| Dark Woods Circus; Based on the song, DWC tells of a twisted circus with mutated peformers. | |
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| Topic Started: Mar 22 2018, 04:31 PM (2 Views) | |
| RainyMemory | Mar 22 2018, 04:31 PM Post #1 |
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"Ryou-wan." Leaning against the bars, the dark-haired boy reached his hand into the cage. "Ryou-wan." Repeating the name, he held his palm open. The tent was dark, and they'd be put away into their cages soon. They, or he, was one, or two, of the few who was allowed of their cage for a while. To perform in the big area, to lure people to come see the circus. Pulling his hand back as the restricted boy lunged at him, his other half covered his mouth to keep from yelling out. There hadn't been enough to eat today, the boy with the tampered brain was probably still starving. "Izo, be careful. He ate my other arm already, I can't give you one." Being sewn together at the middle, each of them lost two limbs. Izo having his left arm and leg, his other half having a right arm and leg. "And stop calling him Ryou-wan, it's not nice." Watching his counter part, Takuma quickly grabbed his hand as he reached for the boy dressed in green who was leaned up against the bars. "He's going to bite you, are you crazy?" "He won't bite." "Izo, please." "He won't bite." Pulling his wrist away, the younger of the two winced back as the elder reached forward to the cage. As predicted, the one in green quickly and sharply bit at the hand that reached inside the cage. Biting his lip to hold back a yell, he pulled his hand back a bit, grimacing again as the green one pulled back. "Ryouta stop, it's me. That hurts, that hurts." Being pulled further into the cage, he leaned his side against it, keeping the younger one away from any possible danger. But Ryouta wasn't pulling to rip his hand off, just sort of gnawing. It still hurt, it hurt quite a bit, but it could be worse. "It hurts." Saying again, green eyes met his gold ones and, after a few seconds, his hand was released. "I told you he'd bite you." "There, there." Petting the soft hair, he sighed out his nose. Blood dripped down into the cannibal's hair. "There, there." Smoothing his hand over his cheek, he leaned more against the bars. "Sorry... I'm sorry." "It's ok, we're ok. Takuma is going to pet you too, don't bite." The younger half of the one hesitantly moved forward. Slowly reaching out, he caressed the green one's head, gently ruffling his hair. "See? It's ok. I'm sorry you didn't get more today. You must be hungry, huh? Ryouta." Takuma moving some hair out of Ryouta's face, he sighed out of his nose before pulling back. Pulling at his left side, they didn't have too much time to linger and he'd like to go visit someone else tonight too. Pulling away, Izo leaned off the bars. "Alright, bye-bye for now." "No... Taku, Izo don't go." The two of them, sharing one body, were the only two that really ever dared to get close to him. Takuma probably wouldn't get as close to the bars as he did if he wasn't connected to Izo. But Izo always came over to pet him, and he got bit nearly every time. Not that Ryo was trying to eat him or hurt him, he just missed him and was hungry, and usually the only hands that came near him were delicious cold ones. He wondered why he wasn't disliked for biting, or why the warm hand continued to reach into his cage, or why he was comforted by these two in the one body. "Shh, no no, it's ok. Just for now." Reaching in one last time, Izo patted Ryouta on the head. Takuma waving at him, they left to a different cage. A sad, pained yet beautiful melody, very quietly trickled from behind the metal bars. Even though his show was over for today, his voice continued on in an attempt to sooth himself and the others around him. Though as he heard footsteps stop just in front of his cage, his voice stopped and he turned to meet the conjoined boys. His hat sitting in his lap, he set it down before pushing himself up on goat legs. "Takuma... Izo..." Sniffing, the singer made it to the bars and grabbed a hold of the metal. "It hurts... Why do people... Why do they pay... to see me...? With these... hideous legs... why do they pay... for me to be raped? Why do... they laugh...? Even if... I behave... why do they..." His voice breaking, he droops his head and pulls up his shoulders. Takuma reaches inside, gently rubbing the elder teen's back before Izo as well reached in and they dried tears with their