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Ryan was finding that being in a freak show was a lot like standing outside of a party. You see everyone else being happy and normal on the inside, but the door to normality is shut and locked, only opening from the inside. He was left out of the normal life to be with all of the others that had been kicked out. But it didn't really seem to matter all that much. It was only a month in, and so far they had been apart of fairs and circuses as a freak show, but apparently not every city was too happy about having them there. This was one of the first ones that were like that, and they were forced to take over a small theater to preform in it. It was also going to be the first time Ryan was going to be allowed to watch.
The theater they had taken over was small, only about fifty seats crowded it. It had broads on the door, a sign hanging from one of the broken windows stated that it was closed. The main colors were typical for theaters, red with gold trim. Ryan wasn't sure how they were going to get people to show up, but he knew that everyone else probably already had it covered. He relaxed in one of the red velvet seats with gold armrests, staring at the stage as he sat alone. Everyone else was in the back scrambling around to make sure that everything was ready.
The floor was a deep red carpet, the edges of the stage was dark hard wood he couldn't tell what the stage itself was, but he guessed that it was like any other stage in a theater. There were large marble statues in both of the corners, off on the floor to the sides of the stage. There was a large red velvet curtain that obstructed Ryan's view of the back, though he already knew what it looked like. The walls were an off white, something that he couldn't help but find to be a little odd, and gold cherubs were painted on them. Ryan sighed a little, looking up. The ceiling had to layers, making the chandler go higher up. It was, not surprisingly, gold. The lights were simple light bulbs in the shape of candles, and the were small pieces of glass that hung from them.
Ryan sat upright as a sudden wave of dizziness overtook him. He hunched over, his arms hanging on his legs, his stomach clenched, and his heart started to slow down. His head fell into his hands, he breathed in and out sharply as he tried to shake off the sharp pain in his chest. It wasn't the first time it had happened recently, and he knew it was far from being the last. He was just happy that most of the time when it happened Brendon wasn't around. When he was, Brendon tried to take care of Ryan like a five year old with a cold. Ryan hated being treated like a kid. Pride made him suffer through the pain like nothing was wrong. Pride made him not tell Brendon why he found it hard to catch his breath after walking up a flight of stairs. Pride was slowly killing him.
Ryan heard people coming into the room and quickly pulled himself together, sitting up right as his arms rested on the armrest, his nails digging into the metal that had been painted gold. His breathing calmed, though it was forced. His heart continued to beat erratically, the pain in his chest feeling like a thousand needles poking at him from the inside at once. He swallowed and looked over to see a couple sitting next to him. He could tell they were normal, that they were simply there for the show.
A small black cat slipped out from under the curtain, running across the stage. It jumped off, landing in Ryan's lap. He gave a small sigh, looking into it's yellow-green-blue eyes. They were unique; Both shined like marbles, the pupils a black that manged to catch the light perfectly accenting the blue that surrounded them. Yellow surrounded the edges, crawling towards the pupil and mixing with the blue, it made the center take on a green color. She gave a small mew, putting her paws against Ryan's chest before deciding that she was bored. She jumped off his lap, running off in a different direction. The couple looked at Ryan like he was a complete outsider. Almost as if he were a diseased man and they just wanted to get away from him. He just slouched in his chair a little, more people clambering into the theater.
When about twenty people were sitting in the first few rows of seats. Ryan didn't bother taking in any details about the people around him. It didn't matter to him. The lights dimmed, and everyone in the audience quit muttering to each other. Ryan looked up at the stage, a spot light turned on, giving the stage enough light that one person would be lit. Eric walked onto the stage, a huge smile plastered to his lips. Stage performers know how to act. When they need to smile, they smile. It doesn't matter if it's false or not.
"Ladies and gentlemen, I'm proud to present the Noctemazime Circus Freak Show." And with that he gave a bow and walked off the stage. There was a short wave of applause, and the first act went on.
