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  He felt the horrible pressure on his throat once more, blood flowed easily from his abused rectum as the sharp pain returned. The torture lasted for what seemed like an eternity but Calvin never died. He never blacked out. He had no choice but to suffer. He watched as the cold dead eyes and rotting flesh of Jane Mitchell stood over the top of him.

  The pain vanished. The tortured ghost of his misdeeds disappeared completely into the background. Calvin gasped for breath and struggled to regain control of his fear.

  “Do you remember this one? Do you remember what you did to her?”

  Deep gashes appeared on his chest and a small trickle of blood flowed freely down his stomach. Calvin’s eye widened in fear as he remembered what he did and what is going to happen to him. More cuts and intense pain followed. He watched as his nipple was severed from his body and red hot needles were forced deep into his genitals. Finally, a deep gash in his throat started squirting a river of blood. The pain was unbearable. Calvin screamed and sobbed in pain.

  “Please, please, let me die!”

  “Oh but Calvin, you are dead.” Echoed the voice of Karma itself

  “You can’t go anywhere. You are mine! You are mine and we have a lot more victims that send their love.”

  The sick tortured scream of never-ending pain filled the darkness of his mind as Karma payed a debt owed upon Calvin.

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  Freak Show

  The neon flashing lights illuminated the night sky so brightly that it looked almost like daylight. The music and bells ringing could be heard far off into the distance. The Carnival had come to town.

  People were flocking in from all over, even some out-of-towners decided to pay a visit to the colorful Carnival renowned for its freak show and oddities from all over the world.

  Trying to get a ticket seemed almost impossible as people were queuing for miles and miles without end. Children were nagging and crying, begging their parents to find a way to get them in. They wanted to eat candyfloss and popcorn smothered in butter, drink cans and cans of sweet sugary soda, win arms full of prizes that would soon be discarded in a closet or under a bed. They wanted to get sick on one of the many rides that awaited those lucky enough to get inside. They wanted to go stand and gawk and make fun of the many freaks the carnival had to offer.

  You ask how I know all this... Well that is easy, I was once one of those children. I begged and annoyed my parents’ non-stop for days, till they finally gave in. My dad had to go as far as bribing someone in order to get us tickets.

  *~*~*

  The Carnival was run by a huge burly bearded man from Russia. It seemed like he had a permanent cigar in his mouth, you could see him coming from afar just by keeping an eye on the air above all the other people at the carnival, as a huge cloud of smoke always followed him around. He truly was scary looking and sounded far worse. He would bellow out orders and shout at anybody who dared just glance his way in a fashion he deemed wrong. The cigar not once leaving his lips.

  Most of the “freaks” from the Carnival were really nice folk. One could see them sitting outside their caravans at the back of the carnival, they would be playing cards, laughing, joking around and pretty much acting like the rest of the normal people. I supposed there’s a little freak in all of us.

  What impressed me the most about them, was the fact that they never really seemed to care what people called them, and insults just washed right over them. They would nod their heads and laugh along like they knew something nobody else did, they had their own secret society and I couldn’t help but wonder what they were actually hiding.

  *~*~*

  The show was about to start and I was dragging my parents through the vast sea of people in an attempt to get a front row seat. The giant tent in the middle of the carnival was jam packed with people shouting and cheering and hurrying off to the best seats they could find. Excitement filled the air. Not often did people get to see a real life freak show.

  The lights dimmed and the giant of a Russian man stepped out into the center of the tent, the spotlight shining on him making the smoke from the cigar in his mouth seem like a thick cloak of fog around him. The crowd went silent and waited in anticipation.

  “Velcome to zhe freak show extraordinaire! I hope zhu all enzjoy zhe show.” he boomed out in a loud accented voice.

