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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Graphic_Depictions_Of_Violence, Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Original_Work
  Relationship:
      Kyle_Clyrwatre/Elliot_Kingsley
  Character:
      Kyle_Clyrwatre, Elliot_Kingsley, Jeremy, Joshua, Renald_Hanada, Kyle's
      Father, Kyle's_Mother, Elliot's_Parents
  Additional Tags:
      past_mentions_of_child_abuse, Parents_selling_their_children, Neglective
      Parents, Extremely_Abusive_Parent, Sold_into_a_Freakshow, Freakshows,
      genetic_mutations, Various_other_things_I_will_figure_out_as_I_go, Poor
      babus, Why_do_we_do_these_things_to_them?, Minor_Character_Death, It's
      Gonna_Get_NSFW_Later_On, oh_yeah, Elliot_is_17, kyle_is_21-22
  Series:
      Part 4 of The_Misadventures_of_Kyle_and_Elliot
  Stats:
      Published: 2014-12-20 Chapters: 1/? Words: 1353
****** Who Needs Normal Anyway? ******
by livingNightmare, The_demon_of_mind
Summary
     People were born with strange mutations all around the world, nobody
     knew why or how, they just knew that it was and always had been. Some
     were born with easy to hide mutations like a forked tongue or tougher
     than normal skin. Others were born with very obvious ones like scales
     scattered about their body, large horns sticking out from their
     forehead. And they were called Freaks. Some parents couldn't stand
     that one of their kids was a Freak. Some were beaten and abused. Some
     Freaks didn't live to the end of their first day. And then something
     new began to pop up. Freakshows. A place for them to gather and be
     safe together. They travel around the continent and preform shows in
     the cities they stayed at. But with that arose another group. A group
     of extremists that hated the freaks, that believed that they didn't
     deserve to live.
     -Same deal as the others in this series-
Notes
See the end of the work for notes
                         -Jeremy Signed Onto The Chat-
Jeremy: hey elliot
Jeremy: so there's this cool freakshow in town for a week
Jeremy: and my parents are out of town for the night
Jeremy: wanna go with me and joshua?
Elliot: How much and when?
Jeremy: $15 for under 18 and it's at 8pm tonight.
Elliot: Yeah sure. My parents are going out to some party.
Jeremy: cool, i'll pick you up at 7ish
Elliot: Kay. I've got to sign off and do some homework now
Elliot: I don't have to do it all when we get back.
Elliot: Later.
Jeremy: kay
Jeremy: later
                        -Elliot Signed Off Of The Chat-
===============================================================================
 
Elliot pushed his chair away from his computer and glanced in the mirror off to
his left. He had actually already finished his homework, but he needed to re-
dye his hair if he was going out tonight. The void of colour white of his roots
would show up really well against the dyed black of his hair in the low light
of a Freakshow tent. 
Elliot had been born a Freak. Snow-white hair that didn't take too well to
dye, practically glowing purple eyes, pointed fucking elf ears, and oh, to top
it off, fucking horns that were thankfully small enough to hide under a hat.
Elliot didn't ask to be born this way... and neither had his parents. All it
did was cause grief for the Mister and Misses Kingsley and so they forced their
son to hide it. To be ashamed of what made him different. He had to dye his
hair black every week, and wear contacts everyday. He had to make sure his hair
was fluffy enough to hide his horns if he didn't want to or couldn't wear a
hat. It was a hassle, but that was his life...
                                    -~-~-~-
True to his word, Jeremy was outside Elliot's house at 7:15 with Joshua in the
backseat, complaining, of course, about breaking the family rules by going to
the show with them. Both of the boys in the front responded to the complaining
by turning around and telling the young satanist to kindly shut the fuck up.
They arrived with minutes to spare and had to hurry to buy their tickets and
sit down before the lights in the tent dimmed. Soon the only light in the tent
was the emergency lights placed in the isles and the torches circling the
stage. A woman then walked on stage and took a bow. "Ladies and Gentlemen," She
said, voice echoing in the quieting tent, "Boys and Girls, and anything in
between, welcome, to the Sumzin Frentzy Freakshow." She smiled. "Tonight we
will show you the mystery and majesty of the beings you call 'Freaks'." She
finished with a flourish, winking up at the young boy in the stands with dyed
black hair. 
