
Rougelina "Mama Rouge" Sato stood on the edge of the Cirque compound, staring as the throng of people filed into the large, horrifically dark tent. Light spilled over the crowd like warm water, bathing them in gold. Rougelina took a deep, steadying breath, then, shutting the tent flap, turned into the chaos of the backstage rush.
"Come, come, we must hurry. Are all of you dressed?" She called as many of the preformers and stagehands ran before her to do something that involved the show to start sooner. The roaring murmur of the audience pierced the bustle going on behind the curtain, making Rougelina's heart pound. Although she had been though this procedure many, many times before, the pre-preformance rush made her as nervous as it had her first night there...
"Rougelina!" Her name was called harshly by the old Semtress whom had died a few years after Rougelina had been there. Rougelina swallowed and rushed to where the Semtress stood. "Take this costume to Killia! Hurry, you stupid demon!" She nodded and turned to dash towards the old Animal Tamer's quarters. The flap that led to her dressing room was tacked upwards to the side, revealing a pale, naked body in the glow of the mirror lights.
"Ki-Killa-sama..." Rougelina spoke in a tiny voice, clutching the shimmering costume tightly in her hands. The Animal Tamer glowered down at her, then, seeing the costume, snatched it from her grasp without so much as a 'Thank you'.
Rougelina snapped from the haze of the past that overtook her and blinked, returning to the cirque as the madness behind her began to quiet. The Ringleader, Roman Illusion, was beginning the speech to the crowd of onlookers that everyone in the cirque knew; Rougelina began to speak with him, a gentle blush on her cheeks.
"Tonight, you shall witness things your human eyes have never behold, and probably never would, if you hadn't dared yourself to journey here." Rougelina mimicked him as he gestured back with his long, spidery arms. "Tonight, you will behold things you only could imagine in your wildest nightmares, in your ugliest dreams..." The overhead lights flickered, then filtered to dark purple, emersing the circus floor in an ominous sea of deathly violet. The crowd gasped, a few young children screaming as their eyes adjusted. Suddenly, flames jutted dangerously up towards the high, arched ceiling of the tent, the adults gasping, fearing the thing to catch fire; which, would be a silly thing to consider after they saw the act.
"Please," The Ringleader began. "Put your hands together for... The Fire Eater!" ~
Darkness and light; what was it truly? Darkness: black of night? Unpure, unholy? Light: white of day? Cleanesed? Righteous? Well, whatever it was, it was all Kathleen Carter saw as she stumbled through the woods surrounding Rockmart, Georgia. Flashes of it, like the strikes of a katana, here, no there! She couldn't catch it, couldn't follow it. Lost. Empty. Numb. A ceiling of pinpricks of sparkling light floated overhead, her skin chilling as it was overtaken by a wave of goosebumps. She wanted to stop, submerge into the darkness, because the light revealed too much; her pain, her suffering, her utter sorrows... And her family...
A gut-wrenching agony convulsed inside her abdomen, making her double over in pain. The moon swished around her vision like a cat toy on a flexible stick. She had been having these spells more recently and more often, but, she fought back the pain and stood unstably, tripping over obstacles as she trudged forward, eyes narrowed and pinched with trauma.
Suddenly, bright, warm, golden light spilled over her like a tremor of water, and the slurred screams of a crowd assaulted her ears as she fell to her knees in the opening of what she barely recognized as a tent. Her narrowed eyes widened as she took in the blurred sight before her, towering up like a very large pilar of gold. The scenery consisted of an enormous dirt floor with dark rings surrounding certain areas. Bleachers rose up to many feet off the ground around her like she was resting in a valley in the nestle of a mountain. Fire, she aburptly saw, spurted from the earth like blood from a wound as a man moved about the ground. She swallowed slowly, hypnotized herself as the man did strange, intriguing things. Suddenly, the name came to her lips without her knowledge, as, well, it always did;
"Henri..." Her child, her son... Pushing up on her feeble arms, she attempted to rush inside, run to him, grasp her son in her arms again!... But, that... wasn't him.. She swallowed and blinked back tears, trying to calm herself as her breathing began to quicken, her bronchi swelling, halting precious air. She sniffled, her mind pulsing as his image fooled around inside her. Now that she really looked at the man preforming, he looked nothing like her son... But, something inside her triggered his memory. She tried not to sob as she scooted back into the shadows of the cirque walls. She folded her hands in her lap, feeling her revolver firmly strapped to her thigh. The pain from seeing him... She could easily end him.... Just with a simple shot...
Suddenly, she was lifting her dress up to her upper thigh, going for the gun, ready to end her pain. To get rid of anything that reminded her of her family, of her precious boy...
"Commander Kathleen!" A muffled voice buzzed low in her mind, and only seconds later did she reailze that it was coming from the headset attached to her ear. She pressed the button on its top and spoke back;
"Yes, Commander here... What is it?"
"It seems the super-natural's troupe is in town..."
Without much thought, nor consciously realizing it, she spoke bluntly to her lesser,
"No, I had no idea..." Her tone took that of sarcasm, and the lesser was silent for a minute, but he replied with,
"Yes, ma'am. We're spending Kadriye to go and inspect it before we plan an attack-"
"Or, we can just go in shooting... That's always been my favorite plan..." She cut him off with a wicked, insane grin, her hand on her cool gun, met by the silk of her gown. Again, the lesser hesitated, which, truly, was good of him, as speaking too soon would cause the tough, frightening facade of Kathleen's to shatter like a mirror. Moments later, he spoke with finalty,
"Ma'am, Kadriye is on her way to the cirque." With that, the lesser clicked off, and, indeed, Kathleen slumped against the side of the bleachers, tears threatening to break loose and escape down her cheeks. She took a deep, moist breath and went to stand in the archway of the cirque entrance, watching for Kadriye.~