  The crowd went wild as the freaks started pouring into the center of the ring. A man so tall that he made the large burly Russian seem like a midget. A woman with hair so long that it was wrapped around her body at least 10 times. A pair of Siamese-twins who share the same arms and legs, a man who had 4 legs and no arms, his hands were feet with toes. A woman whose eyes were on her hands and she had to hold them up in order to see. A boy about the same age as me who had a tail and instead of a mouth, he had a beak like that of a parrot. There was also a man who had giant muscles, and was so strong he could lift a car above his head, I know that’s not very freaky, but along with the huge muscles, he had a head just bigger than that of a baseball, with tiny beady eyes. It was truly a sight to behold, and the crowd “oooh’d and aaaah’d” some gasped in horror, others pointed and laughed. Yet the freaks still didn’t seem phased, they waved and smiled and went about their routines.

  I was completely awestruck by the sight before me. How I wished I was special enough to join them. The lives they must live. To them surely we must seem like the freaks. I envied them.

  What I failed to notice, was that they had been watching me. Whispering between themselves about me. I was to be their next project.

  *~*~*

  After the show, my parents and I indulged in treats of all kinds, we went on a few rides that left our stomachs churning. I had even won a few prizes, a large stuffed octopus with big eyes and bells on its tentacles that jingled as we made our way around the carnival, a plastic pistol that made loud popping noises whenever I pulled the trigger and a bag of brightly colored marbles. Still, I kept finding myself staring off into the distance to where the freaks were now having a party after another successful show.

  I decided I would sneak away that night from home, maybe go speak to the big Russian man, ask him if there was any way I could join his carnival. How could I not want to, the lights, the noises, the daily treats and free rides. It was a dream job wasn’t it?

  I waited that night in bed till I heard the sound of my dad’s loud snores. I knew by then that my mom would be asleep as the rhythmic sound of my dad’s snores was like a drug to her. I know right?! Crazy! But hey, that’s my parents for you. Thinking about it now, they should have been part of the freak show. I giggle to myself as I grab my backpack and as quietly as possible climbed out my bedroom window. I wasn’t known for being a rebel teen. Quite the contrary, at 14, I was well behaved, and somewhat spoiled. Pretty much always getting what I wanted, like the tickets to the carnival for instance. Oh the joys of being an only child.

  I slung the backpack over my shoulder once outside and slowly started making my way towards the carnival on the other side of town. My mind was racing and I hoped and prayed that I wouldn’t be turned away. I wanted this.

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  Unbeknownst to me, at the exact same time as I was making my way towards them, the freaks were discussing me. They knew I was headed there. They had seen something in me that they wanted.

  By the time I reached the front gates of the carnival it was already almost 2am in the morning. The world around me was shrouded in darkness, the only light source was that of a tiny flashlight which cast an eerie glow in the pitch blackness surrounding me. I admit that I was somewhat scared and anxious. The carnival looked completely different in the dark. It seemed dead. There were no bright lights, no sounds other than the chirruping of cricket in the night, the creaking of the rides every so often as the wind blew over and through them, causing a mournful howl as it passed through holes and tiny cracks. I did not let this deter me though.

  I walked along the fence, hoping to fi
nd a way in, it’s not like I could just knock on the front door and ask if I could join, for as much as I’m sure they would let me, there was also the fact that I was a minor, and it would be considered kidnapping. I did not want any of them to get into trouble because of me. I would need to be a stow-away.

  For about thirty minutes I walked along the fence, hoping to find a small gap that would allow me access, to no avail. Finally as I reached the back my luck changed, there was a small gate standing wide open. I slipped in and cautiously made my through the dark carnival. It was creepy and reminded me of one of those classic slasher/horror movies where the kids walk through abandoned carnivals like this and suddenly a zombie or scary killer clown would jump up from behind a stall and scare the kids to death. It didn’t help that my dim flashlight cast eerie shadows all over the place as I shone it around.

  *~*~*

  As I was making my way through the lifeless carnival in search of a place to hide, I heard footsteps behind me. I spun around, but there was no-one.

  “Chill Cale.” I told myself in a quivering voice.

  I saw the stall where I had won the giant octopus and the plastic gun, the Ferris wheel and roller-coaster my family and I had been on, the haunted house and the house of mirrors. We hadn’t gone into the house of mirrors as it had been too busy, so I decided to take the opportunity now to enjoy it.

