Cirque Du Freak (Chapter 9)
Title: Cirque Du Freak (Chapter 9)
Author: devilsxdancex
Rating: PG-13 will go up later on
Pairing: Brendon/ Spencer lightly, Brendon/ Ryan later on.
POV: 1st (Brendon)
Summary: AU Brendon and Spencer go to a carnival. Nothing bad happens at a carnival...right?
Disclamer: Dont own boys or plot. Dont sue
There was no need for screaming since the freak was chained up in the cage; although he did look scary. It was the wolf-man. He was very ugly, with hair all over his body, and only wore a piece of cloth around his middle, like Tarzan, so we could see his hairy legs, belly, back and arms. He had a long bushy beard, which covered most of his face. His eyes were yellow and his teeth were red.
He shook the bars of the cage and roared. It was pretty scary and lots more people screamed when he roared. The wolf-man went on shaking the bars and jumping around, before calming down. When he was sitting on his backside, the way dogs do, Mr. Valo walked on and spoke.
“Ladies and gentlemen,” he said, “welcome to the Cirque Du Freak, home of the worlds most remarkable human beings. We are an ancient circus. We have toured for five hundred years, bringing the grotesque to generation after generation. Our lineup has changed many times, but never our aim, which is to astound and terrify you! We present acts both frightening and bizarre, acts you can find nowhere else in the world. Those of you who are scared easily should leave now. I’m sure there are people who came tonight thinking this was a joke. Maybe they thought our freaks would be people in masks, or harmless misfits. This is not so! Every act you see tonight is real. Each performer is unique, and none are harmless.”
As soon as he finished his speech he walked back to the end of the stage. Two women in shiny suits came on next and unlocked the door to the cage. A few people looked scared but nobody left. The wolf-man was yapping and howling when he first came out of the cage, until one of the ladies hypnotized him with her fingers while other lady spoke.
“You must be very quiet,” she said, in a finish accent if I’m correct. “The wolf-man will not be able to hurt you as long as we control him, but a loud sound could wake him up, and then he would be deadly!”
They stepped down from the stage and walked the hypnotized wolf-man though the theater. His hair was a dirty gray color and he walked with a stoop, fingers hanging down around his knees. The ladies stayed by his side and warned people to be quiet. They let you stroke him if you wanted, but you had to do it gently. Spencer rubbed him when he went by but I was afraid he might wake up and bit me, so I didn’t.
“What did it feel like?” I asked, as quietly as I could.
“It was spiky,” Spencer replied, “like a hedgehog.” He lifted his fingers to his nose and sniffed. “It smells strange too, like burning rubber.”
The wolf-man and the ladies were about halfway down the rows of seats when there was a big BANG!
I don’t know what made the noise, but the wolf-man began roaring and he shoved the ladies away from him. People screamed and those nearest him leaped from their seats and ran. One woman wasn’t quick enough, and the wolf-man leaped on her and dragged her to the ground. She was screaming at the top of her lungs, but nobody tired to help her. He rolled her over onto her back and bared his teeth. She stuck a hand up to push him away, but he got his teeth on it and bit it off.
A couple of people fainted when they saw that and a bunch more began yelling and running. Then, out of nowhere, Mr. Valo grabbed the wolf man from behind. He struggled for a few seconds, but when Mr. Valo whispered something in his ear he relaxed. While Mr. Valo led him back to the stage, the women calmed down the crowd and told them to return to their seats.
While the crowd hesitated, the woman with the bitten-off hand went on screaming. Blood was pumping out of the end of her wrist, covering the ground and other people. Spencer and I were staring at her, our mouths wide open, wondering if she was going to die. Mr. Valo returned from the stage, picked up the severed hand, and gave a loud whistle. Two people in blue robes with hoods over their head ran forward. They were short, not much bigger than Spencer and me, but with thick arms and legs and lost of muscles. Mr. Valo sat the woman up and whispered something in her ear. She stopped screaming and sat stiff.
