The Great Francis
It was cold, I remember that. I remember being surrounded by white feathers. Then I blacked out. Then I woke up here.
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"I dont mean any trouble, I dont know how I got here!"
The small man proceeded to swing the bat at my knees. I picked him up by his collar and stared into his eyes. Normally the look of fear would ensue, but something was wrong. I felt the joints move... I stared back at where they used to be. The look of fear was on the wrong face.
"Where could they have gone?", I shouted.
Within that short time of self-interrogation, the questionable woman had grabbed a frying pan, caked with egg, and attempted to hit me, the lost and confused man. I stared into the eyes of the short one again and saw the woman lunge. I turned around and snatched the frying pan from her and yelled,
"I don't mean any trouble! Look, my name's........ eh..... I dont know, I dont know where I am, and how I got here."
I dropped the frying pan, sat in the corner, and put my head in my hands. A few minutes later I heard the door shut. I looked up and the room was empty. I began searching for something, evidence to where I was. I gave up within minutes. Frustrated, I grabbed a cane that was leaning against the wall, and smashed it into a window. I climbed out, and fell to the ground. I got up and brushed off my knees, and spotted a ladder. I went up it and sat on the roof of what appeared to be a box car.
I began to venture from this world, and into another. From the tranquil deserts to the lush forests, I flew. The very wings that I was spawned with, were back will all their majesty. I felt like myself again, and it was glorious. Then something caught my eye. It gleamed with such magnifiscence that I had to steer towards it. A beacon it was, I wonder what it is. Upon reaching the very point of its existence, I felt as if I was being pulled in by this orb of light. I was inches from it, and I decided to grab it. I could almost touch it, when I was rudely awakened.
I was soaked. Appearantly, the only way to wake up a man around here was to throw a bucket of water on him. Then came the proposal:
"Lost man, we have decided to off you something... In exchange for your time, we will provide you with a place to sleep, and food, possibly a monetary allowance." said the Short Man.
I said nothing. I just stared into those eyes. I could see the man's reluctance. He spoke again:
"All we need you to do is, an easy job. Although it requires some training, which will only take a week or so. Whadd'ya say?..."
I remained silent. He pressed on...
"I guess its a 'no' eh?,.."
He began to whistle, a call. The door in the back of the car blew open, hinges intact, and two brutes emerged from what looked like tobacco smoke. The fear in me was profuse. I stood up, and yelled,
"Okay! Okay!, tell me what the job is."
The small man replied,
"You must handle.... the lions"
"---Lions?"
"Yes, Lions."
I was a kid again... I was at the circus. The lights were dim, and I remember the rain of popcorn. I was being pulled into the center ring by what appeared to be the Ringmaster. His sweaty palm was wrapped around mine. I remember his hair on his hands, that jungle of hair. We arrived at the lion's cage. Everything was going well, I was an excited little boy. They opened the cage, and out came the lion.
"NO!!", I screamed like somebody was performing surgery on me, without a sedative. The brutes handled me like a circus animal.
"Ha, how ironic" I said to myself, inaudibly.
They threw me into some sort of cage-car. Inside was a man, he was wearing nothing. I felt an itch on my forehead, and scratched it, pain struck me in the place where I scratched, and I blacked out. I woke up in the corner, there was some blood on my index and middle finger of my right hand. The Sun was up, but dropping slowly. I peered into the room, and the naked man was in the fetal position. I assumed he was cold and offered him a piece of my clothing. He accepted, and put on my overshirt. My clothing supply wasn't adequate for his other half.
"Hey, whats your name?" he asked me.
"I don't know...." I replied with a frown.
"Can I call you Francis?"
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The pungent smell of incense struck me, followed by a shriek. The shriek alone caused me to surrender to this woman. My head rang, then the ringing dissapeared and the pain took hold. She had hit me... or was it a he.. the facial hair was confusing. I stood up and caught sight of a little man. He was waddling towards me with a metal bat clutched in his tiny hands. I spoke:
"I dont mean any trouble, I dont know how I got here!"
The small man proceeded to swing the bat at my knees. I picked him up by his collar and stared into his eyes. Normally the look of fear would ensue, but something was wrong. I felt the joints move... I stared back at where they used to be. The look of fear was on the wrong face.
"Where could they have gone?", I shouted.
Within that short time of self-interrogation, the questionable woman had grabbed a frying pan, caked with egg, and attempted to hit me, the lost and confused man. I stared into the eyes of the short one again and saw the woman lunge. I turned around and snatched the frying pan from her and yelled,
"I don't mean any trouble! Look, my name's........ eh..... I dont know, I dont know where I am, and how I got here."
I dropped the frying pan, sat in the corner, and put my head in my hands. A few minutes later I heard the door shut. I looked up and the room was empty. I began searching for something, evidence to where I was. I gave up within minutes. Frustrated, I grabbed a cane that was leaning against the wall, and smashed it into a window. I climbed out, and fell to the ground. I got up and brushed off my knees, and spotted a ladder. I went up it and sat on the roof of what appeared to be a box car.
I began to venture from this world, and into another. From the tranquil deserts to the lush forests, I flew. The very wings that I was spawned with, were back will all their majesty. I felt like myself again, and it was glorious. Then something caught my eye. It gleamed with such magnifiscence that I had to steer towards it. A beacon it was, I wonder what it is. Upon reaching the very point of its existence, I felt as if I was being pulled in by this orb of light. I was inches from it, and I decided to grab it. I could almost touch it, when I was rudely awakened.
I was soaked. Appearantly, the only way to wake up a man around here was to throw a bucket of water on him. Then came the proposal:
"Lost man, we have decided to off you something... In exchange for your time, we will provide you with a place to sleep, and food, possibly a monetary allowance." said the Short Man.
I said nothing. I just stared into those eyes. I could see the man's reluctance. He spoke again:
"All we need you to do is, an easy job. Although it requires some training, which will only take a week or so. Whadd'ya say?..."
I remained silent. He pressed on...
"I guess its a 'no' eh?,.."
He began to whistle, a call. The door in the back of the car blew open, hinges intact, and two brutes emerged from what looked like tobacco smoke. The fear in me was profuse. I stood up, and yelled,
"Okay! Okay!, tell me what the job is."
The small man replied,
"You must handle.... the lions"
"---Lions?"
"Yes, Lions."
I was a kid again... I was at the circus. The lights were dim, and I remember the rain of popcorn. I was being pulled into the center ring by what appeared to be the Ringmaster. His sweaty palm was wrapped around mine. I remember his hair on his hands, that jungle of hair. We arrived at the lion's cage. Everything was going well, I was an excited little boy. They opened the cage, and out came the lion.
"NO!!", I screamed like somebody was performing surgery on me, without a sedative. The brutes handled me like a circus animal.
"Ha, how ironic" I said to myself, inaudibly.
They threw me into some sort of cage-car. Inside was a man, he was wearing nothing. I felt an itch on my forehead, and scratched it, pain struck me in the place where I scratched, and I blacked out. I woke up in the corner, there was some blood on my index and middle finger of my right hand. The Sun was up, but dropping slowly. I peered into the room, and the naked man was in the fetal position. I assumed he was cold and offered him a piece of my clothing. He accepted, and put on my overshirt. My clothing supply wasn't adequate for his other half.
"Hey, whats your name?" he asked me.
"I don't know...." I replied with a frown.
"Can I call you Francis?"
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