Shadow Salvation- Story time (:

Chapter one: Repetition

I'd always lived at the fairground, or for as long as I could remember. I don't suppose I was born here, but it wouldn't surprise me if I had been. Strange things always happen here. Here being cirque de ciel which rougly translates into circus of the sky. When I was little it had always seemed so magical, whatever happened never stopped amazing me. I guess now I'm older it all seems so repetitive. Poisoning the corn dogs with mild laxatives, charging for the loos, chucking them out before they get their full moneys worth of entertainment. It works most of the time although we do get the odd foreign tourists who 'suspects' that we're doing something wrong. But if we're not poisoning our guests, we make sure we squeeze enough cash out of them to keep us from starving. Have you ever tried that game at the funfair, you know...the one where you have to knock all the tin cans over with 3 balls. If you know what I'm talking about then answer me this...have you ever won? However if your gonna be all boasty and answer yes to my question then tell me what you've won. Exactly, a bouncy ball? A miniature stuffed animal? And how much did you pay to get it...over a fiver. I'll tell you this, just between you and me...it sure as hell cost us 10 times less to buy this junk then it did for you to win it. And that is exactly how we scam you. Every day. Every week. Every month. Every single year.

But let me tell you this, things are gonna change around here, whether they like it or not.

Chapter 2- The Captor

"Roll up! Roll up!...ROLL UP! ROLL UPP!!!"
"DAKOTA ELIZABETH LUAL, STOP SHOUTING THIS INSTANCE!"

My eyes blinked open, my heart started thumping and my forehead stopped sweating. I had once again drenched my night clothes and sheets in a cold sweat that happened to often. I'm not sure whether my mother was used to it yet, or whether she considered me screaming at the top of my lungs at 5am in the morning a new hobby of mine. If thats what she considered, I pity myself. I knew people thought I was weird but surely my own mother didn't stoop that low. But that's not what bothered me about my repetetive screeching. What bothered me was that I usually had no idea I was doing it, some people like to call it sleep talking however under these circumstances I would call it sleep shouting. I'd been having the same nightmare for over a month now. I started off pacing around the fairground late at night. Then I'd suddenly halt as the bright lights of the big top illuminated my path. Next thing I knew I was inside the huge multicoloured tent. I would stare around the seemingly empty tent until I spotted what I was looking for. A man, no taller than me but a lot wider was holding metal chains. On the end of these chains was a magnificent, midnight black bear. It roared and moaned in pain as the shadowy stranger whipped and cut at it. I would scream, holding back the tears and run at it. But the barrier between me and the god like creature would hold me back. I would break down, gasping for breath as tears rolled down my face. Then the captor would chant "Roll up, roll up!" at me until I could take it no longer. I was drowning in the salty substance that was my sorrow and pity for the poor bear and the air would close up around me. I would hear a gun shot and I would take my last breath and...

... wake up screaming. It's not normal, I know it isn't. But I can't help going back there every night. Maybe I can save him tomorrow night. Just maybe I can break through the barrier.

Ok, I'll admit it, most of these stories that other people do are WAAYYYY better than mine.

(But mine are awesome in their own special way.)

Cowzrock wrote:Ok, I'll admit it, most of these stories that other people do are WAAYYYY better than mine.

(But mine are awesome in their own special way.)

Trueee ;D

Chapter 3: Changes happen

Today, I had earlier decided, was the day that change was going to happen. I wasn't sure how to go around it though. I got dressed and went to greet Rosa and Caleb, my parents, for breakfast. It was just like any other day. Rosa burnt the toast, Caleb spilt the juice and I had to clean up after their mess. Repetition, the threads of sanity. If repetition didn't exist, people would surely go mad from the changes. But once change wouldn't hurt, not one tiny little change to change the way We all lived round here. Satana wouldn't be happy, but it was hard to please the person on top. Satana was the ring leader of le cirque de ciel, or master as he liked to be known. He was tall, with smoky black hair that he often had to tie up. He wasn't getting younger either. He must have been about 70 at least, but he was still just as capable as the strong man. He was my hero. However I was very different to him. I wasn't tall like him. I wasn't really small but I was definately one of the shortest girls. I was 18, a lot younger than him as well. I had golden blonde hair that didn't stop flowing till it reached my waist. The major difference was I was unable to do anything magnificent, needed or even worthwhile. All I could do was collect tickets whereas Satana stole the show every night.

To make matters worse I was the exact opposite of my parents. They both had black hair and were tall, I couldn't understand why I wasn't more like them.

Rosa ushered me out of the caravan as the day was dawning. I had to meet up with my two very best friends before we started setting up for the long day ahead. Sleepily I trod along the gravel path that lead round the whole fairground until I came to the most beautiful caravan there. It was decorated with roses, wind chimes and dream catchers. Not a patch on the hard metal exterior was left bare from the colourful glory. This was where they lived, Angel and David Black. David was 19 and Angel was 17, both similar ages to mine. They were both beautiful people much like their caravan. I was always in a shadow whenever I was with anyone at cirque de ciel.

Chapter 4: David and Angel

I gingerly knocked on the front door and waited for an answer. It was only a few seconds till someone swung open the front door but it felt like hours as the anticipation built up inside me.

"Who?..Oh Katie. It's like 7 in the morning! Can't you come back a little later?" Angel subtly said, obviously trying to keep her eyes open.

"No, I can't!" I pushed past her and walked to David's room. She wouldn't mind later on, I practically lived here anyway.

"Daaaaaaaavidddd!" I moaned, knocking on his door. He flung open the door so fast I was surprised it didn't fling off it's hinges.

"WHAT DO YOU WANT ANGEL! Oh, it's you." he shouted, then recognizing me he stopped. I must have looked taken aback as he flushed bright red, grabbed hold of mine and Angel's wrists and dragged us into his room. He hastily closed the door and looked at me, just as Angel did.

"So, Dakota, what is it you want?" he asked, trying his hardest to sound polite when he was extremely annoyed.

"I want to change." I said, hoping they'd know what I meant. David frowned and looked my clothes up and down.

"And what does changing your clothes have to do with us?" he said, smiling.

"This change has nothing to do with my clothes. I want to change us. Everyone at cirque de ciel. We should stop scamming and poisoning, it's not right. I have an idea." I said.

Angel and David grinned as I explained further, and with that we got up and started to plan it further.

how many chapters are their going to be? and you double posted. Next time just uuse the edit button please.

I dunno, I might not write anymore. And I do use the edit button..

awwwww. You should right more chapters! =D

If I can be bothered