thumbs. "I know, I know." The world is full of cruel people, this circus is filled with distortion for pleasure and laughs. Without concern for the children it captures and destroys, with only the need of money and satisfaction and pleasure. The man who stood above them all, running the torture and pulling others to come see. Come see the terrible creatures they've been turned into. The singer looking up at them, they hugged as best as they could with bars in the way and having the shoulder width of two people. "It can't be helped, though. Probably... this is the only place we can be now." "I want to leave... I want... to leave..." Slipping onto the floor, he held his face in his hands and sniffed. Familiar hands gently reaching out to comfort him. But it couldn't last long, they had to go too. "Bye-bye for now, Mamoru." "For now." The next day at the circus, the usual banter outside played out. The crowd of sick people reeled in. There were a few more bodies today, so Ryouta was fed a little more properly. The tall ones outside watched over the guests, Mamoru sang whatever songs came to mind. Fake smiles to please the guests, or cries of pain depending on what they wanted. Acid was thrown at the clown Kazuka, he writhed around in screams as the games continued. All was well in it's own way, almost, sort of. There was the sound of a gang rape though, taking place in Mamoru's cage. But that passed eventually, and after a break and getting cleaned up a bit, was back to singing. Near the end of the night though, the singing abruptly ended and was replaced with screaming and crying. Groaning in pain as his right side forced him to turn around and made some old wounds ache, he looked over at the screaming as well. Mamoru collapsed on the ground his hands near his face but not touching. They couldn't run to him, they had to leave him be, that was a rule. But no, Takuma dragged them over there anyway, right over to the cage. "Mamoru! MAMORU!" "Takuma, no, stop!" Trying to pull them away, it fell upon deaf ears as the screaming drowned it out. "Takuma! Takuma no! No!" Starting to panic, Izo grabbed their shirt and pulled, using his leg to try and pry them away. Eventually falling back onto the floor, the younger of the two now screaming as well, trying to writhe around but finding it rather difficult as he had another person literally connected to him. Acid burned at his face, neck, and shoulder. He frantically tried to get it off but it just burned more if he touched it. Staring up at the tall man in red, Izo laughed slightly, tears brimming in his eyes. Closing his eyes, he laughed as best as he could with the best smile he could manage. Dropping his arm over his eyes, he watched out of a small gap as the man in red left. Taking shaking breaths as he was allowed to take a breath and calm down. Reaching over, he petted Takuma's head. He wanted to hold him, he wanted to help him and clean him up and make it better. But he couldn't, they were connected and couldn't bend in half. They both felt the pain, but the teen on the left felt it less. He could really only lay there with the right side as someone brought over the cold water to keep the hurt children from getting completely wrecked. Pushing up on his elbow, Takuma carefully supported his own side so they could sit up. "Are you ok?" "Yeah, yeah. I'm ok. I'm ok." Grimacing and shaking, the youngest was clearly not as ok as he was trying to lead on. His injuries raw and painful, he still stood up on his end and they went over to the crying idol's cage. "Mamoru? Are you? Are you ok?" "My eyes... My eyes hurt... It hurts... It hurts... It hurts, it hurts, it hurts! Why?! Even... even though I did everything! Even though I... had five guys... at once! ...Why?! Why did they do... this?!" Crawling over, he pulled himself up just barely, leaning on the bars for support. His face hid in his arms and his fragile body shook from sobs and pain. A small, familiar hand caressing his cheek, he leaned into it as a larger one pushed hair out of his face. His eyes were shut, and there were terrible burns from temple to temple, like someone deliberately splashed it across his eyes. Which they probably did. "I'm sorry. If I could help you I-" Cutting off at the hand on Izo's shoulder, they both looked over as one of the tall ones came over and motioned to their cage. "Just a little longer." Both of them speaking at the same time, the gray haired girl shook her head, motioning for them to go. Sighing slightly, Izo