Curled up on the bottom of my cage I heard Jinx's violin strings screech as she smashed it down on something. I heard Sheanne's bones grinding together as she continued bending in unimaginable ways and I heard Akello's wings stir the air. I was listening so intently when the voice crackled to life over the loudspeaker I jumped in fear, my tail subconsciously whipping back and forth. "The show is over ladies and gents!" I almost heard the ringmasters cackle. "Be sure to visit again!" The feet of our tormentors wandered towards the exit and I pulled myself off the floor. As much as I hated being gawked at I wished the circus goers would never leave, for when the shows were over, the real terror began. My stomach began to twist and I reached out a clawed hand at Jinx, but she didn't see my slight attempt at comforting her. Her mismatched eyes were open wide, focused on the tent flaps as the split apart, revealing an ostentatiously dressed man. The Ringmaster.