Hey all, this is another story of mine. I feel this one is the best I ever did.
It was a dark and cold night, especially in the mostly barren rim of the city limits. It would be expected that people would stay in this cold autumn night, where their homes were nice and toasty warm. A few, due to temporary unofficial curfew which was brought on by the victorious army marching past the city to the capital, were in the taverns drinking to celebrate the victory of their men in uniform.
Even the soldiers not posted on the base on the far end of the city limits would be expected to be at the taverns. There was some anger from their fellow solders that were posted inside the city and saw their fellow solider walking around. This intensified patrol was due to the General’s presence and abnormally large amount of ‘personal’ guards. In fact, they were the men that he lead throughout the latest war and were very protective of their young leader, in some cases acting as surrogate father for him. It had increased in the latter years, due to how their General unfortunately officially gained his title.
However, despite what the higher ups army wished for, most of the citizens were out of their homes and attending the circus that was near the military base. It was one of the travelling circus that had many standard performers with the jugglers, the tightrope walkers, the loin tamers, the strong man, the ring master, the clowns and the rest. Of course, there was those that did not get any real acknowledgement despite their necessary roles in making the circus a success.
The circus was enjoying the extra influx of people attending, especially all the military officials that were there off duty, and enjoying themselves for the first time since the war. They stood out easily as they were the only ones that celebrated with guns attached to their uniform heavy coats.
The crowd, citizens and soldiers, clapped and cheered when the jugglers juggled their juggling balls and pin, knifes and swords, dangerous and dangerouser. Some laughed when the clowns came out, and they all cheered when ‘bodily harm’ came to them. They roared with approval with the lion tamers did their lion taming, held their breath when the fire eaters ate the fire. The crowd let out sigh of relief and awe when the fire eaters blew out the fire and sent it flying in the air.
Then came the famous part of this particular circus. The tightrope-walker, or tightrope walktress as she was so often called, was very famous for doing very amazing stunts on the high rope without the aid of a net. A common act of hers was walking on her feet before she walked across the rope with her hands midway. She then usually pushed herself off the rope only to land on her feet. It always causes the crowd to gasp and lean inwards for someone odd reaction to the chance of her falling. She has never fallen since her early days of mastering it and her constant practicing of her tightrope walking.
This time, however, was different. Instead of landing smoothly on the rope, this time she shuffled a small bit as she got up, a red flag to her friends in the circus. It was due to something she saw in the audience, a certain someone that had a lot of nerve to be here. Glaring, she moved to the end of tightrope and instead of finishing her routine, she went done the ladder.
This caused a large amount of confusion in both the crowd and the stage. It caused some of the audience to get up and leave as most thought it was over now and they had duties to attend to. This led some of the circus workers to try and corral them back to their seats.
The ring master tried to talk to the Tightrope-Walktress, but she told him that something came up and she needed to go to her wagon. It was done in a tone of voice that give him had no choice, but to agree and try to keep the show moving in an inventive way. It would turn out to be a very interesting event involving a drunken elephant, a scared larger woman and a bottle of fuzzy water that would be forever know as the single most interesting event that if you missed, you really lucked out.
The more interesting story, however hard it is to top that as many would aruge, went on somewhere else. This somewhere else would start at a wagon. The Tightrope-Walktress’s wagon.
She was very angry, something that her friends and family never saw in her. She was considered usually a very happy woman, and was therefore a dangerous woman for anyone to get in her way and so they decided to get away.
Apparently one man, a solider by the looks of it, was not caring of this danger. No, it seemed that he was waiting for her and this was very likely as he was waiting inside her wagon.
Of course, she saw a glint of metal in her window as he hid himself very poorly, so she went backwards to the tent to get someone to get him out of there. As she turned around, she walked into the one person, with the his usual cheerful personality, that she did not want to see at all. He was grinning that damnable grin of his, and his right hand went to scratch his damnable beautiful blond hair in his damnable cute way with damnable beautiful blue eyes. How she hated this damnable handsome bastard!
“YOU!” The Tightrope-Walktress shouted, slapping the damnable perfect face hard as she could with her dark skin hand. “How dare you come here!” She pressed her accusing finger in his damn perfect chest that was covered by a citizen jacket. “After what yo-”
“Please, keep your voice down.” He asked, in his damn soft, caring voice that he only used for those he cared about. “I can see that someone is hiding in your wagon and is armed.” She glared at his strong, but gentle hand that covered her mouth. “I do have my gun, but I don’t want to start something tonight.”
She glared at him, and nodded to make him let go. “Why are you here?” It was a demand that any would find funny, as the General would never have a common soldier, let alone a civilian, demand a question from him.
“To see the lights, see the hubbub of the circus and all the wonders it has!” He said it in his damnable adoring sarcastic tone that made her roll her eyes at this. “I came here tonight to see you.” He grabbed her again, holding her hands in his strong hands that were covered in proper military grade gloves. “Look, I know we never had a good relationship in our youths,-” Before he could finish this sentence with “hell, we never had the chance to get a good relationship with us moving around so much,” he was interrupted by the Tightrope-Walktress.
“Never had a chance?!” She shouted, stabbing the same finger into his perfect chest. “What about when we were younger! Did that mean nothing to you!?” She shouted, clenching her hand into a fist. She did not care that striking the General could result in her death, as her anger overtook her.
