Misfit Circus

Kat

"What happened to her? Is she hurt?" I heard Desmond say as I struggled to remain concious. I wanted to wake up, to tell them what I saw, but I couldn't.

"I think she was badly wounded," Mikael said. They sounded so far off and distant.

I heard Desmond gasp and felt someone gently turn me over and pick me up. "She's drenched in blood!" he cried.

Someone was carefully moving the fabric of my sweatshirt out of the way and examining the wound. As they gingerly touched it, I let out a scream of pain that jolted me awake.

"Kat!" Mikael and Desmond shouted together as I fell back into Desmond's arms, gasping with pain.

"Don't... touch it," I panted.

"What happened to you?"

Des~~

I sighed, trying to hold back the anger that was rising in me, "We need to get everyone here to the hospital."

"How?"

I sighed, "Give me one second"

I ran down the road as fast as I could until I saw a truck. I jumped in the middle of the road and suck my head through the side window, "We have injured people, we need help, please give us a ride to the hospital!"

The old man nodded, fear evident on his face and told me to hop in.

We rode in silence, me egging the car to go faster, but it staying at its steady speed. It pulled into the camp and I jumped out, running to Mikhael, "Car's here. Lets get everyone loaded, and for Pete's sake, be gentle."

Nick,

I'm vaguely aware of someone picking me up, gently, and moving me slowly to another place. And then a sensation of a car starting. I dreamily ponder the fact that driving is an awfully slow way to do things. Hmmm, I think, maybe I can still teleport. No sooner does the thought go through my head, and I open my eyes, and we are in front of a hospital. I hear a frightened yelp, and the old man who had been driving the truck jumps out of the front seat and makes a run for it. I frown, not wanting him to lose his vehicle, and I teleport him back to us. This apparently does it for him, and he collapses to the ground, sobbing hysterically.


>>I know, I know. That was a completely lame and idiotic post. Sorry.<<

Kat

I began walking to the truck, but someone scooped me up into their arms.

"Put me down!" I cried, struggling but still too weak to fight back more.

"No, you'll fall or something. And it's faster this way."

I pouted as they placed me in the seat. I didn't even look at them I was so mad.

"I can do my seatbelt though. I'm not five," I hissed as I felt them try to grab the seatbelt.

I closed my eyes as the truck started, ready for a short nap. It was driving slowly, which would make my nap even sweeter.

I heard someone crying and I shut my eyes tightly, trying to block it from my mind. Suddenly though, I was being shaken roughly.

"Kat, wake up. We're here!" Nick said.

"Did you have to teleport us? Really?" I asked as I hopped out of the truck.

We were about to go through the doors when I stopped everyone.

"Wait a minute," I said. "How are we going to explain a huge stab wound and someone that just survived an explosion?"

Viper

Zephyra dragged me onto the truck. I don't remember a lot; I was feeling very silly and weak from the cold and blood loss.

I do remember that Zephyra was being very kind. When we got in the truck, she even let me put my head in her lap so I could doze.

When we arrived, I vaguely heard someone say something about... let's see... they said "How are we going to explain a huge stab wound and someone that just survived an explosion?"

Huh. That was a good question. Something else was nagging at the back of my mind though; what was it...

I looked down at my dark scaly right hand. Oh. Right.

"And I don't look like a real person. I mean, I've got scales on me. See?" I waved my arm around, then grimaced. That was my stabbed shoulder.

Des~~

"I'll cover for everyone. Viper, stay here, I'll bring back some supplies to take care of you."

I lead everyone into the emergency room (not sure how this goes, so I'll just be vague) and the nurses took them. I gave Kat one last look before they closed the doors.

"Sir, I'd like to ask you a few questions."

I turned to the nurse, "Yes?"

"What happened exactly? For the record."

I sighed, as if shaken, but for some reason I was completely calm, "We work for the circus in town and after the show we were all hanging around camp and suddenly people came out of nowhere, people got hurt and then a car exploded, I'm not entirely sure how, and when the smoke cleared, no one was there except for us."

"Why would they attack you?"

"We advertise ourselves as a 'freak show', maybe someone thought we were the real thing?"

"Well, whatever the reason, I'll leave it to the police, They'll be informed immediately."

Before she walked off I gave her some made up details on the men, like a universal mark on their cheek and some other stuff. It was all BS, but it would grab the cops attention, and while the information was being processes, they could clean up and clear out, before things got worse.

I walked over to Mikhael and filled him in, so we would have the same story, then said, "I'm gonna get Viper cleaned up then I'll head back to camp and erase any trace, make it clean. Meet me back there in a bit, and call me if anything changes with anyone, especially Kat."

He nodded and I ran down the stairs, my new back pack filled with gauze and bandages.

Kat

As the nurses led me away, I turned and watched Des give me a weak smile and wave. I bit my lip so I wouldn't cry in front of him. The nurses showed me to my bed and I had changed into a hospital gown, sitting nervously on the bed just as the doctor gently pulled aside the curtains.

"Hello," she said softly and slowly.

"Hi," I said back.

"You must be Kat," she said, checking her charts. "I'm Dr. Yamamoto. Your friend Das or Dessie-"

"Desmond," I corrected coldly.

"Right, well he said that you guys had been ambushed at the circus by several people and that there was a car explosion. Is that right?"

"Uh huh." I closed my eyes and leaned back onto the bed.

"Were the people that attacked you angry customers?"

"No," I replied softly. "We don't get angry customers."

"Did you know them?"

Yes, yes, YES! It was Kili and her little band of people! My mind screamed. "No, I'd never seen any of them in my life."

