An Unexpected Child Ch. 11

The circus had proven to be a success after a month of gory performances and dazzled audiences. The Warden had now gone ahead and roped the Hunter and Bruce into performing as well. Hunter was to perform inside a giant plastic bubble, wearing nothing but sparkles and a sequin loosely draped over her shoulder. As for Bruce, however, he was fitted into a silver tuxedo with a matching cape, mask, and top hat which was almost similar to Warden's usual kind. He was given an oversized silver bubble wand, which happened to be similar to the one Django used to fight off the lion-sized boar with razor-sharp tusks.

Speaking of Django, he and the other performers who were killed last month had already been replaced. Now, alongside the ones who survived, there consisted of the female schizophrenic Hanna Barbera, the wolfgirl Lupa Grey, the Persian German mix Jasmine Klover, the Native American woman River Snake, Gary and his little Bird's female counterparts, the teenage Russian punk Nikola, his female counterpart Nikita, the young Korean-descent woman Reagan, and many others.

Yes, now a month into its run, the circus was to resume with more expected massacres and mesmerizing acts. Unbeknowst to the performers, however, they were about to entertain a larger audience.

The Warden had gone outside this morning to open the circus earlier than usual when he noticed something odd...

"Who are you people?!" he shouted upon seeing a large group of young adults behind NOVA, who was near the entrance of the tent.

This new, unfamiliar group was obviously from a southern part of the United States and all the individuals seemed to know the Mistress's assistant Anais Jacobson. Well, at least most of them seemed to. The oldest ones were either twenty three or twenty four; the youngest were around Anais's age. One person in the group, a young woman named Keira who apparently descended from Sacagawea and her son, had just turned twenty years old and yet she still dressed herself like an elementary-age girl in that she had ribbons in her hair and wore flat tennis shoes with cute prints on them. Another was a twenty three-year-old Canadian-born male who had dyed his hair in the most ridiculous colors anyone had ever seen: firetruck red, forest green, amethyst purple, a bright orange, and a hot pink. Another was a gray-eyed sandy-haired eighteen year old French-Canadian girl who went by the name Fifi and dressed herself in dark, vivid colors. The last example was a nineteen-year-old Ukrainian girl named Yulia who had fiery-red hair, amber eyes, dangling ear piercings, and a pale-blue tunic worn by time itself.

"Oh, we are college students." Keira answered cheerfully.

"College students?" Warden asked again, as if he were unfamiliar with what Keira had stated. "And you're here for the circus, right?"

"Oh, yes." Keira replied once more. "This weird pink robot was telling us about how this circus had, like, a woman's take on the Goblin King from Labyrinth, mutated animals, a flame-wheel and other cool stuff that the guys at Cirque du Soleil couldn't deal with to save their lives."

Warden then focused his attention on NOVA.

"NOVA..." Warden spoke sternly. "I want to know right now: Who told you to kidnap these youngsters and bring them here?"

"Well..." NOVA began. "While I can't tell you who gave me that order, I will say that the last person I talked to was Anais Jacobson."

"Mistress!" Warden shouted.

An eight months pregnant Mistress came onto the scene, upon hearing her name, in an oversized raspberry-colored tunic decorated in tribal patterns. She still wore her signature shades but her gladiator sandals were a substitution for her usual go-go boots. Arm in arm was Anais, the talk of the hour.

"Mistress, did you know that Anais...?" Warden was going to ask.

"Gave NOVA an order to kidnap her friends from college and bring them here to see your circus?" Mistress finished for him. "Of course I did. Don't worry, I'll see to it that Anais is punished soon."

"Hey, Anais!" the rainbow-haired young man shouted at his friend. "Who's the MTBILF?"

"That would be my employer, the Mistress." Anais answered proudly. "She asked me to help her while she's pregnant."

"That's quite an honor, eh?" Fifi remarked. "You might put that on your resume for when you find a job, eh?"

"I'm sure she will." Mistress answered.

"Hey, Mistress!" Keira shouted from behind Fifi. "Do you have any idea who the father is?"

Yulia turned her head and glared at Keira.

"Oh ho ho." Mistress laughed. "I've known who he was since the day I found out I was pregnant. He's the same guy who organized the circus you're so excited to see. Isn't that right, Warden?"

Warden laughed nervously and blushed an intense dark red.

"Well, well." Tobias the rainbow-haired man remarked. "Aren't you a lucky bastard?"

"Um, could we please change the subject?" Anais asked uncertainly. "I'm sure we wouldn't want to make our host uncomfortable."

"Right." Warden said, now trying to move on from that embarrassing moment. "Now, I'd like to warn you that you'll be sitting among convicts who've raped, murdered, assaulted, kidnapped and done God knows what to people your age. So it'd be best to try not to interact with them, if you can. And no, you cannot sit by me or Mistress."

"Okay..." Fifi said uncertainly.

"Well, what are we waiting for?" a skinny headphone-wearing black girl named Reba asked. "Let's just go on in!"

"Go right ahead." Warden said. "I was going to open the circus early anyway."