This is my new....book-like thing. The name of it is secret, so for now, we'll just call it "The breakout". Basically the plot is that a group of freaks are trying to break out of the cells. All hell breaks lose. :3
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Sunlight poured into the windows and slid through the cage, sliding past the guards like some unknown assassin. The dust particules from the old carpet on the wet floor rose to the streaks of sunlight, dancing like pixie dust. Somehow day stalked night until it gave up, dying and letting light follow the earths ups and downs. It was warm in the cell; yet it made me shiver. The wet mold growing on the other side of the carpet disgusted me, and made me shy away from it.
A girl, no, a creature, was sitting, her steely iron coloured hair covering her porcelain smooth, pale white face. She almost looked like an albino from the first sight, however, her eyes were blue. Not just any kind of blue, but the kind of pale blue you see when a flash light points out the way in a dark room. Her tears where black, creeping down her white face, caressing the sides of her jaw, until the tear grew and dropped onto her knees. A bell rang; Meal time. Suddenly, all the creatures from all the cages started howling, growling, demanding the slobs of meat they give at this low-class freak show jail.
"Alright you freaks," Called a voice from the shadows. His name is Mr. Lyde, a somewhat tall man with a a dark face and a prominet chin. His teeth were yellowish, which made me think if he was some sort of hybrid, or just a human who never took proper care of himself. His pinstripe jacket was red, like the colour of blood when it's dried up. His eyes were almost cat like; and a yellow streak went through his right eye. He cooed to the bird-woman in the cage, then shot his attention to me. "My dearest Elyse," He said, his feline eyes dropped to my level. I instantly became stiff, and backed away until the bars from the cage dug into my back. "Don't worry," whispered Mr. Lyde. He moved the bangs out of my eyes, and followed the sides of my face until he came to my chin. "Now, there's a show tonight. Eat up. Your cage masters will practice with you." His voice became sharp and harsh again. The bell rang again, which meant the end of our meal time.
My cage master was an old woman, who goes by the name of Soilae. She calls herself a voodoo queen, which, in my eyes, she is. She is able to talk to spirits, and change
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