"Dude." Jeremy whispered, lightly elbowing Elliot in the side, "She just winked
at you."
"No way. It must have been to someone else..." Elliot whispered back. 
The woman walked off the stage after another bow and shortly after her
disappearance from stage a young man with long braided ginger hair, tan skin,
and... gills? walked out to the center of the stage in nothing but a pair of
fancy looking shorts and holding some juggling clubs. The man was covered in
little shiny scales and scars. But even with the scars, the man was still
really attractive. The man also had two water bottles clipped onto a belt, one
marked with something bright red and the other marked with something bright
blue.
The man reached the center of the stage and started juggling the clubs high
into the air, occasionally doing tricks with them. 
Just when Elliot was beginning to wonder if this was it, if this was the show.
Just an attractive guy juggling some clubs in the center of the stage, the man
tossed them higher into the air than before, until they were all well above his
head and took a large mouthful of the liquid in the red water bottle, pulled a
lighter from fuck knows where, and breathed fire onto the clubs, lighting one
end of each of them on fire. Holy fuck.
This was so cool. Elliot watched from the edge of his seat as the man caught
the clubs like nothing had changed and continued to juggle them, occasionally
using one of them to breath more fire in the general direction of the audience.
Then once more the man tossed them all high into the air and too another
mouthful from a water bottle, the blue one this time, and spat out the liquid
onto the ground after swishing it around his mouth a bit. 
He caught the clubs again, three in one hand and one in the other and tilted
his head back, showily bringing the single club up to his mouth and 'ate' the
fire, extinguishing the club, repeating the act on the other three clubs. When
all clubs were extinguished, the man hit his chest with a fist and then he
belched fire into the air. He took a bow and then left the stage. It was time
for the next act.
The next on stage where two people, a man with dark hair and a woman with a
blonde bob, in rather dapper attire. The man seemed a bit agitated, throwing
dark glares to someone off stage. He waited until the woman was strapped to a
wheel to announce the act. So he was a knife thrower? Huh. That would explain
the knives he was holding. 
The man threw swords and daggers at the woman, not hitting her once. Even when
the wheel began spinning he still didn't hit her with the flying blades. It was
when he tried to get fancy that things went to hell... 
He threw up two daggers, presumably to start juggling them, possibly in an
effort to outdo the previous act. Just as he was about to throw the third up
into the air, he sneezed, throwing his head forward into the path of the
falling daggers and throwing the one in his hand forward towards the woman. Had
it not been an accident, and had he been able to aim the throw, the woman
probably would not have been hit. If he hadn't sneezed, maybe the two falling
daggers wouldn't have lodged themselves into the back of his head and neck. But
what happened, happened, and two people were now dead thanks to his attempts to
be better than the young, scarred, fire breather before him. 
Said fire breather ran out on stage holding a med-kit, now with an arm band
that proclaimed him a medic over the tattoo on his left shoulder. Considering
the injuries of the man and woman, however, there was nothing he could do. The
woman who started the show walked back on stage and began talking with the
young fire breather before she walked back to the center of the stage as he
started cleaning up. 
"I'm sorry for the inconvenience dear viewers, but due to the unfortunate
demise of our lovely knife thrower and his wife, we must stop the show a tad
early tonight." She said with a bow as the people started filing out of the
tent.
Elliot stood up, and followed his friends out of the tent, none of them really
itching to converse. They had just watched someone die. That was enough to make
even the very talkative and energetic Joshua become lost in thought and
silent. 
===============================================================================
"Here's a picture of him." A man said, holding out a picture of a teenaged boy
about brush his teeth, staring at the camera with a raised eyebrow. His wife
held onto his arm and looked around the dimly lit area.
"Alright then, here's your money." The woman standing across from them said,
taking the picture from him and looking down at it.
"We don't have to visit him do we?" The man asked with a sneer.
"No." The woman said, a rather hard look on her face, "You are under no
obligation to visit him." 
"Good."
 
End Notes
     Fun little fact: the reason it's called the Sumzin Frentzy Freakshow
     is because when The_demon_of_mind asked me what it should be called
     when we were starting this at fuck all at night I mumbled into my
     pillow, "Something French-y sounding"
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