Story for Their Town: A Town of Circus Freaks

Chapter 11: Moved We Did

Michelle’s people came a running, guns to the sides, fists in the air, and stubborn confusion in their eyes. A few of them ran passed a herd of gazing donkeys outside of their stable, and some of the running men tripped and fell. Mary popped her head up to see how much of the little damaged she had tried to cause. She let out a loud yell which made the donkeys afraid and they ran up towards the rest of the running men. Some got ran over while others jumped and crashed to the sides. Mary then whistled and the donkeys came back to gazed as if nothing happened. The game had a started, and others were about to make their play.

Speaking of play- steel woven cards came flying from open windows aiming for the running men. The cards were thin and cut a few cheeks, eyes, and even sliced through necks. These cards were made of copper and have been in production years prior due to a hobby by one of the town folk. Can’t remember which one but I guessed he must have lived her.

The battle was grand for this here small town, where the running men were greeted by the hiding folk that jumped out from the sides and managed to get some of them off their feet. There were houses turned into vomiting monsters, animals with weapons attached, people with fists and knives swinging, and the dust built up distracting everyone’s view, even my own.

Michelle stood facing Nick, his back to the action, hearing the screams, the mumbles, the slashes, thinking it was all his idea, thinking he was winning. Nick saw what went on, but his face gave no sign. Well, he pretended to be worried, but that was merely a ploy, to add to Michelle’s ego only done to see the result of what were to come.

The fighting went on and the folk managed to grab the knives and sword play was a foot. A lucky, unaimed swing took the head of that good-looking guy clean off (much to the horror or the welder) and it spun in the air land with a wet “doof’ on the sand and rolling towards Michelle. It was stopped by the back of his leg forcing him to see what a foot at his foot was. Michelle looked down and saw the soulless eyes staring up. He looked up and saw only town folk as his men took the wise, accidental hit and ran away, one managed to push a town folk over but that was more of a “as least let me get something in” effect than an attack. Michelle went pale, Nick smiled broadly almost giggling. Michelle had lost.

His eyes blinked trying to remember what all this was for. Land, it was always land. Anyway, he was frozen, constructing a final chance at some kind of win. Any. Regardless of how small. His lips tighten in an effect to draw out words that his mind was searching for. Nick stepped closer to him, but Michelle noticed nothing. You know when you stare but not look? Like… you are day-dreaming but only because it is daytime because nothing is a dream? Well that is what Michelle was in since he only reacted after Nick awkwardly poked him on the shoulder with an out-stretched finger, after a few clearing of his throat attempts. The fight was anti-climatic but his internal emotions were heightened

Michelle looked at him. His eyes were that of a wondering soul wishing he knew what to do next. How to do it. Nick saw this and took pity. His man tried to take the land, which was not good, but… maybe, just maybe he had ideas, good ones to help the land. Help the people instead of chasing them out because who knows the land better than the people who live on it?