Fable of a Freak

Fable of a Freak

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Most run towards the flashing lights of the Cirque, but what happens when one girl runs away? [1x1: Boy or Girl]

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My story: You know how most kids run away to the circus? Well I’m running from it. When I was ten years old, I went to the circus with my family. I got separated from both my parents so I freaked out. The ringleader said he’d help me… But instead he kidnapped me. Now I’ve been stuck here for the past six years. For five years, I’ve been trying to find a way to get out. It hasn’t worked out very well. Until tonight. The ring leader is piss drunk and he’s in bed. Can’t hear anything or feel anything. I hope. I left his little trailer, and went to the strong man. The only one who understands me and can break the stupid chain around my neck. Which he has. I’m not fast enough to run out from the ground so the strong man helped me with that as well. We stood at the front gates and I couldn’t move. Maybe it was because I didn’t want to run with this stupid dress on, or maybe I was scared. But I was pushed ahead. “Run” were the last words I heard from the circus, and I was off. Running into the city. I could see all the lights ahead. In the city, I sat on a crate in an alley way. Terrified and alone.

Your story: You’re an author(Being typical) But you’re one of the youngest authors ever. You live alone, and you always work late nights in the office trying to get your manuscript done so your publisher will stop nagging you. You always eat take out food, and sit at your desk. Your usually moody all the time. But there’s the odd time where you’re actually a sensitive person. But that is very… Very rare. You usually don’t leave the until 2 in the morning. Like tonight. Now you’re driving home in your sports car Not caring about anything again. You just want to go home… And sleep.

How we tie together: On your way home, at two in the morning as usual, your head lights flash off something sparkly. You tried to ignore it, but it didn’t work out well. You look up to see a girl, who is no younger than you. That girl is me. You get confused as to what I’m doing out so late so you pull over. You don’t know why but you walk up to her and touch her shoulder. She’s automatically scared of you. Mainly because she hasn’t talked to anyone in a long time… You can tell that she’s been abused so somehow you manage to convince her to go back to your loft with you. She’s far too tired to even fight against it, so she just caves in and agrees to it. But when she wakes up in the morning… She’s confused and starts screaming. Anything can happen from that point on.

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"Run!"

That was the last thing she had heard as hands pushed her forward. She turned towards her fellow Cirque members, dark charcoal eyes wide with fear.

"Go on. Be free... Run!" Balazar says -- an acrobat who was close with Malina -- she nods, turning away from the white tents, leaving the five years of torture behind her... But, she could not leave the memories. They festered deep in her mind, and she begins to panic, but before she could think another moment, her feet flew across the grass.

A hill sloped downward and in the distance Malina could see bright lights of the city, cars sweeping by. The rain poured from the clouds, Malina's hair sticking to her face, dirt flying as she ran, her feet squishing against the cold ground. She begins to run down the hill, sliding a bit as she falls. Picking herself up, she makes it onto the street, a car flies by and she lets out a scream as they honk and yell.

"Get off the street, freak!" The man calls out from his car window and Malina picks up the hem of her dress, backing up onto the curb of the road, underneath a street light. Her face is streaked with dirt, hands and feet muddy from the run.

"Got a penny to spare?" A hand grasps her shoulder as the raspy voice floats like smoke around her, and she lets out a yelp. Turning to an old man, hunched over, he shakes a cup at her. Her breath was rapid, and shakes her head, her wet curls slapping against her face as she does so.

She continues walking down the side walk, her bare feet slapping against the cobblestone, cut and bruises on her feet matched the ones on her arms. She clutches onto the dream catcher necklace her mother had given her and she felt a small sense of peace as she walks. A clash is heard and Malina flinches, suddenly becoming very scared, but she sees a man struggling with some empty cartons, and he looked much like a baker, or possibly a chef of sort. Malina walks over towards the cartons, just to see if there was any food, but there was none.

The chef -- or baker -- stared at Malina for a moment and waves her away with a hand, "Go on, no mooching for you!"

Her dark eyes widen a bit, and she takes a step back, and continues to walk down the street.

The rain poured down and Malina decided she needed to find shelter, she enters an alleyway and finds an old cardboard box, she tilts it on its side and sits inside it, curling up.

She was alone... and more so than that, she was afraid. She begins to shake, the damp dress making her cold, and she begins to play with her anklet -- a gold chain around her ankle Damien had given her... Her knuckles go white, and she grips the anklet, ripping it off, the chain breaks and she throws it to the side, where it landed under a street light...

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Darius stood up from his chair and stretched out, looking around the office in silence, deciding it was time to go back home again. It was early in the morning and he was quite tired and wanted to go to bed. So he walked down the stairs, clutching the Heart-shaped Watch close to her chest, letting the brown jacket rest on his right shoulder. He left the building in the pouring rain but didn't care about that, his home would be much nicer after that.

