“Amory, my boy! We can’t keep that young man waiting! He will be waking soon. Do you have the things?!” Even though Amory was simply standing beside him, Taren screamed as loud as his lungs would let him. The noise did not bother the boy the slightest and he simply stood by the doctor’s side with a blank face. The doctor, yes. Taren was the doctor of the cirque. The word stretched its furthest in its meaning.
“Yes, Taren. I have them right here.” The child held up a small medical bag, his fingers gripped tightly around the leather strap.
“Good, good!” For a moment the man patted his pockets, as if searching for something, but simply continued on his way after a moment. “Yes. He should be awake now. No use in running, where would he go?” Taren laughed at his own joke. Amory simply stared, taking note of Taren’s actions as they made there way to the tent that was currently holding Ivan. It was across the circus, a tent where no one was allowed to enter bu the performers themselves and if anyone else were to peer inside, they would surely ‘disappear’ and never be heard of again.
“Taren! Taren! I heard the news!” What voice was calling out to him now? He had a busy day today. No distractions at the moment, but one of the two headed figures decided to show their faces. As, Roux. It would be her, seeing as she was quite fond of Taren. Despite what he had done to her.
“Yes, my dear, yes.” The group continued walking, Roux eager to follow as Cival tried his best to slow her down.
“Cival! Stop that!” Roux scolded the male beside her, glaring furiously at him.
“Make me!” His voice was harsh and painful to the ear.
The two continued with their bickering and as much as Taren would enjoy to stop, Amory kept him on track. He felt the small child grab his hand, giving it the slightest pull before he started to walk again. “Right, yes.” The tone in Taren’s voice was playful and mocking and quickly the two approached the tent. It was much smaller than the others and held a darker look to it. Amory simply walked inside, followed behind Taren.
In the middle of the tent laid Ivan. His face still showed that he was dazed and trying to find his surrounding. His face was blank as he noticed the two figures that walked into the tent. “You!” he screamed at both of them, but quickly stood up to grab at Amory, simply because he was closer. Before Ivan was even allowed a step forward, his body crumbled beneath him and it found it difficult to use his own limbs. Taren watched with interest as he pulled himself up off the ground again.
“My, my.” Taren held a cocky smile to his face as he stepped forward, watching him. “Can we get up? It doesn’t seem like it.”
Taren looked over his work. The work he was proud of and the work that kept a roof over his head as well as Amory’s and food in both their stomachs. “Amory, my boy. Make sure everything is running smoothly. He can hardly move. Sebastian will be quite proud. You were very much a success,” Taren spoke in an annoying tone. Annoying to Ivan’s ears. He could see in the teen’s eyes that he held pure hatred for him and most likely Sebastian once he realized who that was. Such a foolish boy not to know who he was.
Amory did as he was told, looking over the teen. it was difficult as he tried to smack away the small child, but his attempts were pathetic and useless. His limbs would take some time to gain full control and strength. From each joint in his arms a string was coming out. Ivan found himself constantly blinking before he felt two small hands on his face.
“What-” he started to yell, but was cut off by Taren yelling. For what reason he did not know. He stared at Amory as the child stared at him, curiously glancing at his face. One eye was a milky orange color, one in which Amory had to make sure was working correctly. Amory could tell the teen was staring at him, just as he was staring back, but had he realized why? Amory’s gaze flickered blankly toward him before removing his hands from his face. “You-” Ivan started horrified at what he was seeing.
“Oh, you’ve realized?” Taren laughed, walking over to Amory and putting a gentle hand on his shoulder. “His eyesight was growing horribly bad in one eye and we needed a replacement, but Amory of course could not have such a silly looking eye, could he? No, no. Your eye worked much better for him, but now you look more like a freak than before. Sebastian will be happy!” Taren eyed his creation once more. Each joint, including his legs and even the top of his head held a long thin wire of string. One highly smiler to a puppets. Hooked onto his back was a large wooden ‘X’ made out of a light wood to make it easier to carry. The teenager was now a walking, talking, living puppet. The one who pulled his strings, the man who kept this entire place running, Sebastian.
“What did you do to me?!” Ivan screamed angrily, his hands reaching forward, but he found himself unable to take full control of his body. Rage filled the teen to the brim. This was a dream! He was dreaming! This was not possible! When he thought of the performers lives, he was not expecting this is what it would be! Now he understood the woman’s sadness. The two headed freaks constant arguing and anger. This was not a choice they had. The man in front of him purposefully mutating their bodies to give others enjoyment. The train of thoughts was broken as his annoying voice spoke again.
