The making of a villain. (can be joined npc wise)

It was cold. Russia in winter time, she could not imagine how the big boss could have made it like this, setting up the tent in cold Russia. Normally they preferred to perform in already existing places like old churches and unused buildings. She walked around the terrain with the tent in the middle. The tent was blue and red with silver and gold stars placed randomly on the canvas.

A loud voice soared through the cold winter night only saying. ‘’SHOWTIME’’ she did not make haste and smiled. She had one of the last acts and thus could slack. She had not even changed her clothes yet. She was wearing a pink dress with a few layers of clothes beneath it to shield her from the cold. She walked to her own caravan and walked to the dressing room. Her caravan was white on the outside with a painting of her throwing knives painted on the back of it.

The inside was always cosy and warm; the floor was made of pink carpet and the other colors were also busy, mainly red and pink. That all made it to a nice place to reside in. Haine was taking a shower when she heard the normal screams of the people watching the show. They were astonished, that is because they were no normal circus. They were known as freaks to the outside world. Other then the normal freakshows this was a special one. The artists came here because the liked traveling and showing their gifts to other people.

The first act was a woman that could grow a beard and pull it back into her face on mere thought. She was probably a mutant but as she only did it for show no-one cared. There were many people like this in the circus. A snake boy that had really snake like habits so not just a green skin and many more. She took a shower before changing into her stage clothes. This was somewhat of a tradition of herself.

She finished showering at about the time that her dad was on stage together with her mom. They tree were the only ones in the circus whom were normal humans and they still were the main acts as they were certainly gifted in their own arts. She was quickly changing into her performing clothes. The were glittering and pink. Not to tight and not to loose.

She strapped herself with knives and walked outside. The director announced the next act and Haine knew that she would be on stage in two acts. She notified the director that she was present and walked up to the backstage. She watched both the acts and felt a normal and healthy nervousity boiling up inside herself. She smiled sweetly to her father and he smiled back. Just before she went on stage she could hear him say; ‘’okay, its time for the surpise’’

She walked on stage and told what she was going to be doing. She was a knife tosser and acrobat. She demonstrated her skills slowly making things harder. Somewhere in the first five minutes she asked two people in the crowd to step forward and hold a piece of cardboard between their heads. Next to her there were around forty metal toothpicks. With great craftsmanship she threw them one by one through the cardboard in the form of a person that got hung. When she threw the last toothpick the little piece of art fell on the ground leaving a hole in the cardboard and the people that were holding it between their heads heavily sweating.

She gave the art to one of those persons and prepared for the final stage of her act. She took the stairs up to the cord. This was the trickiest part of her act. The spotlights were all aimed for the targets on the ceiling so the public could see it. She would walk on the cord and throw knives into the targets. She would have no rope and only a net under her to protect her from falling to death if she leaped of the cord.

The net was safely under her and she started her act. First she just threw some knives into the targets but then she started to take more risks. On one hand she balanced on the cord. She threw knives into the targets. At once she smelled something weird. She smelled fuel and looked down after making sure she was on two feet again. She saw her father walk away with an empty gallon. Then he came back with a lighter and lit the net. First it wrote surprise in flames. She could feel the heat and felt a certain panic come up in her body. Adrenaline sped through her little body. When she looked down again she saw a sea of flames beneath her. Fear struck her heart and she screamed.

There was pain in her whole body. She could feel her organs rush to other parts in her body. She screamed and she felt skin leaving her body. She thought it was from the heat till she saw someone fall down. The head rolled away. It was her fathers head. She had beheaded him with he flesh. This struck her mind and she almost lost her balance. She was on an inch of death when her subconscious made two threads of flesh fly from her body and grab the iron pillars. She could feel the cold of them in her body. When she looked at her father again now calmed down that she was not in life threatening danger anymore she realized it. She had killed her father without hesitating. She screamed again. Ice cold, the crowd was astonished and thought that it was part of the act.

Her flesh was shooting out on the random now as some sort of defense mechanism. Killing everyone in various and bloody ways. She felt the power leaving her body and the flesh coming back to her body. The whole tent was burning and she fell down. With the last force in her body she went outside. To the cold. It started snowing again. The misery of her fate resembled into every snowflake coming down to earth. Then she fell asleep not knowing what the morning would bring her and with no idea of what would happen with her.