Snippet #2609386

Krista’s drab trailer lurched to a stop, marking the end of the circus’s journey to Jupiter, Florida. The woman, otherwise known as the Human Pincushion, peered down at the small glass of alcohol that had a few wickedly sharp, curved fish hooks soaking in it. She knew that the moment she managed to unpack and unfold her small tent, where her act would take place, that Elsa would be on them to start practicing – as if it took a large amount of skill to sink metal through her skin and pierce her skin and pluck the pieces out.

For some reason people seemed to be fascinated by how she could deal with the metal sinking into her flesh. They loved to watch her pull the metal free, the splash of crimson that would then flow from the open wounds. They’d wince in pain each time she’d pluck one out, or gasp in astonishment simply upon seeing her face when she had her glittering hoops and barbells in. A lot of the time the people acted as if they could feel the pain of the instruments they used – which would be pretty hilarious, considering that she didn’t feel it.

Giving her head a quick shake, Krista stepped out of her trailer just in time to catch a few snippets of conversation.

“Police…”
“Murder?!”
“FREAKS!”

There was a tension in the air, already. It seemed that wherever the circus went the ‘normals’ felt it was necessary to start something with the group. They’d sneer at them in the daylight but come nighttime they’d flock to the circus, wanting to see the strange people, the wolf-boy. The irony was hilarious, how much they craved to see those who were different, even as they feared those differences.

Still, the word, Murder, worried Krista, the trouble that was going to come to the circus would affect her family, and since she didn’t know the full story she would have to seek out someone who had not been lingering in their trailer when the police came around…

Besides, it wasn’t as if she particularly had to practice. She felt no pain. All she’d need to do before her performance is dress up, add a little bit of flair, and stick a few sharp instruments through her skin. No big deal for the woman who couldn’t feel any pain.