She stood there, a torch in her hand and tears in her eye as the carnival burned around her. It wouldn't stop the clowns, that much she knew, but it would slow them down enough that the crowd might all escape this time - the human mind can only take so much bloodshed before it crumbles like stale filo pastry.
Screams filled the ash-soaked air as burning bodies flailed about before collapsing against each other or running further into the flames, delirious with the same exquisite agony that kept the clowns too occupied to chase down the masses.
From her smoldering perch she could see them herding the stragglers - the expected casualties, the ones her boss called "acceptable losses". Of course they'd be taken to the Big Top to be properly eaten, despite her best efforts this pack had kept it too well guarded.
It wasn't a good thing but it wasn't overly bad. The pack had been thinned down, mostly burned down and all she was left with was their main nest which would be all the more vulnerable with the strong man and most of the acrobats already dead.
As much as it broke her heart to see innocent people suffer she reasoned with herself that they chose this.
For her there would always be another day.
Another show to take its final bow.
Screams filled the ash-soaked air as burning bodies flailed about before collapsing against each other or running further into the flames, delirious with the same exquisite agony that kept the clowns too occupied to chase down the masses.
From her smoldering perch she could see them herding the stragglers - the expected casualties, the ones her boss called "acceptable losses". Of course they'd be taken to the Big Top to be properly eaten, despite her best efforts this pack had kept it too well guarded.
It wasn't a good thing but it wasn't overly bad. The pack had been thinned down, mostly burned down and all she was left with was their main nest which would be all the more vulnerable with the strong man and most of the acrobats already dead.
As much as it broke her heart to see innocent people suffer she reasoned with herself that they chose this.
For her there would always be another day.
Another show to take its final bow.
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