The tall man in jeans and a green T-Shirt walked down the street, watching cars pass by, walking into the dim light of the street lights every so often as he made his way down the street. Everything seemed as always. Cars passed by, homeless people asked for a Penny, late workers going home. All by all, a peacefull night, like usual.

As he walked into an alley, he, at first, didn't notice the golden chain in the dim light. But when he passed, he stopped and turned around, kneeling down, examining it. He picked it up and noticed a scared girl, smiling friendly, he gently tapped her shoulder, not wanting her to get any more scared then she already was, he took a step back and looked at her.

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Maybe this was a horrible idea, she could go back to the Cirque now, they didn't leave till a bit later...

But she couldn't go back now, no way, no how....

She could still feel the sting on her cheek from when Damien had last slapped her, and the cuts on her arms and legs were itchy as she scratched at them, the water only making it worse. She sighs, lost in thought...

A man tapped her on the shoulder and she jumped, her eyes trailing up towards his smiling face. She stands, noticing he was holding the gold chain she had just thrown and she shakes her head a bit.

What did he want? She stumbles back a bit, tripping over her own feet.

Was he here to bring her back to the Cirque, he wasn't dressed like one of them... And Damien had been passed out... Her breath was shaky and she stared at the man, her hair sticks to her face and she waits a moment to see what he would do.

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Darius watched her and lowered the chain. "Hey," he said softly, his voice gently. His smile weakened a bit as he looked at the girl. He had no idea where she came from or what she was doing here but he would leave with her. He couldn't leave her behind like that in the rain, that wouldn't be right at all. That would be mean and although Darius didn't like it too much to be around others, he wasn't going to leave this poor girl behind like that.

He lowered himself a bit and looks at the girl. "My name is Darius. Please, come with me," he said softly, lying the chain down back in the dim light of the street light and looking at the girl. He raised his hands a bit to show her he had nothing to harm her, only a brown jacket but he wouldn't harm her with that jacket.

He slowly rose again and stuck his hand out for her to grab. He would carry her home if needed and by the way she looks, he may had to do that, but he didn't mind.

"I won't hurt you," he said softly, hoping to calm her down a bit.

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He reaches out his hand and the man introduces himself.

"Darius..." She repeats, her voice raspy.

"I won't hurt you." He says gently and Malina shakes her head slightly, remembering what Damien had claimed when he picked her up.

The lights were bright, children screaming and Malina had been lost, her shoes stolen by a couple of thieves. But what was she supposed to do? She was only thirteen. A sturdy hand had grasped her shoulder.

"Are you lost, little girl? Her eyes trailed up to a man in a colorful red and white striped jacket, bronze buttons and a black bow tie to top it off. He had a tall top hat, looked no more than thirty.

"My name is Damien Thryve," He smiles down at her, "Welcome to my Cirque. And what is your name, beautiful?."

"Malina..." She said cautiously.

He knelt down next to her, eyes meeting hers, "Well, it's nice to meet you, Miss Malina."

His smile was what had drawn her in, she felt safe around him, of course...


Malina shakes out of the memory and stares at the boy's open hand, she couldn't stay here all night, and he was offering food and shelter.

If anything happened... She would do what she did best, run. Malina takes his hand, hers shaking violently as she does.

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Darius smiled softly as she took his hand. He rose slowly and laid the jacket on her shoulders. "It wob't help much to stay dry but my house is close-by. Then I'll get you some food and you can get some rest," he said, pointing to his left. He started to giude her towards his house.

He got the key from his pocket of the jeans and opened the door. He giuded her in and closed the door behind him. He then giuded her to the kitchen where he took a plate and opened the fridge. He got some chicken and laid it in the oven to warm it up. Then, he quickly changed in his bedroom.

He walked back into the kitchen and got the chicken from the oven. He cut it and sat the plate down before the girl and sat down on a chair on the oppositte side. He smiled.

"Go on, it may not taste to good but I'll do grocery shopping tomorrow for fresh food," he said and remembered the name. "Malina... that's a beautiful name you know," he said.

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He stands up with her and places his jacket around her shoulders. Malina's dark eyes flicker up towards his and then back down to the ground. They begin to walk towards his house.

He was gentle, and sweet.... She found it hard to wrap her head around it, but she didn't push away from it either.

He sat her down at his kitchen table and laid out some food, claiming he had to go shopping for some. Her damp hair curled around her shoulders, and she shivered a bit, then took the knife and fork, cutting a piece of chicken.

He then compliments her name and she pauses, the fork halfway to her mouth and she looks down and back up.

"It's Cherokee.. Meaning, dark... Or mysterious... I was, uh, named after my grandmother..." She says, her voice quiet, raspy, tired. She shivered a bit as the hem of her dress stuck to her already soaked legs.

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Darius nodded and noticed her shivering. He quickly went upstairs and looked through his cloths. He used to have a dress, bought for a friend who left soon after he had a date with her. He had wanted to give the dress on the second date but she moved away. He had kept the dress for if he ever met someone special but he had only little luck with finding someone. Although he was a famous writer most didn't really want to date him or even go out with him to do something fun.

