Circe’s murders

*This story is under my folder titled “Circe the ringmaster!”. If you want to read more about Mr. Ferrin, you can go under my folder titled “Ferrin’s circus”. Gacha Club character designs are under my forum titled “My character designs<33[2]”. Enjoy!*

THE ORIGINAL CREW

Circe took it all in. The mangled, contorted bodies of all that looked up to her, that trusted her.

There was Maxine, the little homeless girl. What did she bring to the table? She wasn’t particularly talented other than the fact that she was a child. Everybody seemed to be amused with her, that was why Circe made her a clown.

Then the twins, Addison and Madison. They were acrobats, but again, they didn’t bring much. It was done before, so why did Circe take them in? Because she liked them?

Their eyes looked so wide and full of shock, as they couldn’t comprehend what happened to them. So white, so glassy. How did Circe get on in life before Mr. Ferrin? He helped her. He taught her that she was worth more than anyone else. The world was a horrible place, so why not rise to get respect?

She stopped in front of Clover and Sawyer. Clover was her best friend, the reason Circe smiled. Clover always held onto hope, and Circe believed her. That was why Circe made Clover a clown, because she saw Clover as a burst of energy.

But Clover was living in a world of fantasies. She wasn’t the one who had to build the circus up from a barren patch of dirt, she wasn’t the one who had to care for a group of people, she wasn’t the one who had to organize different acts and make sure that everyone, performers and audience, was satisfied.

Circe was the one who kept the circus running, Clover was merely a clown. Sawyer loved Clover for it, for he was a magician, and he never thought logically.

Circe was the one who deserved to live, and by God, she’d keep on living.

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THE NEW CAST

Again? Again? Circe had to go through it all again?

She didn’t mind having to kill them all again, but really, it was quite amusing, how easy it was to kill them all.

There was Emberlynn and Juniper, the conjoined little girls. Juniper recoiled away from Circe like a beaten animal, Emberlynn stared at Circe as though she were capable of harming the likes of her, the ringmaster!

There was Zara, a pale, soft-spoken woman who was somehow able to calm spiders enough to be her pets. What was the purpose of it? Circe didn’t know or care. If the ability was freakish enough, then there was a place at Circe’s circus.

There was Alexis, the moaning, groaning adolescent boy who had a sprinkle of gloom in his eyes. It wasn’t becoming of a young boy to act as though losing his family was the worst thing in the world, so she made him a clown. It was the same thing she did for a man, Dakota.

All she wanted to do was eat, why did they have to be upset about it? Besides, it wasn’t like she knew that she ate their families when it happened. She only sensed that it was their families she ate because they had the aura of misery that only those with unexplainably taken families did, and because Mr. Ferrin told her.

Circe killed them all and she could have thrived on, if only she hadn’t hired Clover.

Why, why, why did she do it? She may have put Clover in a train and tried her best to get rid of the clown, but she should have known that Clover would be stronger as an angel. That even without a voice, Clover still had a slew of fiery things to say.

She burned away Circe, and she took the others to Heaven on her train. Circe saw before she faded away to Hell.

Circe could think of killing them all and eating their bones all she wanted, but in the end, she really lost.

Because she was burning away, and Mr. Ferrin was separated from her, flaming in his own pit in Hell.

She truly was alone.