Tatiana was barley wearing anything under a long green coat that had tails. She was wearing a black top hat with gold trim. Everyone in the crowd stared at her as the music started playing. It was a sort of twisted circus music. Dark and fast. She tossed her hat off, taking off her long coat as she turned around. She peered over her shoulder, giving a smile to the crowd. Her pink eyes quickly turned into that of a cat's. The pupils turned into long and thin slits, and they practically glowed. The crowd now seemed extremely curious. The skin on her back started to rip, spikes coming out of them like bones. Wings slid out of the cuts that had formed from the spikes that trailed down her spine. The wings frame was bone, and it stuck out over a pink transparent surface. It was like an odd color of cellophane, and the wings looked like a pale clear pink version of a bats wing, only there were two different sets. There were black veins that circled around inside of the clear pale pink surface, making Ryan's skin crawl as he stared at her. She soon grew a tale of bone, matching the spikes that came out of her back.
Everyone was entranced with her odd beauty, staring at the abnormality of it all. She turned to her side, her wings flapping slightly. "Volunteers?" She asked with a large grin. No one answered and she gave a pout. Ryan stood, and she flew over to him. Everyone stared and she smiled a little, whispering into his ear. "Just play along, I promise you won't get hurt." He nodded and the two walked back onto the stage.
"Stand here." She said moving him to the side of the stage. He nodded, and she smirked, walking across from him. Ryan trusted her, he knew that whatever it was she was going to do wouldn't hurt him. And if it did it would just be a joke. She brought her fingers up to her lips, pulling them away slowly. A trail of fire followed her fingers and soon after, Ryan found he was being engulfed in it. Like a tunnel of sorts. It didn't burn him, it moved around him. It was like having someone use a flame thrower on him, only he had a large piece of metal to protect himself. But the heat was still there. It was real. If she messed up she could burn the whole theater down. The fire stopped and there was another wave of applause. She gave a bow before wondering to the back, giving a small smile to the next act. This time it was Lee.
He wore the same thing he had last time Ryan had seen him, though his hair seemed to have grown slightly longer. Ryan wondered just what Lee's talent would be, but based off of Tatiana's, he knew it would be over the top amazing. The music kept playing, though the room still seemed silent. Ryan was starting to feel another sick spell and clutched onto his stomach as he started to panic. It was the first time it had happened twice in one day, let alone twice in two hours. Ryan didn't know what it meant, but he was sure that whatever it was couldn't be good.
Lee pulled his leg over his shoulder, standing on one foot as he bent his knee at an impossible angle. His limbs were long, but this was ridiculous. His leg rested on his outstretched arm, his knee on his shoulder. It was impossible, but Ryan was sure he would find that there were plenty of impossible things made possible in this particular freak show. His arms seemed to stretch, not making them longer, just going out, one went to grab his foot, pulling his leg behind his back and around his waist. He continued to make impossible acrobatic moves as Ryan clutched his stomach, thankful that he had chosen the second row. He hoped Lee wouldn't notice him as he started to shake. Needles. That's what it felt like. Pure silver needles stabbing at his heart and running threw his veins. He didn't see the rest of the act as he curled into himself. He just wanted the pain to stop.
Lee's act ended and he walked off the stage. Ryan tried to compose himself. If Brendon was the next act, Ryan knew he would be seen as a mess. It was Yumei. Ryan gave a small sigh, happy that he didn't have to worry about too much. She gave a smile to the audience, and her skin seemed to ripple. Scales, that's what the ripple seemed to look like. It crawled up her arm and over her face, leaving pale flesh behind. It was odd to see and Ryan found himself tilting his head as he watched to see what else it was she could do. All of her skin turned to scales, green and slimy looking. Almost like a snake. Her eyes stayed the same, though her skin changed. The scales peeled off, landing on the floor without her doing anything. Then came fur, the same color of her blondish-white hair. It covered like a wolfs coat, an absolutely stunning look. Yet oddly creepy. The fur fell, the scales already gone. Her skin seemed to turn to rock, starting at her fingertips as it stretched up her arm and across her chest, her face, her stomach, her legs, all the way to the fingers of her other hand. There was another ripple, pale flesh running over the rock like skin almost like when a drop splashes on still water. Soon the rock faded and she gave her bow, everyone applauding.
Brendon walked onto the stage at the same time Yumei left, and Ryan couldn't help but smile at him. He was so pretty, wearing a fancy costume like everyone else had. Black shorts that went down to his knees before going out into white ruffles, white stalkings hidden under calf hugging lace up boots, a white shirt that had more ruffles on it, a black vest overlapping it. His sleeves only went down to his elbows before flaring out into ruffles. He was wearing a slight amount of makeup, a lightning bolt like line striking down from under his left eye, a star hooked to the end. He smirked at Ryan before giving a mesmerizing smile. Ryan's heart skipped a beat.
