Tetramis had no idea what was going on, where he was or the time of the day. The only things he knew was that he was strapped to a rickety wooden chair, with a sack over his head. It was hard to breathe but he did not mind that at all, he was waiting. Waiting for nothing to happen, a memory flashed into mind, the visitors would be coming down. And if he was right, they would be around him. True enough, he detected small traces of rubber soles of the visitors from the small granules of anti-matter he seeded throughout the area around his cage.<br/><br/>There was a sign, he saw it earlier, that this freak was easily startled by sudden noises. Wrong and wrong again. First off, he was not startled by loud and sudden noises, it was just that the circus people though that he would very much like to take one of the visitors as hostage. Secondly, he never intended to kill anyone who did not belong to the circus, well, unless they got in his way.<br/><br/>The back of his chair grinded against the scarred wooden floor. It created a small panic amongst the visitors. He sighed, he was merely trying to stretch his legs. He had dozens of nicknames when being introduced to the crowd. The one which he found the most amusing was 'The left hand of the Devil'. He allowed a breath to escape his lips. Tetramis heard a soft whisper, "Mommy is he really the human target guy? I can't see his face..."<br/><br/>Tetramis felt his pupils roll to the top of his head in annoyance. It was kinda stuffy inside the sack and beads of sweat were beginning to form on his forehead. With a sharp yank, the sackcloth was lifted from his head, and he, glanced expressiodnlessly at the people around him. He remained still, still enough for the boy to ask again, "Is he dead?"<br/><br/>Then there was a whistle, a whistle for the visitors to leave. As soon as the last one left, the bag was replaced over his head once again.