forced Takuma to comply and dragged them over to their cage. Mamoru sinking to the back of his. Luring, performing, smiling, laughing, hurting, screaming, crying, repeat, repeat, repeat, repeat. For days and weeks and months and days and weeks and months. Wearing a visor of sorts, Mamoru continued to sing, his throat undamaged by what has happened to his eyes. The conjoined teens lure people in still, perform tricks still, feed the green one still. Ryouta loves the cold food, but has gotten to the point where he eats it fresh anyway, because he's so angry. Izo lost his ring finger, it was hard to do tricks like that, so he had one sewn on. The colour was different, but the length was about as it should be. The clown Kozuka committed suicide by hanging today, no one knew when. Except for the older conjoined twin, who watched him sneak with the rope and saw the shadow when his body hung. A closer eye was going to be kept on them for sure. They're leaving him there to rot, they won't even serve him to Ryouta. Sitting by the boy with the tampered brain, Izo slipped his hand into the cage this time too, calling 'Ryo-wan' over. He was bitten today too, but as more of a greeting, more of an 'I want attention' than a starved bite. Trying to pull him into the cage to play or something. He got his hand back without it bleeding this time. The conjoined teenagers petted the cannibal. "Why won't they let me have the clown?" Leaning his strapped arms against the bars, Ryouta rested his cheekbones against the metal. Takuma's scarred face partially hidden under makeup, but not completely. Izo's skin was much cleaner, he was always so careful not to get caught, his porcelain skin hardly ever marred aside from his hands from getting bit and the parts where he was stitched together. "I dunno." Probably some kind of warning or reminder. 'This is what you'll look like if you commit suicide' 'This is what your friends will have to stare at' 'Rot disgustingly'. But even so, dying sounded much better than any of this. But they continued this deformed circus without any say. "Are Takuma and Izo going to... kill themselves too?" Sadness evident in his voice, Izo and Takuma both sighed and ruffled his hair. "Not as long as we're sewn together." Answering at the same time, the green one didn't look satisfied with just that, he was looking for more. More reason not to leave, leave him, specifically. The purple and gold eyes that have been looking after him, he didn't want to watch them rot away on a rope like Kazuka. He didn't want that gentle hand that reached into his cage despite knowing he'd get hurt, he didn't want the hand that followed one it was safe, he didn't want the conjoined teens to leave him. Hands grabbing their arms, they were pulled to a stand, causing Ryouta to panic but not say anything yet. The man in red pulled them away, the two looked back to Ryouta. Izo giving a small reassuring smile and Takuma biting his lip but nodding. Being thrown into the middle of the room, they were surrounded by some men. Panic setting in as the man in red left and they were surrounded, they struggled against the hands grabbing at them and pulling off their clothes. "Izo! Izo! Takuma! Taku! Izo! Stop! Stop it! Leave them alone!" Screams and cries of pain from the two shook the room as they were attacked and the men started having their way with them. The man in red going over to the green one's cage with some surgeons. "RYOUTA!" Screaming out as he saw the green-eyed teen lunge at the man in red and get kicked away, he squirmed as he was held down and rammed into, Takuma trying to find a way to get away as well. But it was hard, they were trying to tear each other apart almost. "NO! NO DON'T TOUCH HIM! RYOUTA!! RYOUTA!!" Ignoring the tears streaming down his face, he tried to fight off the people on him, but knew there was only so much he could do without getting acid poured on him and Takuma. "PLEASE, PLEASE DON'T CHANGE HIM ANYMORE!! PLEASE!" This one person had become important to him. Though he didn't know exactly why, maybe it was the way he managed to appear hopeful despite everything that was happening. He managed to be slightly refreshing despite this wretched place. They were going to take that away. He knew it. He knew it. They were going to take him away. The last thing Ryouta could see, hear, experience was Izo calling for him, the surgeons tied him down and drugged him and tampered with his brain more. Eventually throwing the exhausted conjoined twins into