He pointed to a lady in the audience, the one from the couple that were the first real customers to come in. Ryan hoped that she got her fucking money's worth with this show, because he knew that if it were a different place she would have had to have payed twice as much. "Lucy is it?" He said with a smile. She looked up at him in shock, her boyfriend giving the same face. "May I borrow your locket, the ruby red lipstick that's in your bag, and the small stuffed animal in the bottom of your purse?" He gave her a smile and a wink and she nodded her head like a zombie, putting the objects on the stage. The weird part was knowing there was no way for him to know what was in her bag.
"Let's see," The objects floated over to him and he looked at the locket giving a small smile, almost like it was all easy for him. "The picture inside this is that of you and your aunt who raised you when your mother wasn't there. She was more of a mother than your actual mother would ever be, and you loved her like a mother while you treated your mother like a stranger." There was a short applause as she stuttered that he was right. He then moved on to the silver lipstick container. "This particular stick of lipstick has been used forty seven times in the past two moths, six of the times being friends and not yourself. You got it three months ago as a birthday present from a friend who's name was....James?" She nodded and he gave her that amazing smile, showing some of his teeth. "And the stuffed animal belonged to a friend of yours. You stole it from her house when she wasn't looking because, come on, who's going to notice?" He raised a brow, the smile still plastered to his face. Now it just looked more like a kiss ass smile to piss her off.
"Th-that's right." She swallowed, and the objects simply disappeared. There was no poof of smoke, not cloth to cover it. They were just gone. She looked in her purse and pulled them out, each and every person completely shocked. He gave a bow before walking off, too bored to do anything else. Ryan sighed, he was getting bored.
The last act was someone he hadn't been introduced to. A young boy about the age of twelve. He had jade eyes, and dirty white hair. Something that was pretty odd to say the least. His skin wasn't tan, but it wasn't pale. It was slightly darker than most of the other members, but it matched his tousled hair nicely. He wore an open brown vest with red lining it, nothing underneath it other than his skin and surprisingly toned chest. he had a sort of belt on that matched his vest, the same color of brown with red designs covering it. He wore matching wrist cuffs, his pants a faded bronze color. They looked silk and puffed out, not staying close to his skin in any way. A red belt was tied around under his left knee, the bottom of his pants that went halfway down his calf hiding into his boots. He wore a choker of sorts, red and black bands looping around his neck with three brass beads strung onto a few of them.
He gave a small bow to the audience before bringing his hand up for all to see. He took his other hand, ripping the other one from it's place attached to his arm. He put it in his mouth, swallowing his right hand whole. That was odd. His hand started to grow back and he brought his arm up to his lips, ripping the flesh with his teeth, swallowing it like it was nothing. He continued at this, the skin and bone growing back as he practically ate himself alive. Eventually he stopped and turned around, opening his mouth. A moment later there was another person on the stage. It was Jerome, frills and all. The audience clapped and Eric took the stage as the two walked off.
"We hope you enjoyed the show, but we have to end it early today. We hope to see you all again next time." He said with his smile still in tact. The people started to file out and Brendon rushed out from back stage, jumping on Ryan to engulf him in a hug.
"Did you like it?" Brendon asked with a grin. Ryan nodded, giving him a smile.
"Of course I did. But I do have a question, who was the last act?" Brendon kissed the top of Ryan's head, his legs on either side of Ryan's while his hands rested on the older boys shoulders.
"That was Max. He's actually a lot older than you think. He's been doing shit like that for years. Crazy kid really." Brendon said before kissing Ryan's nose. "You look sick, are you feeling okay?" His face was tinged with worry and it made Ryan feel terrible. He didn't want Brendon to worry.
"I'm fine, I'm sure it's just being on the road and whatnot." Brendon nodded, obviously satisfied with the answer.
"How about we go for a drink of water?" Ryan nodded and Brendon got off of him, the two walking off to find a place where they could pick up a bottle of water.
"You were great you know?" Ryan jumped at the sound of Tatiana's voice. She was standing behind Ryan, her hand resting on his shoulder while Brendon held one of his hands, his other hand holding a bottle of water.