“Welcome to the Cirque!”
“Yes, Taren. I have them right here.” The child held up a small medical bag, his fingers gripped tightly around the leather strap.
“Good, good!” For a moment the man patted his pockets, as if searching for something, but simply continued on his way after a moment. “Yes. He should be awake now. No use in running, where would he go?” Taren laughed at his own joke. Amory simply stared, taking note of Taren’s actions as they made there way to the tent that was currently holding Ivan. It was across the circus, a tent where no one was allowed to enter bu the performers themselves and if anyone else were to peer inside, they would surely ‘disappear’ and never be heard of again.
“Taren! Taren! I heard the news!” What voice was calling out to him now? He had a busy day today. No distractions at the moment, but one of the two headed figures decided to show their faces. As, Roux. It would be her, seeing as she was quite fond of Taren. Despite what he had done to her.
“Yes, my dear, yes.” The group continued walking, Roux eager to follow as Cival tried his best to slow her down.
“Cival! Stop that!” Roux scolded the male beside her, glaring furiously at him.
“Make me!” His voice was harsh and painful to the ear.
The two continued with their bickering and as much as Taren would enjoy to stop, Amory kept him on track. He felt the small child grab his hand, giving it the slightest pull before he started to walk again. “Right, yes.” The tone in Taren’s voice was playful and mocking and quickly the two approached the tent. It was much smaller than the others and held a darker look to it. Amory simply walked inside, followed behind Taren.
In the middle of the tent laid Ivan. His face still showed that he was dazed and trying to find his surrounding. His face was blank as he noticed the two figures that walked into the tent. “You!” he screamed at both of them, but quickly stood up to grab at Amory, simply because he was closer. Before Ivan was even allowed a step forward, his body crumbled beneath him and it found it difficult to use his own limbs. Taren watched with interest as he pulled himself up off the ground again.
“My, my.” Taren held a cocky smile to his face as he stepped forward, watching him. “Can we get up? It doesn’t seem like it.”
Taren looked over his work. The work he was proud of and the work that kept a roof over his head as well as Amory’s and food in both their stomachs. “Amory, my boy. Make sure everything is running smoothly. He can hardly move. Sebastian will be quite proud. You were very much a success,” Taren spoke in an annoying tone. Annoying to Ivan’s ears. He could see in the teen’s eyes that he held pure hatred for him and most likely Sebastian once he realized who that was. Such a foolish boy not to know who he was.
Amory did as he was told, looking over the teen. it was difficult as he tried to smack away the small child, but his attempts were pathetic and useless. His limbs would take some time to gain full control and strength. From each joint in his arms a string was coming out. Ivan found himself constantly blinking before he felt two small hands on his face.
“What-” he started to yell, but was cut off by Taren yelling. For what reason he did not know. He stared at Amory as the child stared at him, curiously glancing at his face. One eye was a milky orange color, one in which Amory had to make sure was working correctly. Amory could tell the teen was staring at him, just as he was staring back, but had he realized why? Amory’s gaze flickered blankly toward him before removing his hands from his face. “You-” Ivan started horrified at what he was seeing.
“Oh, you’ve realized?” Taren laughed, walking over to Amory and putting a gentle hand on his shoulder. “His eyesight was growing horribly bad in one eye and we needed a replacement, but Amory of course could not have such a silly looking eye, could he? No, no. Your eye worked much better for him, but now you look more like a freak than before. Sebastian will be happy!” Taren eyed his creation once more. Each joint, including his legs and even the top of his head held a long thin wire of string. One highly smiler to a puppets. Hooked onto his back was a large wooden ‘X’ made out of a light wood to make it easier to carry. The teenager was now a walking, talking, living puppet. The one who pulled his strings, the man who kept this entire place running, Sebastian.
“What did you do to me?!” Ivan screamed angrily, his hands reaching forward, but he found himself unable to take full control of his body. Rage filled the teen to the brim. This was a dream! He was dreaming! This was not possible! When he thought of the performers lives, he was not expecting this is what it would be! Now he understood the woman’s sadness. The two headed freaks constant arguing and anger. This was not a choice they had. The man in front of him purposefully mutating their bodies to give others enjoyment. The train of thoughts was broken as his annoying voice spoke again.
“Welcome to the Cirque!”
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