"This is why I hate weather reports." David Sanford sighs as he walks on the gray-colored pavement as he finishes the last of his coffee before throwing the paper cup into a nearby trash bin. He had a bad start this morning, and the windy air wasn't helping in the slightest.
The bustling streets of Inazuma Central were the only thing calming David down before he would go into a rage. College graduation was right around the corner, David would remind himself. As he was walking, a poster flew into his face like a sheet of paper.
"What the---?!" David managed to remove the poster on his face. He looked at the sheet in his hands that said, "Come on over to Producer's Circus! You won't regret it! Once you come in, you'll come back for more!"
It wasn't the first time that the cyan-haired male had heard of Producer's Circus. It came around thrice a month every year. David would remember seeing the lights and tent at the center of the plaza every time he and his parents would pass by the park at six in the evening. His parents never took him there out of fear: Rumors had it the performers there weren't like the ones you would see in, quote-un-quote, "a normal circus." Because human life was adapting to changes, some people were fortunate (or sometimes unfortunate) enough to have been born with abilities such as transformation and blood control.
"Beware of that circus, David." His mother would say to him. "The people there aren't normal."
The sudden memory made David wonder for a moment. He's living with his grandparents now, and they weren't against the circus. The entry fee wasn't expensive; It was only around twenty-two yen. Maybe he could invite two friends of his, and they'd watch the whole thing go down.
"Now's a better time than any." David folds the poster and hides it in his duffle bag before continuing on his windy walk.
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The once empty center of Lightning Plaza now had a large red and white-colored tent with different-colored lights shining around the area. A lot of food stands were there, as well as a few game booths just farther away from the tent.
David was alone, patiently waiting for Jude and Caleb. He was scrolling through his phone just right near the entrance. As people go by, buying their food and tickets or just idling around the area. Either way, they were all here for one thing only: The performance inside that giant tent.
“Where in the world are they…?” David glances at the clock widget on his phone, reading seven-thirty two p.m. A notification pops out, seeing that he had a text message: It was from Caleb.
StoneHenge (Caleb’s Nickname)
-Hey
-We’re gonna be late
-Jude says sorry
David furrowed his eyebrows at this, and replied back:
Pingu’s Psychologist (David’s Nickname)
-Wait, what?
-Something came up?
StoneHenge
-Business Management’s a b*tch.
Pingu Psychologist
-You could’ve told me
-God we have phones for a reason
StoneHenge
-Sorry dude
-We owe you
Pingu Psychologist
-Yeah you most certainly do
-I spent half of my pay
StoneHenge
-We’ll pay you back
David only stared at his phone in annoyance. ‘God,’ He thought to himself as he glanced at the entrance. ‘I want to murder Caleb right now. He is going to pay for lunch. For three months.’ He sighs, then a small ding was heard again from his phone. “Huh. From Aiden.” David sighs, seeing the message and texts him back.
Bear Killer (Aidan’s Nickname)
-Hey!
-Gayleb gave us tickets to a circus!
The cyan-haired male just stares at his phone with a dead expression as he replies back, equally giving out the dead expression in his typing.
Pingu Psychologist
-Caleb gave you tickets
-God who else did he invite?
Bear Killer
-Uhh…
-That guy with the orange headband
-The guy from track
-And my bro obviously :D
“I am going to kill Caleb on Monday,” David muttered as he pinched the bridge of his nose to avoid raging in front of the nearby people walking into the tent.
It was already past eight and there was still no sign of Aiden or Caleb. He grunts in annoyance as he fishes for his ticket in his jacket pocket. Managing to find the ticket, he rushes to the tent entrance and hands the ticket to the usher just nearby.
The interior was unmistakably different from the exterior. “Whoa.” David gave a low whistle as he sat in the middle section of the wooden benches. Looking around, there were a bunch of people inside. David chuckled in his mind. The number of people in here was similar to his teacher’s class. Then, the lights suddenly went off. The chatter in the room (if David was going to call it that) began dying down before a single spotlight had shone in the center. There was someone in a white tuxedo at the center, holding a golden-colored staff. The person was also wearing a white-colored plague mask, which oddly wasn’t noticeable. “Ladies and Gentlemen, people of all ages! Tonight, you will witness unforgettable performances by unforgettable people! And so, I won’t keep you waiting any longer. Lights off, and let’s start!”
The lights went off again, and a spotlight was shone on someone swinging on the trapeze. Another light shone on the other side of the area, where a cloaked figure was standing nearby. David turns his attention to the performer on the trapeze, but in an instant as he does so the said performer loses balance and begins to fall. Loud gasps from the crowd were heard from around. In the blink of an eye, the cloaked figure appears behind the falling performer and catches them before they reach the ground. The eye patch wearing male rubbed his eye: Wasn’t the cloaked figure near the entrance a few seconds ago? David looked at the two again, now realizing that the figure had angel wings. “This is unbelievable.” He muttered, shaking his head in disbelief.
The rest of the performances were unbelievable. Well the ringmaster was right about the performances being unforgettable. David didn’t even bother in finding Aiden and the others: It was already nine when the circus had ended. The eye patch wearing male felt...really confused. Sure, he knew about the people born with powers but he didn’t expect them to be in a circus like this. Wasn’t there a facility fit for these people? Either way, he didn’t believe that he would actually be seeing them like this…
“H-Hey! Give that back, that’s---Ah?!”
“Huh---?” David snapped out of his thoughts when he crashed into someone. He was on the ground, his eye patch had suddenly fallen off revealing his left eye. “Oh crap---Damn it, I should’ve looked where I was go…” He stops mid sentence, eyes widening. “...ing..”
“S-Sorry! I should--uhm---agh, sorry!”
The person quickly stands up and rushes off. David had stood up as well, picking up his eye patch and dusted it off. He watches the figure run off, and that’s when he recognized them:
“...I just bumped into a real life Shifter…”
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