A Laughing Matter

A Laughing Matter

The Darkest Carnival had something to celebrate and that brought a bit of light to the Darkest Carnival holed up in a dark corner of the world where they can’t be touched.

Angel looked especially bright on this day after what she accomplished. She told Lachlan to watch over his family closely....

He didn’t listen. Instead he got to watch as she ordered the freaks to wrap his little brother’s arm up in a steel chair and with a leap of faith...Malachi O’Connell finds himself out.

That’s 2.

Despite that she had not been victorious in the ring, she was praised by her master, Reverend Synister. The war begun to bleed across the map....

And one other little...well...not so little thing.

She found herself skipping into the room which lead to the entrance to his room. She reached for the door before she heard her master speak up, “And where are you off to, little lamb?”

As if almost caught with her hand in the cookie jar, she turned sweetly to his figure standing in the shadows. A evil little smile spread across her lips and she brings her finger up to her lips and flirtatiously hooks it. Batting her green eyes, she sweetly says, “I was gonna go visit our friend. He looked a little lonely, and figured he could use a friendly face.”

Silence for a moment fills the thick air before he lets go of a sinister snort, “Take some food with you, maybe he will eat it if you offer it to him.”

Angel nods before being handed a tray by one of the freaks while another one opens the door, the creaking of the door, echoes through the hall. Angel pushes her chin up, swaying her hair and without another breath steps into dark room. The click of her heels gives away where she is to the rather large figure that is sitting in the corner of the room.

A growl comes from that corner for a moment, until the one stream of light that is in the room reveals her form to the other one. The growl stops as soon as she’s seen.

“I hope I didn’t wake you.” Angel says almost a little too sweetly for her, but the form is so much bigger than she is, “He asked me to bring you this, to see if you would eat. You need to keep your strength after all.”

No answer comes from the dark corner which she accepts as a positive and continues to walk in and places the tray over on the far side on a table, “I do hope that you are comfortable,” she says pulling things off the tray and placing them like she’s setting the table for a meal.

“The first night I spent with the master and the Carnival, I didn’t even get a bed. I slept on the ground with a burlap sack as a blanket. Woke up the next morning completely covered in sand flea bites. It was glorious.” she says with a broad smirk. “It take too long though to gain his trust, and I got to meet that beautiful idiot, Milo. There are times I do miss him and he’ll be back with me soon enough.”

She glances over when she thinks she hears an almost snicker but it quickly is silent.

“You wanna hear a story?”

Meeting him was a bit tricky, we had to make it look like it was completely by chance. Thankfully he knew absolutely nothing about cars and that made my chance that much easier. But getting him to give into me....that was pure skill.

I had to get to him to get to the rest like it was requested of me. That sister in law of Lachlan’s though...she had her antenna up. I had to play it very carefully. Before the whole incident in Las Vegas I needed to learn what I could from him...

“Hey Milo?”

“Yeah love?”

“What would you say if I wanted to learn this stuff you do in the ring?”

HE LAUGHED AT ME!

“IT’S NOT FUNNY! I wanna learn!”

“Ness, it’s not that I don’t think you can...it’s just, why? You have yourself a career with fixing cars. Putting yourself through this would be...I’d hate to see you get hurt like that.”

“I’m a lot tougher than I look. Come on!” she rolls into the ring and stands in a fighting position, “Teach me! Or are you afraid that you’re gonna get beaten up by a girl!”

Miles scoffs at her, and hops up in the ring, “It’s so much more than just a fight, love. You have to feel and know where your opponent is gonna go next.”

“How?”

“By following it here...” he points to her chest, as if pointing to her heart, “And not so much from your head.”

She grabs his hand, “And what does your heart tell you?” she says stepping closer and dragging his knuckles between her chest.

He pulls away, “That if you really are serious about this, you wouldn’t try and seduce me.”

She shrugs, “Isn’t the saying 'Go with your strengths.’?”

“Something like that but you can’t seduce them all and I tend to feel a little jealous. Could you imagine if I did that to every woman I wrestled?”

“I’d wanna break their necks.”

“Exactly. It’s no laughing matter....but still, you are serious...I’ll help.”

That beautiful fool had no idea what he was getting himself into. I got so close to having him completely but then....

I was pulled away.

“Master, meant well....he knew I was getting too close to him.” she swipes at her eyes for a moment before stand straight, “Eat, please. We want you to be strong. The battles we are about to face could very well change the course of all of our lives.”

She turns around and goes to leave the room as we see a large hand reach from the darkness. She looks behind her and smiles, “I’ll come visit again soon.”

And with that we hear her heels click as she makes her way down the hall, the door opens and shuts as Syn awaits her return. He steps up and towers over her small frame, and engulfs her presence. “He’s eating.”

“Very good.” he says stroking her face, “You really are quite the treasure. Now....as for this Comedian.”

Leaning into his touch, “More like the court jester that gets beheaded.”

“That’s exactly the mindset you need to have.”

“I will try my best.”

He wraps his hand around his throat and shoves her against the wall, “THAT’S NOT GOOD ENOUGH! You need to be your best, my dear. We are on the brink of the biggest war that has ever BEEN and you are still not taking this seriously.”

“I- ...I am. They all underestimate me.” he loosens his grip and she laughs just enough to make him tighten it again.

“It’s no laughing matter, my dear.” Syn snarls, “I need you to make a joke out of him to make a statement to that whole crew. Embarrass him.”

“That fat fuck will never know what really hit him...” she reaches up and gently pulls his hand from her neck to her face and licks it before leaning into it, “Master.”