CARNAGE CARNIVAL
By: Jessicafights1987
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Disclaimer:This story is loosely based on an old California Wildcats video. Watch it here:
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INTRO
When one thinks of a traveling carnival two things come to mind, fun for the whole family or, the "root of all evil" the stuff little children see in thier nightmares or, an escape from a life that they deemed, unfair. Or at least, in the movies anyway.
But, one might not have expected a real traveling carnival to be both... Nor, would one expect it to me so, careless, then again, money is a strange thing, and it does strange things to us...
Or, maybe her mind was simply that twisted...
Jezabell was one who actually fit in the latter category, in more ways than one... The first being, she was born empoverished.... It made life hard, and her parents even harsher... But she didn't run away to join a carnival, oh no, the 16 year old ran away to BECOME the carnival... To create her own.
For a while it was the best thing in the world and she believed, the best thing she ever could have done. But, with all things one would suppose, it turned sour...
After about 12 years of really successful business, resources just ran dry... Which may lead one to turn to some... Desperate measures... For Jezabell it was that... And then some...
The morning due felt strange on the 20 something year old woman's skin. The due created a preparation type shine to her Sandlewood like skin... She breathed in, and exhaled letting a misty-like spiral exit her mouth as she exhaled. Never, never ever in her wildest dreams did she believe her aspirations would lead her somewhere deep in a jungle somewhere in the Brazilian range.
But there she was, part of an expedition of 3, herself, her partner Jenny and thier guide, a tribal woman from one of the more populated area...
So, what was wrong with this picture, other than the bugs eating the woman alive, maybe nothing, but, their guide definitely seemed on edge... "mal!, mal! mal!!!!" The woman suddenly just started screaming frantically... Jezabell had learned enough Portuguese to know she was shouting something about "evil"
They had just crossed a threshold of sorts as Jezabell swung her knife to remove some of the thicket from thier path.
The village had been ravaged, old huts torn to shreds... Scorch marks on the ground and over the savaged huts. And the soil... It just wasn't right... There was a thickness to it, a blackness... Unnatural
Jezabell had an aunt, her mother would hate taking her to the woman's house though because of some of the "mooku" as her mother would call it, that she would get into... Still, she was her mother's only sister. She didn't NOT want her to see her neice... Even if she was reluctant... And so, Jezabell did learn a thing or two...
She could see the dark aura... Not only that but... Madness, as though, the village had torn itself apart... So why then.. Why did she stay?... Why did she tell the woman in her own language to "push on"
She was desperate, she had to find another attraction... What she found... Was beyond even her...
She broke off from the group, despite her guides clear instructions... Rounding a corner behind one of the huts she heard an inhuman set of sounds... Growling... And the patter of something hitting the soil violently
She pushed some brush out of the way enough to see something unreal, it was two women, they were probably around her age... But there was something different... As one barley turned she could see the humanity had been drained from her eyes...
One was a light skinned girl, like butter, her blonde hair was a long dirty matted mess... Tattoos lined her body, a few on her bare arms, a few along her legs... Jezabell could only imagine they must have been signs of the tribe. Not only that but, she was covered in some kind of acrylic looking paint.. Black stripes pinned down her body made her look like some kind of hybrid pale tiger looking just past her shoulder she saw the other girl.
Unlike the one before her, this one's skin was a bit darker, still light but more sun-kissed, her hair dark, thickets of sticks and bushels matted and tangled in it.
She too had the same markings... And another thing, they were both bare from head to toe...
The pale hissed at the other pouncing grabbing her shoulders... The two toppled and turned, the darker ended up on her back... As the pale looked up, Jezabell could see the red staining her lips... That's when she saw, they seemed to be fighting over the ribs and carcass, not of an animal but of what she could only guess was one of thier own tribes women!
The woman exhaled quickly, her hands trembling as she grabbed the tranquilizer from her back... Just then, the pale looked up... Eyes narrowed...
Fear surrounded Jezabell... Would she die right there?.... Her finger moved on its own as she pulled the trigger... The pale dropping like a log..
The darker gave a snarl as she shot her too...
"I've got it! They will save the show..." She called out as she looked down at the savages at her feet...
"Não deve!!! Não deve!!!" ("Must not, must not!!!") the old woman warned but Jezabell nodded to her partner who shot the woman with a dart making her crumple to the dark soil...
DESPERATION....
The two made some excuse as they got back to the womans village to get thier jeep.. The tribe didn't even question the two women in the net... Uncaring, or scared?...
Back on the road they decided to take the show to New York... They had thier new attraction afterall...
Thrown in cages, fed only once a day and given water even less... The women's hunger festered... Darkness grew as they were forced to look at one another every day...
Before long signs appeared on every street corner... "LADY JEZABELL'S CARNIVAL OF CARNAGE... SEE THE TIGRESSES... May 13, 1984....
