The Night Circus

Sophia came to with a snorting gasp, she could feel the thin trickling stream of blood coming from her nose. Emma was looking at her, the concern on her features being tamped down rapidly.

"You okay Soph? You collapsed for a second there, why's your nose bleeding?"

Sophia placed a couple of fingers to her nose, before blowing out the blood and snot onto the floor. She had blacked out, and she knew why. Someone had triggered, and there was only one person that fit the bill to trigger right now, and she'd be dammed if that weak willed girl got to be a hero.

She ran out into the hallway, and then towards where Hebert would be, already withdrawing her phone, if Hebert was going to have a sort of violent outbursts, shed retreat after texting the PRT, slant the situation so that Hebert would be seen as the villain, but is she was to do that, that meant she would have to ensure the scene was clean.

She slid smoothly around the corner, and there in front of her was Heberts locker.

She couldn't help but blink, rather than even a ripped open locker, or a still closed one. Heberts locker had been left hanging open, completely empty, save for bloodstains, and a single black card, with red and white lettering upon it.

The Holder of this card, and two of their friends, are entitled to an all areas experience, backstage pass to all of the Night Carnival

Sophia picked up the card as she heard sirens incoming.

Chapter 1

That day, across Brockton Bay, on door fronts, in mailboxes, on light poles, and on scattered leaflets thrown to the four winds, an invitation was sent.

Starting tonight, and for one week only, we humbly invite the citizens of Brockton Bay to the Night Carnival, every night for seven nights, from sundown till sun up. There is an attraction for everyone, and everyone has something to gain.

And true to the message. That night, on the outskirts of town, seemingly out of nowhere arose a circus of black and red stripes. Faint streams of organ music rising up into the night sky as though in welcome, lights beginning to flick on as fires were lit in preparation for the nights… festivities.

Not to mention, in preparation for welcoming the most welcomed of guests. The very important ones.

The performers readied themselves, the attractions spooled themselves up, the vendors dusted off their wares. While the ringmaster ran through their final presentation.

This performance, this week of nights, this week of endings would be one to remember. Every visitor would have their special attraction. Each visitor would have something to gain, and everything to lose.

So sayeth the Owner, so sayeth the Ring Master, so sayeth Queen Administrator.