The second the creature fell to the ground, the sound of blade and skin colliding echoed through the girl's ears as she stood frozen, feeling the blood starting to drip down her back and legs, the backstabbing confirmed only by the small glimpse down to see the tip of the blade piercing out through her chest. The blade drew out, she turned a little to see Vixen stepping away from her, bloody knife in hand as she then fell to the ground. She watched him turn his back to her and walk down the corridor and as her vision started to blur, her brows knotted as a blackened figure stood silently at the end of the corridor where Vixen was walking towards, a horrid smirk drawn across the figure's face, smiling back at her.
The Freakshow, District 13, Dark Nation, England, Mid
Thursday, June 15th
1:35pm
Angelina opened her eyes as she laid on the cold concrete floor of the barred cell she was being held in.
A day after waking up in the cell for the first time, the Grey Leader had sent a soldier in to give Angelina a new set of clothes... Grey Army issued clothes and took the Under Realm clothes she arrived in. They didn't even bother giving her any food of water, the first night she slammed the tray back through its slot in the cell's bars, refusing to eat, and what's the point of trying? it's not like she can starve to death, she's a cursed immortal.
So here she sat; in a grey t-shirt with the Grey Army emblem over her heart, dark grey sweatpants and boots (that they had let her keep of the Under Realm clothing), cold and more skin and bone, bags haunting her eyes like a plagued disease, and a horridly tired and pissed of expression worn across her paled face.
Two soldiers walked down the corridor and stopped in front of the hypnotic's cell, one unlocking it so the other could step in "Stand up" the second soldier ordered yet the girl refused, so he grabbed her by the arm and yanked her up onto her feet "Where are you taking me?" Angelina questioned as he guided her out of the cell "The Grey Leader has finished the arrangements of your permanent stay" he answered as they dragged her down the corridor of the cell block.
The two soldiers escorted Angelina out of the bricked building and within a minute, had walked her to the campsite where all the circus performers stayed: several dozen striped and patchworked bell tents lined the edges of the site and grouped around campfires, the tents tall enough for a person to stand up straight in and big enough for either two to four people to sleep inside. Angelina kept her eyes to the ground as the soldiers lead her to the very back of the campsite, to a red and white patchworked tent where a older girl of pale green eyes and dark oak braided hair sat right outside said tent, reading an old ratted book. "Your new tentmate, Kara" one of the soldiers stated as the girl looked up at Angelina with an unamused look "I'm getting the princess?" she questioned "It was either you or Priss" the soldier told her before him and the other soldier left the hypnotic and older girl at the tent. Kara sighed, rolling her eyes before looking back up at Angelina "The bed on the right is yours, don't touch my crap" the girl firmly stated as Angelina nodded her head, the hypnotic then stepped inside the tent, closing its flaps behind herself before stepping over to the empty cot on the right, sitting down on it and looking down at her left hand.
Angelina lifted her left hand up and looked down at it, brows knotting in deep confusion as she saw the cut she made in it two days ago. Blood dried up and crackly.
The cut has now completely healed over as if the wound never existed, and with that, Angelina quickly lifted up the edge of her shirt, looking down at her stomach.
She pulled herself up, shrugging off the blanket off and immediately pulled up the hem of her shirt, peeling off of the wound in her right side; the bleeding had thankfully stopped yet it was still a pretty gory sight.
The sewn-up wound was gone too, along with the fishing wire Jack had used to sew it up.
Of course it's healed, she's back in the Mid Realm where her angelic powers work.
She lowered the hem of her shirt back down before harshly gripping the edge of the cot, her blood boiling in pure hate at both the situation she was in and the traitor she now knew the face and lies of.
Friday, June 16th
1:07am
Angelina silently turned onto her side, opening her eyes and looking over at Kara, seeing the older girl laid asleep with her back to the hypnotic. She waited a few minutes before sitting up, pulling the thin blanket off of her body and slowly swinging her legs off of the edge of the bed, dipping her feet into her shoes and doing up her laces as quickly and quietly as possible, all whilst still eyeing the sleeping girl across the small tent. Once her shoes were on, Angelina slowly lifted herself off the cot before quietly making her way over to the door of the tent and quickly slipping through the fabric flabs, stepping outside into the camp area of the circus performers... or should she call them 'circus prisoners'? Looking around the site, seeing all the campfires burnt out and casting darkness onto the entire campsite and all the tents dark and sleeping, Angelina slowly and quietly walked through the camp, flinching at every single sound that echoed whether is was a snore, cough, faint sleep-talking, animals in the distance, her nerves were through the roof.
