Carnival Grounds

Dean Blake

"Well, I guess my vote would be that some of us search for an instantaneous unlocking mechanism for the bracelets that won't work unless in direct contact with The Ringmaster's while others search for and find Cyrus who disappeared in the destruction tonight. I don't know who his is with, if anyone but if we want a shot at killing The Ringmaster, his bracelet should be the first to come off." Dean felt Dryad lean against him and again he actually felt her touching him. Not just the kinetic energy. He wracked his brain for an explanation as to why her touch did not affect him.

Dryad nuzzled Dean shoulder and blinked at him curiously she could tell he was thinking about something...He always had that look on his face when he was. "What is it Dean??? I can tell somethings on your mind..." She blinked and worriedly frowned worried it might be something bad. While waiting for his answer knowing it might take some time with him so deep in thought she directed her attention to the vines that naturally grew on her arms. Lately they had been getting stronger and maturing more perhaps the fact shed been exercising her powers more was helping them to grow. It was good to think of these things to Dryad she wanted to be stronger next time they faced a problem...

Nyx sighed and tugged at her bracelet. All her vampiric strength could not break the thing. She huffed. She tired to listen to the others but found her mind shifting elsewhere. She wished she could dance. It was amazing to be so high dancing in the air on the silk scarves. She flopped backward on the bed. "I know of all people It'll be rather strange for me to say this but Why don't we just forget him. We got away. We could start living our lives without him. He dictated our every move for all of our- well some of our-lives. He's doing it now. We are so concerned with him. Why don't we start anew?" She said thinking aloud.

Romulus nodded, understanding Dean's suspicion, "I understand what you mean, I'm running on the fact that he is different then the rest of his species. He is more loyal, it would better to keep any offers we have on the table though."

Cyrus twisted around curiously as the commotion only got larger, and he had no intention of sticking around to find out what was happening. His eyes focused of the rear end of the Circus, as he recalled an exit being there. He began striding briskly through the ensuring chaos, as he blended in perfectly he was just another person trying to get away. Although he held no fear on his face, he was completely confident about his predicament so no one thought nothing of him, and completely ignored him a feeling that he had long since missed.

As he reached the exit, which only had a few people slipping passed it frantically to escape, his lips slowly parted into a grin. "Well if I had known it'd been this easy to escape I'd have gotten out ages ago." Although he hadn't been trapped there particularly long, it felt like years to him. He pushed past the exit, and took a gasp of the fresh air, before stopping in mid-pace he took one last look at the carnival before laughing manically at how easy it had been to escape, he then turned around walking at a completely average pace, whilsting like nothing in the world could stop him.

As Cyrus continued along, he found himself walking down a long winding road it seemed to go on forever, his eyes widened at the site but he gathered slight comfort from the fact that he was putting distance between him and the Circus. The first thing he gathered that he'd do, was perhaps go public about this, try to get as much attention as possible and get a heap load of cash out of it, and that was all he'd ever wanted from the beginning. He doubted anyone would beleive him at first, but hey not being able to die did gather attention from what he gathered.

After several minutes of walking, Cyrus felt an itchy sensation come into contact with his arm he sighed hesitantly, before pulling up his sleeve revealing the bracelet that he had been forced to wear ever since he came to the Circus. He muttered to himself hazily, "No it's not enough to mentally, and physically scar me they have to brand me aswell." he shook his head before resuming his former pace. He figured he'd be able to get it off with some tools or something, or he could always just cut off his own arm a prospect that didn't bring much excitement to him but he'd rather do that then retain this mark, which he viewed as an insult.

As he continued, his eyes spotted a small shack which had gotten closer. It wasn't that far off, and Cyrus just wanted to sleep, sleep without being in the Circus. Sleep knowing that he was free and wasn't going to wake up in that shitty place again. As he walked towards it, his eyes scanned for anything living, he heard nothing, as for the shack it was made of wood and was barely standing, it had various tools, and a bench which looked rotted from decay, but it still felt better than the Circus's accommodations. He brushed passed the tools, and adopted a fetal position on the bench, before yawning and slowly closing his eyes, drifting slowly but surely to sleep.