He sighed as he looked at the pinkish white dress. It looked so beautifull in his eyes but he wasn't sure about it. He slowly went down and hang the dress over the chair beside her before he locked the door like he usually did. He was quite tired and so yawned for a bit.

He went to the livingroom and grabbed a book and his mobile phone. He walked back to the kitchen and washed the plate when she was finished. He then leaded her upstairs and showed her a big white room with a big bed. It had a wooden desk too and a clock, the window was open but she could close it if she wanted to. He laid down a night gown if she wanted to pull that on and then went to his own room, leaving her to decide on her own.

He dressed in his room and pulled the covers partly over his chest before he opened the book and got some music on. He then started reading but could only think of the girl.

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Malina finished her dinner, chewing on her lower lip as he laid out a night gown. A hand flew up as he took the plate from her and she was about to say, "I can get it."

But it was too late, for he had already Unsure of where to go, she stepped inside the bathroom and changed out of her costume dress and into the dress he had given her. She ran her fingers through her hair, washing off the makeup, exposing her natural tan skin color, her dark brown eyes stared back at her and she sighed, drying her hands on the towel. She turns off the bathroom light and walks back into the kitchen, turning off the kitchen light as well. She looked at the couch, it seemed comfortable, fluffy... Much better than any of the things she had slept on in a long while. She laid down on the couch -- knowing that she could have probably taken the spare bedroom, but she was grateful enough for the hospitality so she didn't want to take advantage. With a sigh, she brings the blanket up to her chest and she takes a deep breath, staring at the ceiling then falling into a deep sleep.

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Darius yawned as he was reading the book. It was more of a roman and although he didn't really like roman's, this one was actually quite a good book. But, soon he fell asleep, book resting on his stomach, snoring in his bedroom. Yes, Darius snored. It was a deep sleep and he probably would be awake early as he had to go to work but maybe he would skip tomorrow to find out where the girl came from and what she was doing there and what the golden chain was. He sighed in his sleep.

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Dark stage,
a beam of light shines down, someone grasps Malina by the hand, whipping her around and she screams a bit, being faced with a clown, his features begin to melt, teeth becoming jagged, and his eyes roll back to white. With a sudden swish of air, and she could hear the cry of animals being tortured, and she finds herself on the tightrope, her feet cut up and bruised, she feels an acrobat shake the rope and she screams, loses her footing, and falls a bit, but catches herself, crawling over to the other side. A foot stomps in front of her hand and she looks up, terrified to see Damien's smiling face.

"Ello, love." He kneels down, his hands grasping his cane as he tilts his head to the left slowly, "I hear cats always land on their feet... Is it true for acrobats as well?" He laughs, standing, pushing Malina with his cane and she falls with another piercing scream.

With a startle, she was enveloped in a white cloth as the Cirque members held her there, she thrashed wildly trying to get out, Damien's words ringing in her head...


Malina turns her head to the side a bit, a whispered, begging, No escapes her lips.

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Darius became silent after a few hours of sleep, his snoring had stopped and he was now silently sleeping. He had some weird dream about that girl, that she was dangerous or so. He opened his eyes and sat up, clicking a button so a small light went on. He looked around and yawned, stretched and yawned again before getting out of bed, noticing it was already six A.M. He sighed and went downstairs.

Once he was downstairs, he warmed the oven and laid some croissants in it, and some bread. He boiled some eggs and baked some beacon, getting hungry from the smell alone. He then went to the living room and looked at Malina. She seemed a bit troubled. He walked towards her and sat on the couch a bit before softly trying to wake her up. Maybe after some breakfast she would feel better.

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Malina was startled out of her sleep by a faint touch and let out a scream. Instinctively she wrapped her hand around Darius's hand, a dead man's grip as her eyes flickered open, afraid to see Damien's face right in front of her.

She sits up immediately sat up, her hair falling in her face, breath heavy as she stares at Darius for a moment. Her eyes slowly took a 360 around the room, the night before slowly filtering back into her mind.

Slowly, Malina looks down, letting go of his wrist, "I... I'm sorry..." She said, pushing herself off the couch and she stumbles a little bit, "I should... Go...."

Her words were almost forced, she had already stayed her welcome with this man.

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Darius stayed calm, even though he was taken by his wrist and she seemed scared, he stayed calm and watched her silently as she calmed down. He stood up and looked at her as she pushed of the couch and said she should leave, he had no idea why and he wasn't sure wether he should allow her to go.

''Why do you need to leave? You are welcome here for as long as you want, don't worry about that,'' he said, looking at Malina and slowly walking towards her. ''Please, don't leave yet. I am quite lonely you know, and my friends can only annoy me... Please, stay for a little while,'' he said calmly, slowly taking her wrist and setting her back down on the couch.

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