Akuma's Backstory Chapter 19

Chapter 19

As Edmund said, Gabon and Savanna started their training. And everything that I had fixed from when Edmund left was once again destroyed. The trainers went back to the training that Edmund taught them, and everything went terrible again. Edmund was the leader again, and I was just a puppet. Watching with no control until forced to do things.

I couldn’t do anything but watch. If I tried to fight Edmund again I would be shot in the head with no mercy. And with no weapons or experience with them, I only had my limbs and tactics to keep me safe. But with the condition of my left arm being poor, I am over all very very weak.

But my statement of not having a weapon wasn’t exactly true. I didn’t really know anything about it until I accidentally came across it. Remember that scepter that my Uncle gave me? Well, I soon discovered that the reason it looked like it was cut in half was for an actual purpose. One day I was messing around with it when I found out that it wasn’t just any ordinary scepter, but was a two in one, I accidentally took it apart and found out that if you take the lower part of it off, it’s actually a sword. The first thing I thought was, “Wow! Cool! A weapon that I could accidentally stab myself with!” Then again, I thought, “What the hell was my Uncle in to?!” I decided to keep this whole thing a secret, if my Aunt found out about it she would freak the fuck out. And I would never know when I might actually need to use it.

At the circus it was still a living hell. I couldn’t do anything but sit and watch all of this happen. I had refused to go to the circus after the death of Kenya, but I did come back to bury her. It was really difficult to bury one of your best friends, but I couldn’t just let her die in vain. I buried her a bit outside of the circus grounds in one of the vast open fields that surrounded it. I got some of the trainers with me (the decent ones that didn’t abuse the animals, or the ones that stuck around for a long time.) to help me bury her. I could barely even dig the hole without my injured arm dying.

I stayed at the grave for a few hours after we buried Kenya. Even though I could visit it anytime I wanted, I just felt like these were the final pure moments I would have with her. I felt extremely guilty about all of this, she could have lived a longer life with her offspring, but then again, the circus is no place to life. With Edmund changing the circus even more, who knows what will happen. And honestly, being dead would be a blessing compared to what was going on there.

Months and months went by. Edmund was getting worse with everything and the circus was practically destroying itself. Performers refused to show up most days and fewer and fewer people were attending the shows. He blamed all of this on me of course, saying that, “It’s your circus, Akuma! You should be taking care of things!” and, “Do you want us to go bankrupt?!” I didn’t say it, but yea. I did. After this whole thing was over and the circus was gone I could just start over, right? Only if things were really that easy…

Savanna and Gabon were training for their future acts. The things that I feared were becoming true once again. They were going to end up just like their mother did. Whip scars covered their bodies, zig zagging and crossing over each other like tattoos. I constantly scolded the trainers for treating them like that but whatever I tried doing just fueled them even more. With Edmund in control, I was nothing. I had no control, no word, and no power.

Napoleon was doing great. My Aunt, surprisingly, let me keep and raise him. She knew about everything that was happening at the circus and thought it would be best if I did keep him. Napoleon acted just like a regular house cat, which really isn’t a bad thing if you think about it. I always wanted a pet of some sort when I was younger and I finally got one. I didn’t really think it would be a lion out of all things but I’m not really complaining. The only downside to Napoleon is that he’s really fat and thinks that he’s the size of a regular cat. He tries getting into spaces that aren’t meant for lions. And with his size, he’s heavy and moving him is mostly impossible. So every time I tried going to sleep Napoleon is already curled up in the middle of my bed. I have to say though, he did make a good pillow.

I never got any days to myself anymore. Everything was consumed by school or the circus. And with days that I didn’t have anything to do, I just slept the whole day. Barely getting any sleep was something I have mastered. The most sleep I really ever got was three or four hours a day. Maybe five on a good day. (Which is like, never.) I found myself almost dosing off at the circus most of the time, and of course, was caught by Edmund and was scolded for it. I wouldn’t be able to sleep there anyway when that monster was there. That guy gave me nightmares and still does to this day.