"What do you mean?" Ryan asked as his brows furrowed. He hadn't done anything.
"Most people flinch. You didn't flinch. When they move they get burned and that's a big mess, but you didn't move. It was almost like you knew not to." She said with a shrug. "Just thought it was smart of you." And with that she walked away. Ryan noticed that her wings and spine spikes were gone, making him wonder if it was real to begin with.
Brendon lead Ryan to the dining tent where everyone else was already sitting, eating from their paper plates like it was nothing. Ryan couldn't help but wonder what everyone else was hiding. There had to be more to each one than they let show. Maybe if he watched more of the shows-
His thought was cut off by a crippling pain in his chest, making him weak. He sat down in his chair, telling Brendon he didn't really want to eat but that he was willing to stay at the table with him. He knew he could hold himself together. He just had to try. Eventually Brendon finished eating, the two of them talking to the other members like they were family while Brendon ate. The two got up, walking in the direction of the tent, hand in hand. Ryan leaned on Brendon, hoping that he would take it as a sign of affection and not what it actually was. Ryan didn't think he could walk by himself.
Ryan sat the mattress that made their bed for the night, looking up at Brendon who was striping. Sheets covered the floor and mattress, a small pile of pillows hid in one corner of the room. It was silent outside, most of the other members of the show already asleep. Brendon climbed on top of Ryan, kissing him gently. When Ryan's arms snaked around his neck and started tugging at his hair, Brendon forced his tongue in his mouth, his hands falling to Ryan's sides as he pulled the shirt off of Ryan's body. The two broke their kiss momentarily, long enough for Ryan's shirt to go over his head. And then their lips were locked once more, Brendon's tongue exploring Ryan's mouth like it was new. Like it wasn't the tenth time that day.
Brendon shifted, putting Ryan on his back with his knees against the older boys hips. Ryan kept his fingers tangled in Brendon's soft hair, not wanting to let go as Brendon's lips made their way down his neck. One of Brendon's hands brushed Ryan's groin and he gave a shaky moan. Breathing was becoming much harder for Ryan than it was supposed to be. Brendon found Ryan's weak spot; Sucking, biting, and licking the small spot to form a mark on his skin, all the while Ryan moaned under him. Brendon's hips met Ryan's, the two quickly becoming hard from the contact of skin against skin. Brendon continued to grind into Ryan, the older boy realizing where it was going.
He couldn't do it. He knew he couldn't. He wanted to, but he couldn't. He could barley breath as it was.
Ryan's hands detached themselves from Brendon's now messy hair so they could go to his chest. Brendon gave a small moan at the feeling, but Ryan pushed him off gently. Brendon sat up, pouting. He was resting on his legs, his hands on his thighs as his knees touched Ryan's feet. Ryan sat up, his legs spread out in front of him as his arms supported him. Ryan stared at Brendon's face, laughing a little at the adorable pout he was giving him.
"Not tonight, okay?" Ryan asked with a small smile. Brendon nodded, giving Ryan a soft kiss before undressing the rest of the way, snuggling under a blanket. He was facing upright, watching Ryan.
"Are you coming to bed?" Brendon sounded utterly confused. Ryan nodded, taking some of his clothing off before getting under the sheets with Brendon. The younger boy curled up against Ryan, inhaling deeply with a content smile on his face. "You smell like watermelon." Ryan laughed a little, running his hand through Brendon's hair, straightening out some of the stray locks.
"Good night Brendon." Ryan said kissing the top of Brendon's head. Brendon muttered his goodnight, the words being muffled by Ryan's chest.
Ryan waited until Brendon's breathing was deep and steady before he got out of his grasp. He walked across the small tent, hunched over so he didn't touch the ceiling. He picked up his bag, digging through it. He found his pill bottle, looking to find that there was nothing in it. He stared at it for a good ten minutes, tears making their way to his eyes, threatening to fall. He sighed, putting the bottle back in his bag before crawling back over to Brendon, curling into his arms. He would find something to replace them tomorrow. And then everything would be fixed.


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Oh my gosh! Am I really making a sequel? Yes. Yes I am. I don't know if anyone will like it as much as the first one, but at the very least I'll try. Because I know a lot of you wanted me to make one. So here it is, poorly written and very cliche. So far.
-xoxo Pansy.