Freak!

Monster!

Go to hell!

Go back where you belong spawn!

Demonic!

All these voices taunted and screams in the young teen's scattered mind, laughter echoes in his flashbacks from an earlier performance he and his little sister did.

The 17 year old cat holds the younger kitten to keep her warm, they were both in a discomfort cage with no blankets to keep them warm from the unforgiving cold air.

Rika shivers, she snuggles deeper in his arms and she buries her face into his chest. Young BloodGood lets out a shaky sigh as he too shivers, he held his young sister closer and he wraps his slightly torn shirt around her like a blanket. Rika soon stops shivering and looks up at her brother with her beautiful fire blaze eyes, "A-ani-son... You need to be warm too.."

Her voice was a small whisper, he heard her clearly. He smiles softly and held her closer. "It's alright, rika.. I'll be okay.." he says in a soft whisper. Rika snuggles into his arms more and nuzzles him gently

BloodGood knew that tomorrow, he will have to perform voodoo and other abnormal activities to the judging cruel folks, and he knew that rika must be safe with the other freaks.. He will have to wake up an early morning to take rika to the others..

BloodGood pants heavily as the burning, yet satisfying feeling was all he felt on his once delicate back, new bloody scars was shown as the smell of sweat and blood surrounds the ringmaster and the young teen cat.

The ringmaster smirks and looks at the sneering crowd as most of them laughed, "this here freak loves the pain that conflicts him.. The mirror monster is in fact the son of the legendary bloody Mary~"

Everyone laughed, BloodGood growls to himself, not in pain, but in pure seething hatred that filled his scarred chest. He couldn't feel no pain. And he knew who his mother was, though he never called for her help, he didn't want to. Especially knowing what she is capable of.

The ringmaster then grabs BloodGood's beautiful blonde hair and yanks his head up as the teen cat yelps, "go ahead! Throw any hard, sharp objects at him! He will not react in pain!"

The evil crowd glady threw anything at the teen cat, BloodGood only grunts softly, he breathed softly, as if he was meditating as he can feel the knife plunged into his stomach when one of the people threw it at him.

They laughed

And they laughed

And they laughed...

Soft sobbing was heard from the cage, the teen cries softly in his tattered pillow. More marks were on his back, and the ringmaster carved 'Monster' on his back with a pocket knife. He sniffles as he hugs himself, wincing every now and then.

Any more torture, any more nightmares, any more horror that lies ahead of him he will snap. It was bad enough that what happened back in his homeland, what he done to make people dispise him more. But living in a freakshow, being more tortured by judging assholes was making him go insane.

He was starting to crack.