Premise: Where one story ends another is just beginning
The story follows preformers who have have their own backstory which is established and upon this, each one of them is secretly holding something from the others. In this, every memeber will be given a name based on the secret they are hiding and as the story goes along you get to realize why your character is based on that trait. Every character has a part in this story, its just that based on how your character is, their story might be cut one thread sooner than the others.
This story isn't meant to be taken lightly, each one of the characters placed in has something wrong with them. Something that sets them off and makes them a freak to society. They whither and cry and almost want to die, but they don't take the pain out on themselves, no they take it out on everyone around them who has ever called them the word "Freak." They aren't the true freaks as its those who don't realize that they are, who are actually the real "Freaks."
Story Introduction: Come one, come all to the new event
A circus is brought up in town, along with the circus is a carnival. Each year a new member is introduced to the event itself and every year the Carnival puts on the event with it's newly crafted human circus. The word "Freak," really describes the beauty of the unfortunate in the terms of the circus. They are beautiful in their own way except others are nothing more than mindless idiots who roam the circus only wanting to satify their temptations for more than one thing.
The Carnival consists of :
The Hall Of Mirrors: Where only your true image shows, everyone will know you before your even get to realize your true self. Lets just hope the mirror doesn't know all
The Wheel of Fate: Your body is tied down to the wheel as it spins around and around. The only problem is that it's got a mind of its own operating it
Face Painting: The image really gets you thinking about what you could really look like, some say the beautiful picture is permanent to the soul, or even to the face itself
Kissing Booth: Don't kiss before you are willing to tell, but don't worry as the whole carnival already knows your dirty secret. It's almost like they know you more than you know yourself
Food to die for: The food itself is so amazing that no one even cares to question what it is made of, could it be chicken or the girl who went missing two days ago?
Live musical entertainment: Music so beautiful that it's almost as if the music entices you and brings you to the carnival itself.
The Carnival is one Hell of an entertainment and nothing is as it seems. It almost seems like the more you stay, the more an etenity feels like. You can't leave once you have been admitted into this lovely place, there is only one way out and its amazing how it works. Freedom isn't granted in this part and don't expect the cards to unfold the way you planned they would. This game is a game of fate and the knife is only as sharp as the person who wields it.
Sign up: Come one, Come all
Picture of what you want to look like:
The rest will be filled out by me when things get down to the good part, each person will be given a backstory that will be based on the moment before and then the moment they joined the actual event itself. The newest occupant will have to discover the estranged events that go on the cirus/carnival and find out if things are really as they seem or if something else is really going on. Quick, is the speed you need to pick up on if you are wanting to escape the horrors, but not everyone does and what happens to them is far worse than living in the carnival itself.
The Ringleader: Wes
I watched the bodies being lifted from the crates, they were going to be used for the main act in the circus. I remember their faces, some were two-headed and others had broke limbs that were twisted around their bodies. Thats when I became facinated with the "freaks."
I remember watching this girl one day, she was the most beautiful girl I had met, thats when I decided that I would make her into one of them. Make her into the freaks that I remembered growing up. I attacked her with a knife and stabbed her stomach, the blood filling my images of the show.
I remember her screams and then I remembered liking stabbing into her, the more I cut deeper the more I loved it. I looked up at her and there was barely any life in her, I placed her hands on her belly. I placed a rope around her neck and then I took her up to the main stage.
Everyone was in fear and in awe with image in front of them, he moved her hands down her stomach and she had blood come from her eyes like she was crying. I looked at all of them and I took a baby from one of the crates and placed it in the hands of the woman.
The woman kept crying even more and then I backed away from her. She started crying and then the blood started falling on the dead baby. I stepped in front of them and then turned to the crowd, moving my hands up to them and clapping.
"Come one, come all. Freaks of nature and freaks of personality. Today you will come to see the image of the beautiful woman, who was mangled and stabbed. She wanted to have a child, but that was taken away from her. So I decided to give her what she wanted. The blood pouring from her eyes, and the dead baby given to her." I took the baby away from her and she started crying and screaming and choking on blood.
"The unborn. The saddest freak I have made. She craves to have a baby, but she will never be able to feel the growth of the child." I cradled the baby and then I tossed the baby into the audience and then screams and gasps escaped their mouth. I laughed and then I walked out into the audience. "She isn't any different from you all. You are the biggest freaks, you all imagined the ugly woman who was bleeding and you judged her."
I whispered into the ear of one of them and then she fell to the ground in tears. "This won't be the only "FREAK" that I will collect. I have many in mind and I can't wait to start my own Circus of Hell. You all are welcome to join me and the unborn in our next act. Actually I need new talent, she isn't usefull anymore." I pulled a gun out and then shot her in the forhead and then I took the mangled baby that was trampled on from the audience and placed it into her stomach and then placed the womans hands on her belly. "Act 1 finished: A freak never to be born."
I watched as the curtains closed and then I grinned a devlish grin and wrapped a rope around the girls neck and hung her from the stage. "Beauty in a freakish way to be forever on display." I stepped away and then turned back to the empty crowd with one person left. I smiled and turned to walk away. "Freaks like you belong with me as your ringleader." The lights from the stage dimmed down and then turned completely off.