After the night the Fox experienced, it seemed that she heard the Elephant Man moving and breathing. It was impossible to fall asleep or doze off soundly in this state. As a result - the usual half-asleep state with a familiar hostility to the outside world. The body has not yet begun to get used to good conditions, and adapted to stress instantly. Around the enemy. It is necessary to survive.Jumping up on the sofa, the Fox found that the Man was missing again, but indifferently ran behind the screen to wash. A mirror was found in the bag at the very bottom, and it became easier to put yourself in order. Black dress, like on the first evening. Hair collected. There was still plenty of time before breakfast. Thinking about the Man with whom she would have to go arm in arm to the tent, she shuddered. The thought that he would touch her again made her twitch. Even the voices that began to grow remorselessly in my head were not a worthy reason to touch the pale-faced Demon hidden among t
“ Her eyes are like those of Annette ” - out of place it occurred to the Man’s head, which only added to his anger. Another green-eyed witch looks at him in horror. If she tries to cry like a child and run away, she will end up...- Time! trembling lips whispered.- What? He moved even closer.They were separated by a few centimeters, the cilia in the eyes trembled from the Man's breath.“You said that in time I’ll get used to it… or that time will decide everything,” said the Fox timidly. “I beg you to give me this time!”“ Fair. Damn right! ' he admitted involuntarily.- How much time do you need? He pulled back to look into her eyes. The frightening silver left his sight.- I do not know. But I need to digest it all!"Devil. With you, one day feels like all seven! You won't have to wait long!" Evil thoughts stabbed him."Good," he nodded, suddenly stepping back a few steps. The fox looked at the space between them with round eyes in surprise. Freedom from his hands seemed like some
The nauseating horror did not leave, even when the grip of the Man disappeared, and he himself seemed to have left. The body, leaning back against the screen without the ability to move, trembled. There was a string of images before his eyes, joined by the scene from his own memory when he grabbed her and dragged her to the weirdo.— Alice! quiet voice, almost a whisper. It even sounds human . Unusual. - Please look at me. Take it! And give me your left hand.Like a hunted animal, she nervously turned her head in his direction and looked at what the Man offered her in exchange for a hand. Mask. Not just another one of his creations, but a one-of-a-kind Mask of the Masked Man. Giving him his magic, turning him into a pale-faced Demon. Perhaps the most valuable of his treasures. More than worthy exchange.The fox lifted her head with an effort. Emerald eyes met barite eyes. It didn't feel like a trick. A new sophisticated game has not been announced. Everything seemed to be fair this ti
The director was silent. The continuation of the story caused conflicting feelings in him. Especially disgusting was the realization of his own bias. Own mistake.- The arsonist met me on his way ... I judged him without pity, almost without peering. The mask didn't fit. The weirdo constantly remembered himself, and tried to remove it. The thoughts in his head were mixed, his behavior was chaotic, and in the end he managed to cut off the mask. Along with my own face. Everyone felt the pain of his actions. He suffered after that for almost a day before he died. And later his relatives began to look for him. The true culprit of the arson was found. As it turned out, the Irishman was a good, but very suggestible person who was just very unlucky. Had I not met him on the way, his story would have ended much better.Lost in reminiscences, he summed up disappointingly:It was a senseless death! Nobody got anything from her. There is just one less good person in the world!"Human. Can. Regre
Choking with tears, Fox sat down directly on the grass. Hugging her knees, she gave vent to the tears that were waiting in the wings. When she is alone. When Charlie does not support her with warm hugs or a kind word. The darkest hour has come. Even They are not needed to make it painful."I could not! Didn't stop! I was there, but he still died alone! They took him away and I was there. I could have stopped everything. To correct. But she didn't!" — shuddered all thin body from tears of contempt for itself.Alice, what are you doing here? The Man's voice sounded like something otherworldly.“Let him go! I must say that I just breathe air!“I…” her voice trembled after a flood of tears, betraying her with her head. - Nothing! Don't worry."Devil! I must say that I just need to get some fresh air and send home!The director was in no hurry to return to the tent. On the contrary, he sat down on the grass next to Alice, almost touching her. The girl's shoulders tensed. The girl was in no
The last phrase was said almost angrily, causing the Fox to flinch involuntarily. The Headmaster's honesty was unaccustomed, cruel, but could not help but evoke a sense of belonging. Perhaps the reason for this was the shared memories between them.- One look. One full dive. And all the forgotten wounds began to bleed with renewed vigor. It was as if the Mask had not even existed for two hundred years! My personal nightmare is back! And neither the pale-faced Demon, nor the Mask, nor the new weirdo can make old wounds heal! There are very similar ulcers inside you and me, Alice! he finished, cradling the Fox's face in the cradle of his palms.The girl didn't look away. Sad eyes gazed at him. And in my mind there is only one question:Does my presence hurt?“ A still alive girl wanders around the dead Circus with the Dead at the head. The more life you have, the more I feel its absence in me. It's painful, but if you leave it will hurt a lot more! »“I can imagine what it cost you,” Li
The morning after the night of the discovery of the nursery rhyme, Alexa Lis met with a bouquet of conflicting feelings. Embarrassment and awkwardness became dominant among them. After the moment of mutual exposure of the most painful wounds to each other, the girl was shy to look in the direction of the Man. Waking up, contrary to tradition, not in an empty tent, she darted behind the screen on unbending legs and tried to wash her burning face with embarrassment.What seemed absolutely natural and correct in the arms of the night, in the pitiless light of the day looked like insanity. In the morning, the Man, in whose arms she shed the most bitter tears, again turned into the Great and Terrible Master of the Circus, and she into his subordinate.“Damn, why am I so worried, like we… But in all honesty, if we just slept together, I would worry a lot less. Attraction, nothing more!” - from her chaotic thoughts, the Man involuntarily smiled, admitting, however, that everything that happe
“The winner cannot demand revenge!” he retorted. “Dear Alice, it’s a sin for you to complain. Victory gives you freedom and the books you so desire. Fair play will force you into unpleasant training. Just swallow this lie and claim your prize.“My honor is not sold so cheaply!” the girl said indignantly."If you're selling your soul, never let the buyer cut the price!"So it's just a matter of price? - the eyes of a predator, sparkling like arctic ice, looked at the girl searchingly.“I demand fair play from you, Human!” The fox didn't flinch. Opposite the Director sat an angry Fury with flared nostrils and lightning flashing from her eyes. “Even if it means my every defeat.- May it be so! He bowed his head meekly.“ Won't you regret your defeats in the future, dear Alice? »Ten minutes of silence. The Black Kingdom suffered critical losses. Alice was already anxiously peering into the emerging party. Perhaps the Man was not an absolute master of chess, but many times he surpassed ev