Four laid back on the car, very quietly. She didn't want to alert the people driving. Suddenly A sign caught her eye. It was for the circus. No! They had been driving in the wrong direction. The drove down a sort of barren, long winding road. She could see the circus ahead. She jumped off the car and the car continued on. She wondered what was going on in the circus right now. Maybe there was something in there that she could use to get this stupid bracelet off. She snuck into the tent and there wasn't anybody there. Not even the ringmaster. She frowned. Something wasn't right. She decided to sit down and eat something she had brought with her. She then searched for more money and food, and hopefully a pair of clothes that suited her four arms. She found two more pairs and shoved them into her backpack. Her backpack was a little empty from leaving most of the stuff with the others, and so she was happy to be restocking. She looked around for some sort of maintenance room. She ran through the circus, her eyes darting this way and that. She spotted a door with -employees only- on the top of it.

She skidded to a halt and opened the door. She shuffled around to find maintenance stuff. She found a hammer, wrench, a small saw, and pliers. she sat down and started trying to hammer the bracelet off. It didn't really do anything except scrape up some paint chips. She then tried the wrench but all it did was make shallow grooves in the bracelet. The pliers were no better. SHe finally resorted to sawing at the bracelet. It only scratched all the paint off, and dinged up the surface. It was no use! How was she going to get this stupid thing off? She then started pulling at it, using her strength. It created scrapes and dings but nothing else. She sat down, frustrated. She looked around for anything else that might be useful, and spotted a flashlight. That could be helpful, maybe. She shoved it into her backpack and stood up. It was no use staying here, the ringmaster might be somewhere.

She slipped out of the maintenance room and exited the circus. She looked around. No cars seemed to be going by. She didn't want to sit here and wait for one, so she started off down the long rode. She decided to walk instead of run, mostly because she had a long day. By now the sky was dark and she was looking for shelter. She spotted a shack, which was better than nothing, and ran toward it. The sky was a dark blue and she opened the door. she looked in and two eyes were staring back at her. She shrieked in surprise and fell back onto a bucket. She grabbed the flashlight from her bag and flipped it on, casting shadows across the room. She sighed in relief as she recognized who it was.

Cyrus

As the others carried on in the motel room, Sagoth stalked across the upper floor balcony, looking for susceptible prey. He stopped in front of a door, searching inside the room with a mental probe. As soon as he felt an echo back he sent a strong reign of mental ties inside the room, grabbing at the human males mind. He felt hardly a tug of resistance before he had dominated the mans mind, controlling him like a puppet. He made the man approach the door and open it with a dreamy like face. Immediately Sagoth pushed the man back with a telekinetic force, his tentacles coiled and grabbed at the mans skull. The acidic mucus went through his flesh and bone easily, the mans head was pulled to his mouth where his rows of razor sharp teeth devoured the brain. As he finished his meal he went back to the motel room, phasing through the window like he did before. "I have news that will interest you all, I kept track of Four's location as she left. She has come in contact with someone else, perhaps your Cyrus." Romulus clapped his hands yelling, "Finally! Lets get that damned fool so we can be done with this damn running!"

Cyrus's eyes shot open as he slid off the bench and into a more defensive position, the shriek that had entered his ears caused him to let out a yell of his own before his eyes came into focus and he was silent. The person in the room with him had fallen backwards into a bucket or something, Cyrus twisted his head before rising slowly off the bench to investigate, a light flashed on and he winced before hissing at the light which flooded through to his eyes he raised his hand instinctively to protect them briefly, the person had turned on a flashlight. After a second or so his eyes had adjusted to the amount of light in the area, and he slowly removed his hands, he heard a sigh of relief from the person in the bucket, which made him more curious before shocking him outright, it was Four he hadn't seen her a lot but he did have a vague assumption of what she looked like and what she was capable of, deciding she'd probably be an ally in the circumstances that had followed the Circus, Cyrus approached her more confidently before jokingly suggesting, "I thought you have four times better, balance..." he paused briefly before offering his hand to her, to help her up.

Four smiled and took his hand, after holding out two and then quickly dropping one of them. "Yes, but whenever I walk into what appears to be an abandoned shack, and see someone in there, it tends to startle me. I assume you came here seeking shelter also?" Four set her bag down and ran her fingers through her purple hair. "So why didn't you go with the others? Why did you stay at the circus?" Four flipped the bucket over and sat down. She tugged at her bracelet that was cutting into her skin. She noticed that Cyrus had one too. That meant that the ringmaster couldn't be killed unless that bracelet came off somehow. She flicked her flashlight up at the tools hanging around. Maybe some of them could cut the bracelets.