Ultear
The Ringmaster looked down at Ultear, but Ultear was so far gone in an illusion, she was hitting marriage.
Their kids, twin sons with messy black hair, were playing in their large backyard. Their eyes were a light brown and they were playing tag, what Ultear wanted to do when she was a kid. Their grass was greener than their money, and their son's laughter echoed everywhere. Not to forget the neighbors, the smiling, loving neighbors; all of them Ultear's friends. She was completely surrounded with people who loved her, including her husband. Ultear could feel a tear coming from her left eye, her illusions were heaven. To have such a large amount of people love her was too much for her emotional structure.
Her sunny world was shattered when she was hoisted up by the chin, everything became gray and ugly, the real world. Ultear soon felt the crushing grip around her jawbone and she cringed in pain, what was happening?
"Do not speak like that to me," Ultear only caught a glimpse of the Ringmasters dark eyes before she was thrown away. She landed on her back and was overcome with pain. She could only see white and was immobilized, wanting to speak, to scream, but the pain paralyzed her. The bottle broke and Ultear felt the shards dig deep in her back. And there was another pain at the back of her head... did she hit something? Ultear tried to curl her toes but she couldn't. Almost slipping off into unconsciousness, Ultear recalled the time when she started to like the Ringmaster.
Ultear was enjoying a busy day at the fair and one of the old shops that were allowed outside was selling elephant ears. To enjoy a sweet snack, Ultear happily brought one from Victor, who knew her well. He gave her a fresh one, covered in the white drug, and without thinking, Ultear bit down. She dropped the ear as soon as she felt the burning sensation on her tongue. Before Ultear could properly pout over her dropped sweet, she saw a gloved hand holding a cup of ice. She looked up and saw the Ringmaster standing above her, face hidden behind his white mask. She took the cup and was going to thank him, but he was already walking away.
Ultear jolted up from her illusion, immediately regretting it. Her head was thumping and she knew she was bleeding all over her back. Ultear wiped a tear from her eye and slowly got up. She limped towards a familiar cage, Lluvia. She was the exhibitor that brought in extra money, the doctor. She was able to heal just about anything besides diseases. Lluvia taxed the exhibitors who wanted a cut mended or wanted to be healed of something more serious, like a broken bone. The tax varied, of course.
"Lluvia, I have a story to show you. One of your favorites...Macbeth." Ultear murmured weakly. She was leaning on the door and fighting to stay conscious. Like most of the circus, Lluvia loved to watch her favorite stories come to life before her. Which is why, Ultear would always get an untaxed healing.