((This is kind of a yaoi pairing ish thing. It focuses mainly on Larten and Evra's getting used to each other, and his growing up with the Cirque Du Freak.))
Chapter 1: Welcome to the Cirque
It was a dark cold night, the display case didn't do much to keep the cold out. The boys eyes glided from one person to the next as people stood on the other side of the glass and "awed" and "Ooo'd" at him, making sure to exclaim loudly just how hideous he is. The boy slid off of the large ambient rock he spent his time on and slipped into the water, taking a drink. He grimaced as people took pictures, the flashes of light blinding him.
A large man stepped up to the glass and turned, explaining what it was people were looking at.
"And here we have the snake boy." He beamed proudly. "A creature so hideous, so dangerous it has to be kept behind glass. Like a snake, it's intelligence level is low, but with the genes of a primate succumbs to it's primal desires, even at a young age." Everyone awed again. The boy clenched his teeth, his stomach growling, but it was muffled by the sound of the glass. Climbing back up on his rock he laid down, curling up, hugging his knees to his chest. He was miserable, absolutely miserable.
People came and went, taking pictures, calling him hideous and a monster. When it finally came to close the lights in the main hall turned off. The door to his cage opened and in came the large man. He was fat and ugly himself. The boy sat up and looked over at him, confused. The man had a grin on his face, a horrid, twisted grin. "You're hungry, aren't you?" He questioned. The boy nodded slowly. "Well then, how about you have a nice meal tonight, huh?" He smiled. "How about a nice steak." The boy smiled, his eyes glistening. It was rare he ate anything besides mice and scraps of whatever else was thrown in there. "However," the man added, the boys smile disappearing. He knew there was a catch, there always was when he was offered something good. Climbing up onto the rock, the man kneeled over the snake boy, forcing his knees to his chest.
The boy squeaked, falling back, his boney knees pushed up into his face. Adjusting the man undid his pants and pulled them down. The boy was already naked so there was no stripping that needed to be done. "I have to keep my title of Freak fucker." He cackled. The boy whimpered and squirmed, his heart racing. He didn't want to do this again, not again. "Don't move! Do you want that meal or not!" He snarled, hitting the boy. He cried out, whimpering, tears quickly coming to his eyes. He cried. Suddenly pressure filled him, pulling a scream from his lungs.
Not giving the boy a chance to adjust, the man started to thrust into him, pounding the boy hard. The violent thrusts barely gave the boy an opportunity to breath which made his head swirl. He danced on the edge of unconsciousness, knowing that if he passed out again he wouldn't get that food, and he would be damned if it happened again.
Thrusting harder, the man moaned, his foul breath smelled of onions and cigarettes, blowing the boys ratty knee length hair out of his face. He choked on his screams, crying until a wave of hot chunky goo filled his bottom. He cried out, fighting against the need to gag. Pulling back the man let go of a little on his stomach, it coming out almost like curdled milk. The snake boy closed his eyes, the smell of it foul. "Good boy, you didn't fight this time." He smiled, pulling back. Pulling his pants up he turned to leave, heading for the door.
"D-do I still get din din?" The boy asked, his voice babyish. The man turned and smiled, nodding.
"Of course." Grabbing a plate he brought it in, and sure enough was a steak with some vegetables. The boy smiled happily beaming proudly. Grabbing the meat he bit into it, but a loud alarming snap stopped him. Pain rupture up through the front of his face to his head. He slowly pulled away, and there in the meat were five teeth. He gasped and dropped the meat back on the plate, clasping his hands over his mouth. He cried as the pain became over bearing. The man laughed, crossing his arms. "I see you're teeth are rotted, you poor bastard, I guess you can't eat anyway can you?" He cackled and turned, leaving, slamming the door behind him.
The boy cried, staring at the perfectly good meat. He was so close, so close to eating a decent meal. Sniffling he pulled the teeth out and shakily put them on the rock off to the side. He tried again, more teeth breaking off. He tried his best to ignore it, chewing on the meat with his -now- gums.
He cried as shards of his rotted teeth slashed his gums open, making them bleed, but he was determined to get that meat down. He managed to get a quarter of the way through it before it was just too much to bear and stopped, crying hysterically.
"Don't hurt yourself." A voice echoed. The boy stopped and looked up. Outside in the dark was a tall, mysterious looking man. He was wearing a black suit and a tall top hat. He was huge with big shadowed, black eyes and black teeth. "You're starving, aren't you?" He questioned. The boy frowned, spitting blood out into the water.
"You're not 'posed t'be here misther." The boy said. "You'll get in trouble with Misther Masther man." Her warned, but the tall intruder just smiled.
"How would you like to come live with me?" The boy looked at him confused, wondering if he even heard what he said. "I promise, you'll be able to eat what you want, you won't have to live in a cage, and all I ask for in return is for you to help out in chores…when you become of age, of course."
"Choresth?" The boy questioned, wiping his eyes. "I don't know misther, I don't know what kindsa chores you want." He pouted a bit.
"Oh nothing serious, maybe doing some dishes every once in a while, cooking for the rest of us on a different day, or just loafing around. We travel the world, so you won't get bored. What do you say?" He smiled. A voice interrupted him. The circus owner ran forward, barking at him, cussing foul language, but the man didn't move. Snapping his arm out once in arms distance he smashed the short fat man in the face, blood spraying in the darkness. The man fell to the floor, squirming for a second before laying still. "What do you say?" The man asked again.
The boy opened his mouth but before he could say anything the man added. "You don't have a choice. If you don't want to die, you'll come with me." The glass cracked, then shattered into shards and fell around like powder. Carefully the man stepped inside and held his hand out to the boy. Hesitating, the boy looked at the circus owner, then grabbed the mans hand.
Sweeping the boy up into his arms the man crawled out once again, heading for the exit, the glass shattering on all of the other exhibits and the locks breaking, allowing for the other circus members to go free. Once outside, the boy winced, looking at the moon. The wind blew gently, pushing his long, matted hair around. He smiled, taking a deep breath of the air, enjoying the coolness over the smell of the hot, urine smelling cage. Looking at the man he tilted his head a bit.
"Who are you Misther?" He questioned, playing with his hair a bit. He was thin, starved, very malnourished and naked. Smiling the man looked down at him.
"My name is Mr. Tall. I'm the leader of the Cirque du Freak, the circus of freaks that is more of a home for people like us, rather than a show of exploitation. And you are, my adorable friend?" He questioned. The boy frowned and shrugged his shoulders.
"I don't know Misther Tall, I don't have a name." He replied. "But I'm thisth man years old." He held up his hand, holding up five fingers. Mr. Tall grimaced, the sexual intercourse between that man and the boy making him sick. Hugging him to his chest, carrying the boy gently, he started walking.
"How about Evra, Evra Von. That will be your new name from now on." He replied. The boy looked at him confused, tilting his head to the side.
"Evra Von what?" Mr. Tall smiled and shook his head.
"Just Von." Smiling, the boy nodded.
"I like it, Evra Von." Resting his head against the tall mans shoulder, he fought to keep his eyes open, afraid that if he were to fall asleep, he'd wake up and all of that would have been a dream.
"Sleep, you deserve it, and I promise, I'll still be here when you wake up." He lightly rubbed his back as he walked. Evra fought for a little while longer before sleep took him. For the first time in a long time, it wasn't plagued with nightmares.