A/N:
Hey guys, saying this now before you read this: when I wrote this chapter, I was literally crying, so don't be surprised if u begin to cry a bit :P
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"Angeline, wait for everyone else", Giry exclaimed when she realized I was almost 12 feet ahead of the group.
I sighed in grief as I stopped in front of the trick mirrors, waiting for everyone to catch up. The first mirror of the set of three is a normal mirror, so I stood in front of it to see what I looked like.
Jet black ringlets that falls down my back to my waist with my bangs covering my left eye. My eyes, unlike other peoples' eyes, are only one shade of blue, resembling the color of sapphires. My pale skin and heart shaped face makes me look like a living porcelain doll.
I looked down at my outfit to look at my white, over the shoulder blouse; a black corset that wraps around my torso; and a floor length, black skirt that I'm tripping on. I wish I could have worn men's pants, but Giry made sure I could only wear dresses and skirts. When I felt the cold winter breeze create goosebumps along my slender arms, I pulled my black, floor length cape over the front of me while slipping my hood over my head.
As I did this, I turned to my left and began to follow my group, who were now in front of me. Because of me being a fast walker, I walked around to the front of the group but stopped in my path when a gypsy man jumped in front of me.
As everyone began to stand up from slamming into my back and falling, the gypsy man pointed to a sign above him that read "Devil's Child", telling us to go inside the tent to look at it for ourselves.
With me being the only person with guts in the group, I walked into the tent to see an enormous cage in the center of the empty room, with something sitting in the corner of the locked cage. In all honest, I bet it's just an animal that was mutated at birth or has a defect, causing it to look hideous. But you never know.
Out of curiosity, I walked around the cage to see what was in the corner, before I fell on my knees, wanting to cry my heart out...
Sitting in the corner is not an animal, but a human child...
I continued to look at the child, assuming its a boy, seeing that he's wearing a burlap like mask over his face, with the eyes cut out to see, and an old, dirty pair of brown trousers. His bare, sickly pale chest and bak have multiple infected cuts and deep plum bruises on it, meaning he was abused, too.
We made eye contact with each other for a few seconds, with me looking into his pain filled faded blue eyes, before I looked down into his hands to see a stuff monkey doll in his hands with the monkey having a silver cymbal in its left hand. I looked around the floor near me to see another cymbal in front of me. I looked at the kid, who's staring at it, most likely wanting it back.
I slowly picked it up in my hand, feeling the cold metal on my skin, before I slowly began to slid my hand between the metal bars, handing him the cymbal. The kid jumped about ten feet in the air and backed away, being shaken by my sudden movement, making me have my palm open to see his cymbal on it.
After a minute of staring at my hand, he grabbed the bottom of it, so I couldn't move it, and slid his free hand along my forearm, looking at it. I stayed silent so I couldn't scare the kid, and so the man from before wouldn't come in here.
After another minute of him sliding his money fingers along my arm, I realized he was tracing the scars I had gotten when my father abuse me.
"We are alike in more than one way", I whispered to him, causing him to have eye contact with me again.
He slowly took the cymbal out of my hand and lifted my hand up to his mask with his other hand. He moved my hand onto his mask, making it feel like he was trying to kiss my hand.
At this moment, I felt multiple tears streaming down from my face. It hurts me emotionally from seeing a kid, who was abused like I was, trying to show appreciation to one person, who only was trying to be a bit kind.
When I was with the circus and my father would beat me in front of the other circus members, none of them would help me or showed me sympathy or any kind of kindness. They would only stare and laugh, laughing at my tears and scream of pain.
I shook that thought out of my mind before looking up at him to see his eyes full of... Sadness... The emotion of knowing and understanding exactly how I feel and felt.
We heard mumbling coming from outside the tent, causing me to retract my hand and stand up, while the boy began to play with his monkey again.
"Angeline, are you okay? Can we come in", I heard Giry ask from the entrance of the tent.
"Yeah, and you guys can come in here if you want to", I replied as I made sure my cape is covering me, held my finger up to my mouth, and began to hide in the shadows; so the boy knew to stay silent about my location.
When I was out of sight, the group and other visitors began to file into the room, surrounding the caged boy. I found a spot in the shadows where I had a direct view of the masked kid, who is making his toy clap the cymbals together.
I looked at the opposite side of the cage to see the gypsy man walking into the cage with a leather belt in hand. As the man got closer to the boy, the man kicked the doll out of his hand and pushed him onto the ground, before he lifted his arm and brought it down, making the belt hit the kid in the side.
He did this over and over again for more than ten minutes, before ripping the kids mask off his face. The audience began to laugh t the kid's face, even though I didn't see a reason to.
While the right side of the boy's face was flawless, except for the fact his black hair is sticking to his head, the left side of his face looks like it was either burnt or was melted. I suspect it's a skin condition he has had since birth, but it still doesn't mean he should be put down like this.
Unlike all the other audience members, I want to run up to the kid and tell him nothing is wrong with the way he looked and comfort him, being that he looks like he is about to cry. That was before I saw the gypsy man raise the leather belt over his he's again and hit it against the kids face.
I shuddered and began to silently cry to myself as I watched the gypsy man beat the boy senseless wit the crowd either cheering him on or are laughing at the kid.
A half hour. After a half hour of the man beating the kid, he had a friend escort everyone, except me, out of the tent while he began to collect the money that people tosses onto the floor of the cage.
When I knew the man was completely distracted, I ran to the boy, who pulled his mask back on, and cut the rope that keeps him tied to the cage with my pocket knife that I had hidden in my cape.
I made eye contact with him until I looked at the gypsy man, looked down at the rope, and winked at him as I hid myself into the shadows again.
With my hint, the boy grabbed the rope and slung it around the gypsy's neck, choking him to death. I ran to the Cormier of the cage and grabbed his monkey with both cymbals before I heard a man scream 'murder'.
I looked up at the entrance to see Giry and the gypsy's friend looking at the boy in horror. I ran to the boy and began dragging him out of the tent through a secret exit, hearing police run into the tent.
We began to run through the empty streets towards the Opera house when I looked behind us to see Giry catching up to us.
"Come one, Giry. I know how to sneak him into the building", I said to her as I held the boys hand and continued to run.
When we got to the back of the building, I lifted the chapel room's window up and allowed the three of us to crawl into the room.
"Come, let's go downstairs before anyone finds us", I whispered to them as I grabbed a lit candle and headed to the hidden crypt underneath the opera house.