Her heart started to settle a little as she stepped through the opened gates of the campsite... until a tiny beeping sound came from the collar around her neck, ringing three times with it's tiny green dotted light flashing red. She froze in fear, waiting for something to happen and as she turned her head to the right, looking down at the bottom of the gate to see a senor with a flashing red light in sync with her collar and following one of its wires up to a camera that sat high above the gate she had just walked through. "Attention all freaks and prisoners of the Freakshow," Vixen's voice stated over the intercom scattered throughout the campsite "Looks like the hypnotic is attempting an escape, what do you say, Angelina? feel like a game of 'Hide n Seek'?" Vixen's voice mockingly asked as people started stepping out of their tents "I'll give you a head start" Vixen stated. Immediately, Angelina broke out into a run, fear shooting throughout her body as circus performers started after her and yet somehow, a few managed to get in front of her and as she passed them, their eyes glowed red and hands harshly tried to grab at her.
Kate turned around to look behind her before being punched so hard in the chest that she flew back a couple feet, falling to the ground, groaning in pain. The other three quickly turned around to see Corey, dulled red eyes glaring back at them.
Her feet pounded the ground harder as she dodged the grabbing hands and continued running through the circus.
"Hypnotics like you deserve to be gutted on display," one man bellowed after her "A living horrorshow prop suffering internal torment-" "I want to see how many limbs I can cut off , see if they'll regenerate or fuse back together" another laughed with absolute blood lust. An old woman with tiny dolls knotted into her hair grabbed Angelina's hand, admiring the tiny boned fingers "I wonder if royalty tastes better than common criminals" the woman dreuled, the hypnotic instantly ripped her hand out of the croon's grasp before running smack into the croon's dead-looking husband who towered tall over the girl, gripping the hypnotic's wrists tightly. "How divine it'd be to dine on the living corpse of a future queen" he growled "Not much meat on the body but plenty on the legs" he hissed in hunger before Angelina was pulled out of his grasp and into another woman's arms "I love your hair- I would love to skin your scalp, it would make such a beautiful wig" she started. The hypnotic tore herself out of the woman's arms and bolted into another run, one filled with so much desperateness and want for escape as the yelling of horrid words continued "Her skin would fit my collection" "I heard hypnotic blood can make you immortal-" "Gold blood! such a divine type of wine!" they yelled "I want to take her angelic purity!" and "I'd rather snap every bone in that fucking body". The faster she made herself run, the more clumsy she became as she started knocking her limbs into everything she was passing, now failing to really look where she was going until she ran into a lantern, getting knocked in the head in the process.
she quickly dodged the fire of bullets, scrambling up onto her feet and breaking out into a run as two soldiers chased after her, into the broken city nearby.
Angelina stumbled back, holding her head and hissing in pain as she pushed herself to keep running and yet now, the more she ran, the more and more the circus seemed to turn into a moving maze, one she quickly got lost in. She ran into the first building she found, hoping to rush through it and out the back door yet when Angelina ran into the building, she immediately entered a black-lighted lit corridor of bright neon splattered everywhere: walls, ceiling, floor and every object decorating the long corridor.
Angelina rushed down the corridor and turning into the first unlocked room she could enter, coming to a dead stop as a mirror maze stood in front of her, the entire maze lit with burning red within the darkness it stood in "Oh princess!" Angelina flinched as the horrid faint voices of red-eyed circus prisoners yelled from outside whilst they trotted through the circus area. She forced her gaze back onto the maze in front of her before pushing herself into the maze, rushing through it as quickly and quietly as she possibly could. She ended up walking into almost every mirror as the maze knocked her about; left, right for a few steps, right again, dead end, left and right, straight a couple feet, a right that turned into a bunch of forced turns into a dead end and lead to her having to quickly backtrack and correct her right turn with a left, and being knocked around several more times until she stumbled out of the maze yet when Angelina thought she was getting a break, the hallway she had now stepped into spun her off of her feet, causing her to fall to the ground. Angelina scrambled up onto her feet, pushing herself through the rotating hallway which spat her out into another black-lighted corridor of neon and blood stains. She quickly looked around the room, finding a black curtain-covered window, forcing the old piece to open just enough to let her climb and squeeze her bone-thin body out of, feet landing on the dirt outside the building, forcing herself back into a run, now with the main circus tent in sight.
"Angelina" she quickly darted behind the counter of one of the carnival game booths, covering her mouth to muffle and quieten her breathing, his voice ringing throughout her head "Come on, Angelina, don't hide from you friend" Vixen's voice echoed deep in Angelina's head.
Vixen stepped out into the dirt paved area, casually walking through the circus, twiddling a small blackened remote in his hand "You can run, but you can't hide nor escape" he called out "We can do this all day and you are not going to like it when I find you" he stated.
"One against over a dozen wanted criminals under my command, Angelina, that's your situation right now" Vixen's horrid voice laughed through her ears as Angelina winced in pain of a blinding headache "You should know by now that hiding is what got your friends hurt- Corey and Sean spent weeks locked up because of you!" he harshly stated "You saw what happened to Corey, that was your fault".
Corey's body returned to its normal colour and size before he collapsed to the ground, Angelina fell onto her legs beside him, fear and deep worry plaguing her as she looked at her friend's bare back in terror, seeing a deep cut tared down his spine and bleeding out.
"None of is would be happening if it wasn't for you" Vixen harshly stated as tears begun to prickle within Angelina's eyes.
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