  The door sounded like an old man’s creaking bones as I pushed it open. I was surprised to find the dim lights still on inside the House of Mirrors. I saw myself in the many mirrors surrounding me. I looked afraid. My cheeks were bright red and my hair was ruffled. I let out a laugh.

  “Jeeze Cale. Don’t be such a wuss.”

  This was fun. Some of the mirrors distorted my reflection. One moment I would be short and squatty looking, the next, I would be tall. Some made it seem like I was a bodybuilder, others made it look like my face was a Sunday swirl ice cream.

  The next moment I heard voices.

  “Oh crap crap crap. I’m done for.”

  With so many mirrors, there really was no place to hide. They showed all angles. All the while I heard the voices drawing nearer. I was panic stricken and all I could do was stand there, still as a statue. I watched as the door opened, I watched as the freaks started pouring into the House of Mirrors one at a time. Somehow they had known I was in here, and they were headed straight for me.

  Once again my eyes fell on my own reflection. I had a terrified look on my face. My eyes were wide with horror as the burly Russian stepped up right behind me. He placed his large hand on my shoulder, spun me around to face him, and blew a large puff of smoke right into my face.

  He let out a terrifying laugh as he did this.

  “Ve ave been vaiting for zhu.”

  It took me a moment to register what he had just said.

  “What do you mean?”

  Suddenly he looked stern. He grabbed both my shoulders and forced me to look at my reflection.

  “Ve know zhu vant to join us. Zhu shall be our new main attraction.”

  Around me the world went dark. The concept of me actually fainting till this day annoys me. What a wuss.

  *~*~*

  Now here I am, my name is Cale Winters, but nobody knows this. They probably never will. I am the new main attraction at the Carnival Freak Show. The Boy without a face.

  I can hear the people laughing and talking, I know what’s going on around me, but I am stuck. I scream inside my head, but the world can’t hear me. Maybe next time you go watch the freak show, that makes it to your little town once a year, you won’t judge those who look and act different, because maybe, just maybe, you might be the next main attraction.

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  *~*~*

  Sex Toy Terrorist

  Not everything that happens has meaning. In fact, a vast majority of the time it’s quite the opposite. Let’s face it, bad things happen to good people and there is not a damn thing in the world that could have prevented it. Whatever forces that control the actions and consequences of mankind, well, let’s just say they have to get their kicks somehow.

  *~*~*

  Jayson felt a wide smile upon his face as he stared at the screen. His cheeks burned with embarrassment and his heart pounded with excitement. After two years of dating his lovely Anna, he was finally going to take the plunge and fly over an ocean for her. Their first meeting. Their first kiss. Their first…

  Jayson swallowed hard, trying to digest the nervous energy. He IS excited. Of course, fear was lingering in the background of his mind. He tried very hard to keep this from Anna. In the end, he had a feeling she could tell.

  He read her response on the glowing screen of his tiny laptop and willed his fingers to move.

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  Anna_Bananasplit: Are you ready for this my love? Two weeks.

  BluJay: Very much so! I’m packed already ;)

  Anna_Bananasplit: -Jumps up and down- Really really? Or you just fishing for a smile?

  BluJay: 

  BluJay: I have the perfect lure to fish for your smile baby doll. ^.^

  Anna_Bananasplit:?

  BluJay: I bought you something super special. :P

  Anna_Bananasplit: What?

  BluJay: If I told you that it wouldn’t be a surprise now would it?

  Anna_Bananasplit: .>

  Anna_Bananasplit: TELL MEEEE! Tell me. Tell me!

  Anna_Bananasplit: I will love you forever. –kisses-

  BluJay: Pfft. You already promised to do that anyways.

  Anna_Bananasplit: Give me a hint then!

  BluJay: Okay okay!

  BluJay: It’s long, it’s silver, and it will keep you happy while I’m away

  Anna_Bananasplit: Hmm. –thinks-

  Anna_Bananasplit: O.O

  Anna_Bananasplit: You bought me a sex toy? O//o

  BluJay: Mhmm. Needs to keep my baby happy when I come back now don’t I?

