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It all started when you were on your way to work, just another day like every other one, slow-moving but just about bearable though every thing seems to be expected.
Until it's not.
A likely drunk man is screaming, typical for the residents of this town you suppose until you look down at his current victim a.....clown of sorts? Ah! From that new circus that's recently arrived in town. The clown? If you could call them just a clown, their design looked a bit more complex for that seems to be kneeling accepting their fate to man allowing him to do as he pleases while they bleed.
You make a change to your usual routine, normally you avoid conflict where can too many bad people out- drunks and gangbangers- but something just moved inside you. You step between them "Stop!"
The silence weighed down heavy.
"The hell are you?"
"That's enough! There's no need to get violent, he's just doing his job!"
"Working for the devil maybe.."
What is this guy talking about? You know that Christianity is heavily prevalent but seriously? A couple dudes and dudettes in costumes and suddenly it's 'the work of the devil'? Why did you even move here again?
"Look man, you keep this up, I'm calling the cops."
"Screw that! These freaks have been stealing people! This town needs to open their eyes! If you can't even see that? I hope they take you too"
You couldn't help but let his last few words send a shiver up your spine even if they lacked truth, it was still disturbing for someone to that just because you 'got in their way'. You shake it off as he stumbles away.
You turn to the circus performer and offer a hand. "Are you alright? There are some real jerks around these parts but don't stress it, it's nothing personal alright?"
They stare at you frozen before relaxing and taking your hand despite looking quite slim they're actually extremely heavy as you lift them up, you let out a heavy huff of air from the unexpected effort but you manage to heavily ground yourself and drag them on their bum a little and they bring themselves to their feet.
Damn! They're tall. Like unnaturally tall, like two freaking metres tall.
"Some people are hot heads.....Best not to get too close." They must be wearing stilts or something....
They just simply nod and you notice the fresh bruise on their cheek.....band aids won't really help but perhaps sometimes it's really the thought that counts you offer them one. They lean down and you gently press it on their cheek, at first glance you thought it to be some kind mask but apparently not if a bruise is showing. They smile at you, "This..won't do much but make you mentally feel better.....maybe. See a doctor if it doesn't improve okay?"
They nod again they seem...pleased at least and they smile at each other. Until you glance at your watch-shoot! You need to get to work, "I'll see you around I suppose!" You run off without any further interaction......what a strange person.