traveling any time soon, right?" Ursi knew it was dangerous to ask this question. She wanted to slap herself for not thinking before asking him, even though she had just thought about keeping her mouth shut.

The muscle man slowed his steps down but was still dragging and pulling her like a sack of potatoes. If she had bones, Ursi new her wrist might have popped or cracked. Even still he seemed to speak as if he were confused about why she would ask. "We make money here."

Ursi wanted to roll her eyes but stopped her self. That was such a typical answer from a muscle person, to talk just like a dumb caveman. All brawn and no brains. "Why do you want to know?" He turned his head just a little towards Ursi when he asked her this question, but all she did was just slump her shoulders and look towards the ground. She was not really sure on how to answer him. It was probably better to be quiet than let him have a hint that she was being nosy.

Truthfully, she wanted to stay in New York for as long a she could because

She wanted to know more of the mystery of the trench coat man.