Disclaimer: Suuuuuuure I own Inu-Yasha. Riiiiiiiiight. ::dry laugh::
Author's Note: Here I go with a new story! While in the middle of Seeing is
Deceiving, no less! -^_^-
I'll try to update both soon, but I suppose I'll gage it on which story
people seem to like better.
Though I'll never give up on SiD!
Um. . .
Well, okay! ^_^
Here we go!
What makes a freak?
Is it liking something that's not cool?
Is it acting like a moron?
Or is it something more. . .?
Long ago people presented "freaks" to others in the form of festivals,
carnivals, and fairs; putting on display those who didn't look like them.
Is that what made them a freak?
Or is there still something more, deep inside your heart. . .? Your mind. .
.? Your soul. . .?
Everyone has a little freak within.
You just have to try and quell that horror.
But. . .
What if you can't. . . ?
~Chapter One: Let the Nightmare Begin~
Kagome Higarashi lay curled like a cat in the corner of her room, early
morning sunshine weakly pouring through her large glass window. Her cat,
Buyo, crawled onto her lap and began purring loudly as the ebony haired
girl subconsciously started stroking him.
"This is so fascinating," she smiled as she turned a page in the black-
leather covered volume, the words 'Dark Magic of the Ages' embossed in gold
on the front and an unnoticed leaf of paper sticking out of the back cover.
"Did you know, Buyo, that Freak Shows were really quite popular way back
when? They put giants and midgets and "witches" and all these other people
in there and let others watch them- like a human zoo!"
She shook her head with a small laugh, shifting her legs and causing her
cat to scamper away. "Sounds so stupid to me. Though I guess it would be
Shrugging and tossing her book into her backpack, the girl shouldered the
bag and bounded down the stairs. 'I wonder if any of those shows still
exist,' she thought as she called good-bye to her mother, grandfather, and
Oh, did they. . .
Kagome sighed as she walked though the halls of her school, looking sadly
after a group of chattering girls- who just happened to be sneering in her
'What's with everyone today?' the girl thought, confused and depressed.
'All these people shunning me when they were my pals yesterday. . .'
With another sigh she dragged her feet towards her next class. 'Maybe
they're all just fair weather friends. . .'
Finding the correct classroom and desk, Kagome flopped into her seat and
took out 'Dark Magic of the Ages,' waiting for the bell to ring.
As she began flipping through the book, trying to find the page she had
left off, a small sheet of paper flitted out from between the back pages,
landing in front of the girl.
Confused and curious, the ebony haired teen tentatively picked up the
paper. It looked blan-
"Ow!" she gasped as the paper slit her finger.
Hissing slightly in shock and pain, the girl didn't notice a drop of her
blood fall off her finger.
As she stuck her finger in her mouth to try and stop the bleeding, the
blood landed on top of the parchment with the soft sound of a raindrop
falling into a lake.
When her finger finally stopped bleeding, Kagome looked down in shock to
find curly, dark-maroon letters shining on the piece of paper, it's glory
dim in the florescent light.
~Come and see the scariest show of all time! Visit the hideous dog-man, the
girl that can speak to the dead, the boy with a tail, the monk with all
hell in his hand, and the original 'Spider Man'. Find us at the
intersection of Cherry Lane and Waldword Path near the train station. Come-
If you dare. . .~
Kagome held back the smallest of laughs.
It sounded like a freak show!
A really corny freak show!
How utterly stupid. . .
And yet. . .
How utterly interesting. . .
"Is that a note you're reading, Miss Higarashi?!" the teacher barked,
glaring icily down at the ebony haired girl.
Kagome jumped slightly, shook her head no, and stuffed the paper into her
After what seemed an eternity, school was finally over. Kagome watched
dully, sitting on one of the stone blocks outside of her school, as many
chattering kids bustled towards the buses, talking happily of their weekend
As the last student piled into the bus and the large yellow autos drove off-
leaving the ebony haired girl in a cloud of exhaust- Kagome took off her
bag and opened it, rifling around for the flyer.
She found it-
But it was blank.
Confused, the teen looked at the paper from all angles, trying to find the
writing that had surly been there before.
But it definitely wasn't there. . .
'Then did that place really exist? That freak show. . .?' she thought, her
brow furrowed in confusion.
'Well. . .
Only one way to find out.
The intersection of Cherry Lane and Waldword Path, wasn't it?'
It was very odd, indeed.
Though the sun was shining brightly above her and gleaming off the clean,
old-fashioned roads of Cherry Lane; it's little shops all bursting with
customers and the cherry blossoms that lined the streets all sparkling- the
intersection between the two roads and the entrance of the train station
seemed dark and foreboding.
There was just as much sunlight here as there was on Cherry Lane. . .
Why did this one little spot seem so forbidden?
'Weird. . .' Kagome shrugged, trying to find the right shop for the show.
Near the train station. . .
Hell, it wasn't NEAR the train station-
It was IN the train station.
Kagome's eyebrows arched in confusion as she found a small sign tacked onto
a light-post right outside platform one.
~This way to the show, my lady. . .~
A rush of cold flew through the girl's veins as she saw this. How did the
*sign* know she was a girl . . . ?
'They must just be judging that I'm a girl from the customer's they've had
in the past. . .' she reasoned with herself before taking a few steps in
the direction the poster indicated.
Her footsteps echoing eerily, Kagome slowly made her way to the front car
of the first train.
"Hello. . .?" she called softly. "Am I at the right plac-"
"Why yes, you are," a smooth voice interrupted from behind her.
With a gasp, the girl spun around and found herself staring into the dark
eyes of a stranger.
His hair was long and black as a panther's, and his eyes like twin black-
holes. His skin was icy white, and his smile honey-coated.
"Right this way," he smiled- but it was more like a smirk- as he fell into
a polite bow. "Follow if you dare to see the freaks of the age. . ."
Kagome nodded and took a step forward, but found herself walking into the
outstretched arm of the strange man.
"But first," he murmured. "I'd like to see the book."
"'Dark Magic of the Ages', my dear. The book that led you here."
A feeling of fear clenched her heart.
How had he known- ?
Oh, who cared?
It was just a silly old book, anyway.
He had probably just seen it sticking out of her backpack.
All though her backpack WAS zipped shut. . .
Taking the book out of her bag, Kagome handed the dark volume to the man,
who after giving it a once over, tucked it under his arm and 'smiled'
"Follow me, my dear."
Stepping gingerly after the stranger- who she wished would stop calling her
'dear'-, she climbed onto the platform and waited while the man unlocked
the door of the old train.
Speaking of the train, it stuck out like a sore thumb. All the others were
sleek, shiny, silver and new, while this one looked as if it should be
lugging coal- not carrying passengers. Or hosting a freak show. It's cabins
were made of rotting old wood, the only windows' were the knotholes in the
walls. It creaked and groaned with age, making Kagome worry a bit about her
and the "freaks" safety.
"In you go, my dear," the man said smoothly, holding open the door for the
girl and smiling as she stepped inside. "I do hope you like it. . ."
He smirked as she disappeared into the darkness of the train, closing the
door behind her and locking it. "Because you're going to be here for a very
long time. . ."
There you go!
Not really much horror yet, I suppose. Though I guess it's kinda
questionable if any of the chapters will be, 'cause I'm not that great at
gore and horror. But I'm gonna try! ^_^
I hope you all liked it.