This is my newest Fanfic. It will be the second installment of the Freaks vs Roots.
Urban Rivals Fanfic: Revenge Of The Freaks!
Part 1: After The Fire...
It was an hour until daybreak that the fire had finally died down. The Rescue Squad had left after extinguishing the flames and surveying for any surviving members of the Freaks Circus. But, it was unlikely. Those that were not fast enough to get out were most likely to have perished in the fire. Maamoon was such a person. Despite their best efforts the Rescue Squad were unable to resuscitate the pale, blue haired young woman.
The rest of the Freaks came back and hung around, feeling at a loss of what to do.
“I say we go get those ruddy Roots Activists Group right NOW!” barked out Titus with fury, snapping one of his gnawing bones in half with his hands.
Soushee the panda was nervously holding his turbaned hat, feeling a mixture of sadness over Maamoon’s death and fear of Titus’s temper.
Vassili did not say anything nor did he look any emotion since he wore a mask. He merely folded his arms but behind the mask he felt Titus had the right idea, he was itching to start throwing knives at targets again…targets that would bleed.
The rest of the Freaks were a short distance away, nearby their travelling trailers or within them, not able to take the misery of what occurred.
(to be continued...)
It is back baby! YAY!
David Ironfield had felt put out. The spell he had hoped to find was not within the book. Aside it being in the Index page, it appeared not to have existed because of a few simple words on the page the spell was meant to be upon.
Whoever may find this passage, I have erased this spell from existence. It is too much a burden to the world.
-Caelus, Deputy Headmaster of Skeelz School.
With an utterance of frustration, David Ironfield slammed the book shut and placed it rather forcibly back into his trunk and closed it was another annoyed utterance just before the trailer door opened.
Hastily pushing back the trunk under his make-up desk David turned to face the occupant who entered.
Zoltan had returned from his walk and entered the trailer he shared with Ironside. He dreaded returning but sooner or later he had to. His trailer “buddy” was acting oddly as soon as Zoltan opened the door. Ironfield’s face and manner seemed rather perplexed, a few feathers had left Ironfield’s cloak in a fluster as he had turned to face Zoltan.
“What are you doing?” asked Zoltan with a suspicious tone in his voice but in a casual enough manner.
In fact, Zoltan didn’t give a hoot what Ironfield was doing, he did not want to allude the fact that what Ironfield was doing intrigued him. But he knew Ironfield well enough that the mere question would irritate Ironfield so he The Great Zoltan, asked it anyway.
(to be continued...)
“Nothing,” was the nonchalant reply from David Ironfield.
For a brief instant both “trailer pals” met each other’s gaze. Ironfield was with his nervous and bluffing glance and Zoltan with his searching and suspicious one.
“Whatever,” uttered Zoltan without much interest, having had enough staring at the face of his adversary.
Zoltan had looked away but heard Ironfield sigh after he did.
‘Let the fool keep his secrets,’ Zoltan thought bitterly as he moved to his side of the trailer van.
“I am the greatest!” announced Bogdan to his mirrored reflection. Massaging his small black moustache with pride, Bogdan seemed impervious to the tragedy of the Freaks circus tent being burnt to the ground merely a few hours ago. His self-deluded grandeur seemed to cloud his judgement but the human cannonball of dubious heritage was not perturbed because he was safe within his trailer van. His trailer partner Oden had wandered off but Bogdan did not care what Oden did. As a man of great self-indulgence and little care for anything else, Bogdan was more concerned about his public image then what the other members of the Freaks Circus did. After having been assigned to the Freaks Circus by Boris, Bogdan seemed out of place with his mysterious past but Boris merely introduced him as “the foreign cannonball” without really caring what Bogdan’s nationality was.
(to be continued...)