  Anna_Bananasplit: o//o

  Anna_Bananasplit: Hehe

  Anna_Bananasplit: Thank you baby! I will put it to good use.

  BluJay: Now you’re making me blush. :P

  BluJay: Has to go. Have to get ready for that awful place that pays me. YUCK.

  BluJay: Love ya baby. Bye bye

  Anna_Bananasplit: Love you too. Talk soon. –kisses-

  *~*~*

  Jayson slowly closed the lid to his laptop and smiled. Two weeks, he couldn’t believe it. He stood and started walking towards the bathroom, his mind trying to sort a hundred different thoughts into the “relevant” and “irrelevant” pile.

  His digits wrapped around the cold brass knob of the drawer. It let out a small yet distinct sound of metal upon metal as it opened. He felt his finger bump the long hard toy. Jayson lifted it out and held it to the light, just as excited and amazed by it as he knew his dear Anna would be.

  Flipping it over, he unscrewed the black cap and slide the batteries into the empty slots and onto the springs. It took a try or two, but finally, he was able to align the threads and tighten the batteries in place properly

  He almost dropped it. During his struggle, he had unintentionally turned the knob to full power. An earthquake caliber quiver radiated from the base to the tip, vibrating his entire palm. He stared mesmerized.

  He felt the heat upon his cheeks as he blushed deeply for the second time today. His eyes ensnared by the shiny silver vibrating object, so much so, that they watered. After a strange and erotic suspended moment, Jayson finally blinked.

  With a hard twist, the toy went from earthquake to a still summer day. Jayson slid it deep into his suitcase, hiding it at the bottom, between his swimming trunks and his flip-flops. Though still very distracted, he managed to focus at work that night.

  The next two weeks seemed like a wonderful blur. Cereal. Anna. Work. Anna. Supper. Anna. Bed. Repeat. This was the way Jayson passed the time. On the rare occasion that his precious Anna was not at her computer, those few hours would crawl. It was agony. This fact ha
d made him hyper aware of how necessary this trip really was.

  *~*~*

  He checked and doubled checked his baggage. He read the itinerary three times before tucking the folded and crinkled paper deep into his back pocket. This was it. The sharp sounds of a horn blaring and the pleasant tune seeping from the speakers of his cellular phone as an impatient cab driver tried to phone him, reminded Jayson of his deadline.

  He took another brief moment for himself. His chest cavity expanded and his eyelids snapped shut. Slowly, he exhaled and patted his denim pockets. His hand patted the square outline of his cigarettes. His thumb felt the cylinder of his lighter.

  At this very moment, with his nerves shooting panicked electrical signals to his brain, His pack of smokes seemed to be his most important possession. Another deafening honk.

  “Alright alright I’m coming! Can’t a man take a moment to have a nervous meltdown?” He muttered under his breath.

  The cab driver was a scary sort. To Jayson, his rancid breath and scraggly un-kept beard seemed to be his more charming traits. He watched the blobby man slam his luggage into the trunk and slam the metal in anger. He could see several racist tattoo’s play peek -a -boo from underneath the stained up sleeves of his shrunken white cotton t-shirt.

  “Great job there Jayson. You call the only taxi company that belongs to the Ku-Klux –Klan. This trip is off to a great start!” He thinks to himself nervously.

  “Where to son?” The gruff voice stated impartially

  “JFK airport please”

  *~*~*

  He sat back in the upright seat, his seatbelt feeling just a hair too tight. From the tiny square that the large commercial airline jokingly named ‘window’ he stared at the ground several feet below him. He felt his stomach tie itself into several tightly woven knots. Intestinal macramé.

  He swallowed hard, trying desperately to lubricate his sandpaper throat. Words flew across the canvas of his mind. Mistake. Fear. Explosion. Terrorist. Death.

  This kind of shocked Jayson. Seeing that he never had a reason or an opportunity to fly, he was completely unaware of his fear of planes. Taking off was the worst. He gripped the arm rests until his knuckles screamed in pain. He thought of his dear Anna. He closed his eyes and envisioned his life in her arms. It didn’t take long for the plane to reach thirty three thousand feet and level off. Jayson relaxed as much as he could.