Snippet #2179857

Their down time was over, and now many of the mutants were taking the places of perfectly 'human' freaks. Though they were still human like the rest of the billion or so people out there, ones without such bizarre birth defects liked to look at them as if they were less than human, like animals, cattle. He waved to a woman who had a talent of swallowing swords, she'd been around here longer than he had, and though she rarely talked he liked to think of her as something of an older sister. He had lived here his entire life, of course he was going to start applying family dynamics to the people he had called this living hell a 'home'.

He peeled back the back entrance to what was known as the 'Freak Show Tent', rubbing the brand over his left hand subconsciously upon his entrance. On the outside the tent was striped with blue and red, but the inside was rather dark, with a white background. Ezekiel had always assumed the worn decor had something to do with making them even more eerie, and mysterious to their guests. It was lit with lanterns and candles, Christmas stringed lights were held above, stretched around the walls. Almost imminently he was herded towards his usual cage, a trailer of sorts, once used to transport tigers or similar animals from state to state.

The tent was connected to a few others, all in relation to those named mutants. There was a number of performance tents, focused on individual performances, such as Happy's snake charming act. They were all put into categories, here were those that just sat around behind bars, as if they were barbaric monsters that needed to be restrained. Then there was the aquatic tent, connect towards the left, full of tanks, marine mutants and Sam occasionally. Not to forget there was the tent that showed off younger mutants; babies, toddlers, young children who were exploited just like their elders. He had heard when he was the age was when he gathered most of the attention, he imagined an infant with wings was quite a sight to see back in the day.

Soon he was settled in his current cage, it wasn't nothing large, but he could at least stand up properly. He let his wings stretch, their tips peeking out of the bar. They snapped back and folded when a child tugged on one of his feathers. The small pig-tailed girl ran away with tears in her eyes at both the sudden action and his cold glare. That was also something he would never take kindly to - people grabbing onto his wigs or tugging at them, it was all too uncomfortable and left him without much control. Also, he plain out didn't enjoy people touching him, especially strangers that came only to gawk at them. Who he assumed to be the girls father came over and kicked the trailer, rocking it, but Ezekiel only regained his balance and sent the man a scathing look as well.

It was getting harder and harder for him to care. It's true that this life and everything about it still irritated him, but he was no longer as angry as he once was. More than anything he was bitter, and had lost a lot of his hope. Ezekiel settled down the the floor, crossing his legs in front of him, ignoring the way people pointed out the way his legs and feet looked. Yeah yeah, he knew already, they were like a birds. Shocker. He rubbed the back of his neck, agitated, before running his hand through his hair and setting it back down on the ground. As ordered, he stretched out his wings, though made sure they didn't get too close to the bars. It wasn't a hard task, considering not only were the feather were cut to prevent flying, they were also crooked, and rather short.

Above all he felt tired, the days were too long, and the nights were too short. His eyes fluttered shut, and he tried to block out the noise of the people around him. If he really did try to sleep he'd be punished, though no harm could come from pretending that everything around him wasn't real, just for a moment. The only good days where when they were traveling, and this week couldn't pass by soon enough.