Mr. Valo took hold of the wrist, then reached into his pocket and took our small brown leather pouch. He opened it with his fee hand and sprinkled a sparkly pink powder onto the bleeding wrist. Then he stuck the hand against it and nodded to the two people in the blue suits. They produced a pair of needles and loads of orange string. And then, to the amazement of everybody in the theater, they started to stitch the hand back onto the wrist!
The people in blue robes stitched for five or six minutes. The woman didn’t feel any pain, even though their needles were going in and out of her flesh, all the way around the wrist. When finished, they put their needles and unused thread away and returned to wherever they’d come from. Mr. Valo let go of the wrist and stepped back.
“Move your fingers,” he said. The woman stared at him blankly. “Move your fingers.” He said again, and this time she gave them a wiggle.
They moved!
Everybody gasped, while the woman starred at the fingers as though she didn’t believe they were real. Then she stood and lifted the hand about her head and shook it as heard as she could, and it was as good as new! You could see the stitches but there was no more blood and the fingers seemed to be working fine.
“You will be ok,” Mr. Valo told her. “The stitches will fall out after a couple of days. It will be fine after that.”
“Maybe that’s not good enough!” someone shouted, and a big red-faced man stepped forward. “I’m her husband,” he said, “and I say we should go to a doctor and then the police! You can’t let a wild animal like that out into a crowd! What if he’d bitten her head off?!
“Then she would be dead,” Mr. Valo said calmly.
“Listen, buster…,” the husband began, but Mr. Valo interrupted. “Tell me, sir,” Mr. Valo said, “where were you when the wolf-man was attacking?”
“Me?!” the man asked.
“Yes,” Mr. Valo said. “You are her husband. You were sitting beside her when the he escaped. Why did you not leapt to her rescue?”
“Well, I… there was no time… I couldn’t… I wasn’t…” No matter what he said, the husband couldn’t win because he had been running away, looking after himself.
“Listen to me,” Mr. Valo said. “I gave fair warning. I said this show could be dangerous. This is not a nice, safe circus where nothing goes wrong. Mistakes can and do happen, and sometimes people end up a lot worse off than your wife. That’s why this show is banned. That’s why we must play in old theaters in the middle of the night. Most of the time, thing go smoothly and nobody get hurt. But we can not guarantee your safety. We can not guarantee anybody’s safety. Another accident like this is unlikely, but it could happen. Once again I say if you are afraid, leave. Leave now, before it is too late!”
A few did leave but most stayed to see the rest of the show, including the woman who nearly lost her hand. After Mr. Valo left the stage and everyone settled down the second freak came on, Adam Ribs. He was more of a comedy act than a scary one, which was just what we needed to calm us down after the terrifying start. I looked over my shoulder while he was on, and noticed two of the blue-hooded people down on their knees, cleaning blood from the floor.
Adam said that he was just naturally skinny. And by your definition of skinny would be an understatement since Adam was literally a skeleton! He would have looked scary only he had a huge smile that reached his brown eyes and short blonde hair, and from what I can tell a nose ring. Funny music played and he danced around the stage. He dressed in ballet clothes and looked so funny that everyone was laughing. After a while, he stopped dancing and began stretching. He said he was also a contortionist (someone who can bend every which way the desired).
First, he tilted his head back so far, it looked like it had been cut off. He turned around so we could se his upside-down face, and then went on leaning backward until his head was touching the floor. Then he put his hands around the back of his legs and pulled his head through until it was sticking up in front of him. He got a huge round of applause fro that, after which he straightened up and began twisting his body around like a curly straw. He kept twisting, five times around, until his bones began to creak from the strain. He stood like that for a minute, and then began to unwind really, really fast.
Next, he got two drumsticks with the furry ends. He took the first drumstick and hit one of his ribs with it. He opened his mouth and a musical not sprang out; and oddly enough it sounded like a piano note. Then he closed his mouth and struck a rib on the other side of his body, this time it was a louder, higher note. After a few more practice notes, he kept his mouth open and began to play London Bridge is falling down among other songs.
A/N: sorry for the long wait...hope you havent given up on me