"Okay, then." I could hear her pen scribbling furiously. "So what happened to you?"

"I was stabbed in the side, and I was burned in the explosion," I murmured, opening my eyes but not meeting her gaze.

"How were you stabbed?"

"I was fighting with someone, let my guard down and they got me in the side."

"I see." More scribbling. "What side were you stabbed on?" I pointed to my right.

I sat up and Dr. Yamamoto carefully checked the wound, gasping every now and then. I fought back tears and pursed my lips.

"This is a nasty wound," she sighed. "It's clean, but it's very deep and ragged. You have to go into surgery, right away."

"What?" I shrieked. She just shook her head sadly and walked out. I walked over to my clothes and pulled my cell phone out of my pants pocket.

Nick,

Yet again, I was being carried to another room. Really, I thought in my semiconscious state, this was getting very tedious. And then someone in a very white coat was standing over me.

"And how are you today..." the figure said, checking a clipboard, "Nick, is it?"

I wanted to scream. Oh, yeah, I'm feeling just great, ya know, except for the getting stabbed with a damn knife and then getting almost incinerated. Other than that, yeah I'm fine. Instead I just grunted, and moaned in pain.

"I'm Dr. Cox," the figure said, in what was obviously supposed to be a soothing whisper, but actually sounded like a rusty can was being ferociously rubbed in his throat, "Everything will be all right."

Yeah, right. Unable to contain my dreamy mind, I blurt something out.

"Have you had throat cancer?" the doctor ignored me, and started stripping me, and examining my body. I yelped.

"Hey! A little privacy, yes?" Still, the doctor ignored me, and yelled to someone over his shoulder, "Get me some morphine!"

No. Not morphine. I was already far into la-la land for that. But then, someone was poking a needle into my arm, and all pain went away, leaving me floating on a white cloud...

Um, guys...you abandoned me in my blown-up/unconscious state. Should I post like I've been there the whole time, or does someone want to bring me in???


Thanks!
~Nutty

How 'bout Daemyn does something. I know he's with Lurie, but....

Like, Daemyn should be posted period, or he should help Fee out?

Well, both I guess, since if he's helping Fee, then you post him, right?

I figured everyone who was injured would be in the hospital, and those not hurt would be making sure there was no trace to show the truth of what happened to the police at the main camp, but whatever's fine.

Sounds good... Also, Puffy has asked me to post this for her.....


Alura

Red hot pain, ripping out my heart and turning my flesh inside out, putting lava in my bones and tearing a scream from my throat. I open my eyes, seeing a white face above my, red everywhere else. I pant, another scream ripping free, and I realise they are hurting me. "Stop it!" I scream, my heart burning acid. "Stop it!" My throat is burning now to, and everything is burning, and all my bones are being crushed by the weight of this Pain, this horrible, horrible Pain... I feel my breath catching on broken sobs, feel my arms flailing, my legs thrashing. But mainly just the Pain. My hands find a rough metal rod above my heart, and I grab at it, trying to get it away from me. "Sto-stop it!" I shout, but it's a hoarse whisper. The Pain is killing me now....it's killing me and it's enjoying watching me die. The face- the white face is the Pain, and those black eyes are killing me. "I hate you!" I scream at it, and suddenly the face goes away, but the Pain stays. I'm not dead yet, it's not done. "I hate you!" I cry again. I feel my head fall back and a coolness on my legs and arms and neck and I realise the bobbing of the ground is me being carried, carried down to Hell, and I look up and there's that same face, that familiar Pain.

I try to scream for Daemyn, but the world goes black.


>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>


Daemyn

I ignore the shouts, ignore the fire in her eyes, ignore everything but Lizzie and that damn metal bar. "Ok, now take it off," Lizzie instructs me, and a tear falls from my eye as I see the scar I've given her. "Lurie, Lurie, Lurie...." I mutter, stroking hair away from her sweaty, dirty face. Just then Des runs into the tent, quickly shouting something about a hospital. I pick Alura up gently, and her eyes close. I can't help but feel a horrible wrenching in my chest and a sickening tug in my stomach, and even though I know she's alright, she's alive, it still puts my heart into a panic to see her like that. Unmoving. Loose, pale, slack-jawed and floppy. Gulping, I put her in the bed of a waiting truck, holding her close to me as we barrel down the street. Nick, who must be gaining some conscious in the cab, teleports us a few times, finally getting us to the hospital. Carefully, I get out of the back of the truck, still holding Lurie close, when I notice a pale body laying in the back. I hadn't seen it during our ride, but now that I do it makes me want to throw up. It's Fee, but it's not. It's her body, but she's not there. In her place is a wax doll with singed clothes and a bloody face.


((FEE DIDN'T DIE! She just got a huge gash in her forehead and some van lodged in her collarbone is all....))

Kat

I was furiously dialing, when I heard someone rushing another person into the bed next to me.

"Hurry, we need to stitch her up fast and get her into surgery!" someone shouted. "The metal in her collarbone is going deeper!"

Curious, I shut the phone and opened my curtains. Three nurses were corwded around her. One moved away and I got a glimpse of the face. It was Fee.

"Oh no, oh Fee!" I whispered, tears filling my eyes. Here was Fee, considered the leader of us all, lying on the hospital bed, unconcious.

I automatically began walking over to her. One of the nurses saw me and yelled at me to get back in my bed. I ignored her and went to Fee's bedside, crying and stroking her hair.

"Fee, oh Fee! I'm so sorry!" I sobbed as they dragged me away.