their cage. A rather unpleasant taste lingering in their mouths and covering parts of their skin. Fading in and out of consciousness, Ryouta's own screams for Izo and Taku having disappeared, they were cleaned up and clothed once more. The cage door left open, so once awake, they limped their way over to Ryouta's cage. He was sitting in a chair, his cheek leaning against the table. "Ryo-Ryouta..." Hesitantly reaching his hand inside the cage, the green eyes he was so familiar with, looked so hungry. But hadn't they fed him? "Ryo-wan, Ryo-wan." Trying again, Izo reached his hand further, flinching back slightly as the green one jumped at him and fiercely bit down on the meat of his hand. Not playfully, not simply hungrily, but with such gluttony that Takuma was sure this was the time Izo was losing that hand. "Ryo-wan, it's me, it's me. It's Izo, you're hurting me." His voice shaking, those green eyes that reflected him made him shiver. There wasn't Ryouta anymore, only the green beast. "Please... please, no, no...." Voice cracking slightly, Takuma reached in and distracted the green-eyed beast. Both of them getting their hands away, Taku held Izo's as they backed up and retreated to their cage once more. Laughing slightly, Izo covered his eyes with his forearm. Ryouta was becoming more loyal to him than to the circus, he was coming to like the conjoined twins more than fearing the circus. So they took him away, they took away Ryo and focused on the dog they wanted. They were doomed in this forever, anything they came to like would be taken away from them. Takuma only had Izo still because they'd been sewn together. They only still had Mamoru because the conjoined teenagers and the singer brought in so many guests. One day, he wouldn't be shocked if they were ripped apart. It was so painful, he hated it. They all did. Every single one of them. Mamoru'd been at the edge of his cage the entire time, trying to convince the men to come back to him and leave the conjoined boys alone. In the end, he couldn't do anything but was attacked even still. His only saving grace being he could hardly see what was going on, but hearing it made it so much worse as well. The two coming over to greet him, new acid wounds marked his skin and the tears wouldn't stop, even as Takuma started to comfort him. "If there's anything I could do I w-" "Ne... Ne, kill me..." The visor slipping off his eyes, he grabbed the bars tightly and looked in the direction of the voice he'd just heard, no longer able to see. His beautiful blue eyes were ruined, red and milky, impossible to save and return to the color they once were. "I want to die already... Takuma... Izo... kill me." His knuckles turning white from gripping the metal bars, his voice shook and tears spilled from his horrific eyes. "I want to die... I want to die... I want to die... Kill me already... Ne, you guys are my friends, right? Takuma loves me, right?! I'm begging you, kill me! I can't do it anymore. Kill me, kill me, KILL ME, KILL ME ALREADY!!! CAN'T I DIE ALREADY?! HAVEN'T I DONE ENOUGH?!" He used to enjoy dancing so much, before his legs were taken away. He used to be able to do so much more, now he couldn't even see. He couldn't even see his friends. He couldn't even see this person he'd fallen in love with. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry." The two speaking at once, they laid their hands on top of the sobbing singer's and waited for him to calm down. The man in red said over and over 'It's impossible' when asking about dying. It's impossible. This time too, he said it's impossible. The only reason the clown was able to take himself was because there wasn't anyone watching him, they'd gotten slack and he managed to sneak away and kill himself. Because of that, it's impossible, because they couldn't get a break. "What should we do with this one?" Turning around, a young boy looked around the room while the tall ones kept him from turning around and running. He looked like a younger version of the man in red. Smiling over to him, Izo chuckled slightly. A new member to be picked apart and twisted together to form something new. Maybe if it was like this, he could even replace one of them if they died. Wouldn't that be perfect? The singer's cries quieting, he slipped down to the ground, finding his visor and putting it on to try and get an idea of what was going on. Another boy? No... no this couldn't go on like this... "Welcome." |
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