"Hey hey! You guys over there, I don't remember you guys buying a wristband. Can you come over here a second? Yeah, didn't think so."<br/><br/>Red chuckled as he scared out two more costumers who tried to sneak a peak they couldn't afford. He made his way around the tent, keeping an eye on the cages as well as the people. He observed how easily amused these people were, prodding fun at others that were different from them. Red knew the truth though, that they only pick on others because they are scared of whoever is different from them. Red gave a dark grin as he walked past a group of children staring at a cage. They were right to be afraid, in every way. Humans were weak, fragile, always cracking under pressure, always running when faced with a little hardship. But this circus was different.<br/><br/>These circus freaks were stronger and better than those humans who watched their show. Red made sure of it, for it was his job to make them stronger, using the special chemical he designed himself. Mutating the DNA of each patient, it took their unique talents and lives and made them even better. This was Red's ultimate goal, to make the best performers in the world for this dream circus. This was his and Nikita's dream, and for her sake he would do anything. And so far, it has been a grand success, and the circus was raking in the reward. And so the circus has only been improving, with new acts and more surprises. Red himself had been improving non-stop, and was always pushing himself to take more of the heat, and the fans couldn't get enough of it. He took pride in his creation, the Midnight Soul Serum. And he was glad that Nikita liked it, and for good reason. Thanks to this chemical, they were able to "recruit" more people into the circus, which meant more acts, and more fame.<br/><br/>The fame was a good part too, as he was always approached by fans who wanted to congratulate him for his act. Being a fire eater, the serum allowed him to naturally breathe fire as well as eat it. So his act was much more entertaining than a run-of-the-mill actor. Everywhere they went, people would come up to him, asking questions on the act and the circus in general. He didn't mind the questions, as long as they weren't too nosy. Along with Nikita and the other loyals who were allowed to live in the circus normally, there were rules, that they were only allowed to say so much. Red was actually the one who made most of the rules, so Nikita didn't worry about him at all, but he was still cautious about it. One of the number one rules was to not compromise the Circus. Never tell where our next stop is, never reveal the code, and never talk of the chemical. Any of that and all of their lives would be compromised.<br/><br/>Red walked around the big-top and spotted one of the loyals, Stretch. He gave a smile and a nod to her. She had started off like a few of the other caged freaks, who he dubbed the Misfits, but over the years she became like a sister to him, and was a trusted circus performer. A few others like her, the Loyals, were able to live in the Circus like Nikita and himself, because they believed in the vision that they shared. They didn't misbehave, or try to run away, they wanted to be at the circus. And Nikita rewarded them with good rooms, special priveleges, and peaceful living conditions. The others though, well, they had their chance to work willingly, but Red knew, there was no leaving this circus.<br/><br/>He took out a cigarrette, and looked at it. He had never wanted to smoke before because of the health problems, but he had learned that the mutation that he had, the Dragon Tongue, was not affected by the health hazard of smoking. So he could smoke as much as he want, and not be at risk. He inconspicuously lit it with a small blow of fire, and took a puff. Exhaling, he smiled, and turned to Stretch, "Quite a nice act tonight don't ya think?" He chuckled and made his way to the small tent, after all the other customers had had their fill and left.<br/><br/>He entered the more personal tent, and found his ringmistress at the desk with the map of their future secret performances. Putting out his cigarrette, since he didn't want her to get second hand smoke, he walked up to the desk. "Everyone's gone now, and it's obvious without counting we made a bit more profit than our usual." He gave a sincer smile to one of the people he cared about the most, "Thing's are going well for us."