Freak Show

Alicia stared at a boy, around her age, who was staring back at her. His mousy brown hair was partially covered by a grey beanie and his glasses sat perched on the end of his nose. His hazel eyes looked at her as if he was analyzing her just as she was analyzing him. He wore a grey hoodie and black skinny jeans, showing how thin he was. He broke her gaze just as Alicia heard Urie announce her stage name.
"And for the next act, may I present to you... Ruby Rose!"

Alicia never liked her stage name, to be honest. Ruby Rose? Come on, she made more than just roses. She shook her head as she strutted onto the center stage.
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Wow. This lady was beautiful. Her raven black hair went past her shoulders and she wore a
knee-length dress with tights underneath. She was barefoot but had vines running down her arms and legs. Her nails seemed painted red and her black eyeshadow made her eyes look amazing.
The eyes that were looking straight into Mikey's.
The lady walked around the stage and seats, occasionally giving roses and other plants sprouted from her hands to random audience members. However, when a random jackass she passed smacked her ass jokingly, she turned around and gave him the death glare. She proceeded to wrap a vine around his stomach before lifting him in the air, all with serenity and grace. She then safely put him down and courtsyed, before continuing to walk around the audience.
Mikey's heart practically stopped when she approached him.
Ignoring Gerard and Frank's surprised faces, the lady ran her hand across the back of his neck. Mikey gulped nervously as she walked in front of him, making Gerard and Frank's eyes widen. She slowly leaned in until their noses were touching.
"Uh... you don't need to-" Mikey mumbled before getting interuptted by her placing her finger on his lips. She pecked him lightly on the cheek before walking away, bowing and officially ending her act. Mikey was basically left there with the blankest expression possible. Gerard and Frank stifled laughs before turning their attention back to the show.
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Mikey basically tuned out for the rest of the show. His mind was too focused on thinking back to that moment with the girl. He shook the thoughts from his head; she was probably taken anyway. Didn't even matter. The show ended before Mikey even realized. Gerard and Frank stood up and stretched.
"Damn, that show was fucking amazing!" Gerard declared. Mikey kept his gaze lowered as Frank and Gerard started to discuss the show again. Suddenly, Gerard grabbed Mikey and slung his arm around his neck.
"And my little bro totally had the hots for a performer!" He laughed. Mikey rolled his eyes.
"No I didn't!" He insisted.
"Yeah right, just admit it." Frank added. Mikey blushed a bit before insisting they hurry home. They walked out before getting separated in the sea of people. Considering it was dark, that really didn't help. Mikey usually lagged behind when they went anywhere, so he was sure Gerard and Frank wouldn't notice anyway. All of a sudden, a strong hand roughly grabbed his shoulder and pulled him back behind something. Another hand clamped itself over his mouth. Then again, Mikey had no energy to scream anyway, since he was busy processing the situation.
"We're sorry." A familiar (-ish) voice said solemnly. Mikey was about to say something before some blue sand was blown at his face. He could see the world begin to fade to black.
"C'mon, hurry. We've got to get him to..." Mikey didn't hear the rest as he fell into a deep sleep.
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Mikey's eyes barely fluttered open. It felt like there were bricks on his eyelids that prevented him from opening his eyes fully. He tried to look around but found everything was slightly blurry. He wasn't wearing his glasses, he realised, as he spotted them sitting on a desk. He had a blanket draped over him and still had the clothes on from last night. He felt the bed he was sleeping on moving slightly.
Shit. He was on a train.
Mikey wanted to get up, walk around, find Gerard. Unfortunately, he couldn't. He put two and two together: he was kidnapped and on a train to another town or something. He wanted to scream or call for help or do anything, but he couldn't move a single part of his body. He watched as the lady from the previous night entered the room. They locked eyes for a moment before she dashed out of the room and yelled something to someone named 'Wentz'. She returned not long after and sat down next to Mikey. Her hair was tied into a braid and she was wearing a tank top below an oversized sweater. High-waisted shorts, high top Converse and a sweatband rounded out her outfit. Usually, Mikey would be drooling at her, but at that moment, the most he could do was mumble.
"You shouldn't be awake... How are you awake?!" She asked him, unaware she wouldn't get an answer. Mikey tried his hardest to shrug but he could only manage a feeble tilt of his head instead. Just then, the Ringleader and Sandman walked into the room.
"Pete," The Ringleader simply said before Sandman waved his hand in front of Mikey's face. Mikey began to feel energy in himself again, but decided not to move.
"Uhh... It worked, right?"
"Should be..."
"I'm fine, sorry... Where am I? Who are you people?" Mikey asked, a worried and confused expression plastered on his face.
"Oh yes, how rude of us. My name is Brendon Urie, and I am the ringleader here. This is Pete Wentz..."
"Call me Pete." Sandman said.
"... And this is Alicia Simmons."
"Hi." The lady added with a sheepish wave. Mikey briefly smiled back before Urie continued.
"I'm sorry to say, but right now, you are on a train to Chicago. You're one of us now. Welcome to Freak Show Mi Amoure." Urie finished with a confident smirk. Mikey stared at him as if he'd just told a fairy tale. However, to Urie, it was completely normal.
"But... I-I have a brother... and a family, and-and-and a life! Why do I have to do this?!" Mikey asked, becoming desperate. Alicia put a comforting hand across his shoulders. Urie sighed before continuing to speak.
"Not too long ago, we... lost a performer. A damn showstealer too... Her name was Hayley, Hayley Williams, but everyone knew her as Flamehawk. She had pyrokinesis, or the power to control fire." He said solemnly. Mikey noticed Alicia lower her gaze as he talked.
"One time, we were having a practice session. Everyone was having a good time, since it was our 50th show, or something. All of a sudden, another one of our performers, Sarah, started yelling at the top of her lungs that Hayley had burned her hair or something."
"And so, being the vain bitch she was, she wanted to get revenge on Hayley." Alicia bitterly added. Mikey placed a hand on her knee for comfort.
"So... Since Sarah knew black magic, she cast a spell on Hayley."
"Which was?" Mikey hesitated to ask.
"... She would go to sleep and relive every single bad time she had in her life. When it was all over..." Wentz trailed off.
"... Her heart stopped." Alicia finished with a heavy heart. "We all still miss her. She was a performer like nobody else. Always to happy and optimistic... and..."
Alicia couldn't finish before breaking down into tears and leaning onto Mikey's shoulder. He placed a loving hand on her head and comforted her the best he could.
"So, that is why we need you, Mister...?" Urie started.
"Way. Mikey Way. Or Michael, depending on what you want."
"Mikey's your nickname?" Mikey nodded. "Very well, Mikey. Are you hungry? Would you like breakfast?"
Mikey was about to protest until his stomach rumbled, as if on cue. He awkwardly giggled before Wentz and Urie grinned at each other.
"We'll get you some food." Urie said, walking off with Wentz not too far behind.
"So," Alicia finally said, wiping her eyes a bit, "Tell me a bit about yourself."

Notes

A/N: bloop bloop chapter two. This is way longer than the last one since I got bored h a h a. thanks for reading, hope ya like it and see you next time! <3333