SimonW
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This is a fanfic I made based on an online game called Urban Rivals. People don't need to understand much but just enjoy the fanfic! 
Copyright Notice: I don’t own any product made by Urban Rivals and this is entirely fiction.
No animals were harmed in the making of this fanfic.
Urban Rivals Tales (An Urban Rivals Fanfic)
Part 1: Kharl’s Story…
It had all began innocently enough. Kharl the contortionist used to watch from the shadows the high-wire act of Diyo with avid determination. One may question Kharl’s motives as to why he would do such a thing but you see, Diyo was everything Kharl was not. He was strong, nimble and athletic, able to grace the skies above with his high-wire hi-jinks and stun the crowd with his death-defying balancing acts. Also, Diyo was blue and that was also an attention getter.
Kharl ignored the applause from the audience and held his breath, waiting for the person he really wanted to see.
After Diyo went off to the side, the lights dimmed down and a spotlight shone on the backdrop of the black and red-striped circus tent. In the spotlight was a gorgeous young-looking woman with pale skin and blue hair. She was sitting in a round circle that was held to the top of the ring with a wire. This was the lovely Maamoon, the person Kharl had been waiting to see. Wether it was the fact she was beautiful in his eyes or that he felt he and her were destined to be, Kharl could not say. In fact, he could not say much but watch with somewhat saddened bliss as Maamoon started her act on the round trapeze.
“You ain’t got a chance with her, mate,” stated a voice Kharl knew only too well.
Kharl turned his head after a second and he had to force himself to look away from the girl he secretly adored.
The person who spoke gruffly was Crassus, the main clown (and only clown for that matter) in the Freaks Circus.
With a cigar in his mouth and bowler hat upon his head, the colourful clown appeared to smirk cruelly with a twisted grin. But, with his make-up on, Kharl was unsure if it was just the clown get up or Crassus who was really grinning. Crassus was not really a friend of anyone because like they knew how to push his buttons, he knew how to push theirs.
“Why do ya say that?” asked Kharl while turning back to look at Maamoon who was upside down hanging by her feet on the trapeze ring.
“Because, you are ugly. Not only that, she never comes down for anything. Not even Diyo can get to her,” muttered Crassus with his usual gravelled voice.
At this, Kharl snapped back to what Crassus was saying and gazed away once again from Maamoon.
“What’s Diyo got ta do with all this??” asked Kharl angrily.
“Nothing. But I just wondered how you’d react,” stated Crassus heartily as he puffed out his cigar smoke as the audience cheered and he walked away onto the ring to do his act.
Kharl watched Crassus walk away into the ring and gazed up at where the spotlight was that had Maamoon in it. He knew she was still there, hidden in the darkness. He could only dream or think what she might be thinking. Yet, it all seemed so useless.
‘Crassus is right. Why would a girl like her hang out with a freak like me? What’s the point?’ thought Kharl to himself as he felt his heart sink to his stomach and turned away from the laughter of the audience that was watching Crassus and left the main tent.
(to be continued...)
Copyright Notice: I don’t own any product made by Urban Rivals and this is entirely fiction.
No animals were harmed in the making of this fanfic.
Urban Rivals Tales (An Urban Rivals Fanfic)
Part 1: Kharl’s Story…
It had all began innocently enough. Kharl the contortionist used to watch from the shadows the high-wire act of Diyo with avid determination. One may question Kharl’s motives as to why he would do such a thing but you see, Diyo was everything Kharl was not. He was strong, nimble and athletic, able to grace the skies above with his high-wire hi-jinks and stun the crowd with his death-defying balancing acts. Also, Diyo was blue and that was also an attention getter.
Kharl ignored the applause from the audience and held his breath, waiting for the person he really wanted to see.
After Diyo went off to the side, the lights dimmed down and a spotlight shone on the backdrop of the black and red-striped circus tent. In the spotlight was a gorgeous young-looking woman with pale skin and blue hair. She was sitting in a round circle that was held to the top of the ring with a wire. This was the lovely Maamoon, the person Kharl had been waiting to see. Wether it was the fact she was beautiful in his eyes or that he felt he and her were destined to be, Kharl could not say. In fact, he could not say much but watch with somewhat saddened bliss as Maamoon started her act on the round trapeze.
“You ain’t got a chance with her, mate,” stated a voice Kharl knew only too well.
Kharl turned his head after a second and he had to force himself to look away from the girl he secretly adored.
The person who spoke gruffly was Crassus, the main clown (and only clown for that matter) in the Freaks Circus.
With a cigar in his mouth and bowler hat upon his head, the colourful clown appeared to smirk cruelly with a twisted grin. But, with his make-up on, Kharl was unsure if it was just the clown get up or Crassus who was really grinning. Crassus was not really a friend of anyone because like they knew how to push his buttons, he knew how to push theirs.
“Why do ya say that?” asked Kharl while turning back to look at Maamoon who was upside down hanging by her feet on the trapeze ring.
“Because, you are ugly. Not only that, she never comes down for anything. Not even Diyo can get to her,” muttered Crassus with his usual gravelled voice.
At this, Kharl snapped back to what Crassus was saying and gazed away once again from Maamoon.
“What’s Diyo got ta do with all this??” asked Kharl angrily.
“Nothing. But I just wondered how you’d react,” stated Crassus heartily as he puffed out his cigar smoke as the audience cheered and he walked away onto the ring to do his act.
Kharl watched Crassus walk away into the ring and gazed up at where the spotlight was that had Maamoon in it. He knew she was still there, hidden in the darkness. He could only dream or think what she might be thinking. Yet, it all seemed so useless.
‘Crassus is right. Why would a girl like her hang out with a freak like me? What’s the point?’ thought Kharl to himself as he felt his heart sink to his stomach and turned away from the laughter of the audience that was watching Crassus and left the main tent.
(to be continued...)
