Post by Rosie on Feb 17, 2010 11:37:22 GMT -5
"Come one, come all...to the Dark Circus. See beings beyond your wildest imaginations. Monsters and demons from the very pits of hell." The dark clown called out with such gusto it made Rosie want to cringe. Sitting in her glass cage she looked down at her lock and tapped the glossy bottom with her little black shinny shoes. Her head tilting from side to side as eyes wandered to her fellow 'freaks'.
On her left side was a woman locked away in a cage, she wore a pretty blue dress and had lovely flowers in her hair but she was frightening even to the young undead creature. The woman seemed to have two faces, one a normal face and the second growing out the side of her head. A twin sister they said that did not fully grow. Now it left her as a monster in the eyes of humans.
The her other side was a man who had three legs and a crippled arm that was shriveled and nothing more then dry skin laid over thin bone. The man cried to himself as children poked at him with a stick, he curled up into his safe corner within the little wagon cage wishing he was dead rather then here.
Walking about the grounds was the strange dwarf who guided the little tour of freaks before the customers were taken into the tent to watch the show. Among all the monsters and mutated humans there sat Rosie, the only one who was truly a monster and the ring master knew it well. Despite being the worst of them all she seemed the most normal and the most frightened. Her wide little innocent eyes looking out at the people through the glass as she pressed her face against it and let red tears run down her face.
Her little powder blue dress was beautiful, matching the colors of the other freaks in their cages. Her hair in tight dark ringlet curls with a black ribbon tied neatly to the side. She was a beautiful little child and a ghastly shade of white as if she were a marble statue. Her tearstained face tugged at the hearts of the women walking by and asking why a child was kept in a glass cage with no air holes. "It needs no air madam, I assure you it is perfectly alright." The dwarf spoke in a calm tone glaring to Rosie who tapped on the glass whimpering now.
How had she come to this? How had she been taken up by these people and trapped within this cage? Lowering her head a little her eyes caught the motion of two men pushing along the crazy one who was neither male nor female. A muzzle over its mouth and a straightjacket holding its arms in place. The crazed on drooled snarled, thrashing about like a rabid beast. How indeed had she come to this, trapped by the living in a glass box all alone and far from her home.
They would do the mirror trick again and show what a freak she was, the undead little freak. They would surround her with mirrors and she would scream and thrash is such pain that her cries would make their ears bleed. Her nose would bleed first, then her mouth. Before long she would melt into a pool or blood, bubble and boil at the sight of the mirrors that threaten to pull her soul back into hell. When all was lost they would take the goat and cut it's throat, her small thing tendrils hooking into its system and draining it dry of blood before her body reformed to perfect condition minus the fact she would grow horns and hooves for hands.
She would stay deformed for the rest of the day, no longer a perfect beautiful little girl but a monster and at the end of the day they would give her what she truly need. They would give her human blood, toss some lowly homeless person into her glass cage and she would feed off them to cure herself of the horrible deformities. She would take every last drop of blood and devoured the flesh until the next night there was nothing left of the body but a few shattered bones and a very sorrow filled child. Rosie wanted her freedom back, she was tired of this game and it was this distress that made her pound on the glass now screaming for help. Humans felt so much for children; one of them would have to save her for who could let a child rot in a glass cage like this?
On her left side was a woman locked away in a cage, she wore a pretty blue dress and had lovely flowers in her hair but she was frightening even to the young undead creature. The woman seemed to have two faces, one a normal face and the second growing out the side of her head. A twin sister they said that did not fully grow. Now it left her as a monster in the eyes of humans.
The her other side was a man who had three legs and a crippled arm that was shriveled and nothing more then dry skin laid over thin bone. The man cried to himself as children poked at him with a stick, he curled up into his safe corner within the little wagon cage wishing he was dead rather then here.
Walking about the grounds was the strange dwarf who guided the little tour of freaks before the customers were taken into the tent to watch the show. Among all the monsters and mutated humans there sat Rosie, the only one who was truly a monster and the ring master knew it well. Despite being the worst of them all she seemed the most normal and the most frightened. Her wide little innocent eyes looking out at the people through the glass as she pressed her face against it and let red tears run down her face.
Her little powder blue dress was beautiful, matching the colors of the other freaks in their cages. Her hair in tight dark ringlet curls with a black ribbon tied neatly to the side. She was a beautiful little child and a ghastly shade of white as if she were a marble statue. Her tearstained face tugged at the hearts of the women walking by and asking why a child was kept in a glass cage with no air holes. "It needs no air madam, I assure you it is perfectly alright." The dwarf spoke in a calm tone glaring to Rosie who tapped on the glass whimpering now.
How had she come to this? How had she been taken up by these people and trapped within this cage? Lowering her head a little her eyes caught the motion of two men pushing along the crazy one who was neither male nor female. A muzzle over its mouth and a straightjacket holding its arms in place. The crazed on drooled snarled, thrashing about like a rabid beast. How indeed had she come to this, trapped by the living in a glass box all alone and far from her home.
They would do the mirror trick again and show what a freak she was, the undead little freak. They would surround her with mirrors and she would scream and thrash is such pain that her cries would make their ears bleed. Her nose would bleed first, then her mouth. Before long she would melt into a pool or blood, bubble and boil at the sight of the mirrors that threaten to pull her soul back into hell. When all was lost they would take the goat and cut it's throat, her small thing tendrils hooking into its system and draining it dry of blood before her body reformed to perfect condition minus the fact she would grow horns and hooves for hands.
She would stay deformed for the rest of the day, no longer a perfect beautiful little girl but a monster and at the end of the day they would give her what she truly need. They would give her human blood, toss some lowly homeless person into her glass cage and she would feed off them to cure herself of the horrible deformities. She would take every last drop of blood and devoured the flesh until the next night there was nothing left of the body but a few shattered bones and a very sorrow filled child. Rosie wanted her freedom back, she was tired of this game and it was this distress that made her pound on the glass now screaming for help. Humans felt so much for children; one of them would have to save her for who could let a child rot in a glass cage like this?