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Monstrous winds whipped at the brothers faces. Two silhouettes’ withdraw in the bleak snow. The tall brother grasping tightly at his little brothers hand. Moriz-the eldest brother with an age of 7- had dull blue eyes, dirty blonde hair and wore tattered remains of what used to be a navy blue shirt and thick thermal trousers. Rurik- the younger brother with an age of 4- had murky green eyes, grimy fair brown hair and also wore tattered clothing with a thin shawl to try and keep him warm. Both brothers where in dismay, battered and broken; on the run from an abusive father they had been running in the relentless and unmerciful Russian snow storm. Weak from their starved state and mother nature against them they began to slow down. Hypothermia starting to set in the boys began to sway and lose there balance. Falling to the snow the boys clutched each other in a feeble attempt to keep warm. “Is this the end, brother?” Rurik wheezed. “ No, everything will work out. Just like mother always said, ‘ if you never give up then you will never lose.’ ” “ Do you think mother is waiting for us in heaven?” Moriz turned to his brother and smiled down at him.” Of course. She’s always been waiting.” Rurik weakly smiled and closed his eyes. “ Will you sing for me brother? ” Softly the brother began to sing to his sibling.

'''Вы исчезнуть со всеми своими благими намерениями И все, что я все, что я не мог бы назвать Как, кто принесет мне цветы, когда все закончится И кто даст мне утешение, когда холодно'''

Shivering in the snow their visions began to blur.

Никогда не говори прощай

Weaker and weaker, Moriz’ voice began to fade.

'''Вы исчезнуть со всеми своими благими намерениями И все, что я все, что я не мог бы назвать Как, кто принесет мне цветы, когда все закончится И кто даст мне утешение, когда холодно… ''' Just before Moriz lost consciousness’ he saw a shadow move from the corner of his eye and heard

Я всего лишь человек…..

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Groaning the two boys shifted around. Moriz felt his hand grasp some sort of fabric and felt an alien warmth around him. Quickly opening his eyes he found him self to be in a room. ‘What?’ he thought, ‘ How did this happen?’ now assessing the room as his blured vision cleared up he noticed that he and his brother where laid-tucked in- on a king sized bed flowing with thick, heavy purple blankets. Looking around the rest of the room it was quite bare-apart from an old pine cabinet and draws.

Shaking the shoulders of his brother Moriz was on guard; after all who wouldn’t be if you just woke up in a strangers bed room after nearly dieing from an abusive parent and hypothermia? After a few attempts Moriz succeed in waking his brother. “ where are we?” spoke Rurik gazing at the room. “ is this heaven?” Hahahaha A sudden laughter burst from outside of the room. Startled by this Rurik hugged his brother tightly for protection. Seconds later the laughter came to a halt. The brothers gingerly proceeded to the end of the room where beams of light protruded from the darkness. ‘We need to get out of here.. Wherever here is..’ thought Moriz as he held out a hand towards the light.

When his hand reached the light it was met with another fabric, confused Moriz pulled on the fabric, making light flood into the room. When there eyes adjusted to the new brightness the boys where met with a sight that made them become frozen in awe. In front of them stood a gigantic carnival! Flashing lights, a sea of purple tents, a merry-go-round and so much more submerged the boys in wonder. Never before had they seen such wonderments, never before had they witnessed so much… purple. In there daze the brothers failed to recognise another presence. “You like it, da?” Shocked the boys jumped and backed away from the voice. Rurik hide behind his older brother. “ there is no need to be frightened. I do not wish to harm you.” Right in front of them, there stood the owner of the voice. A very tall man- at least 6”8- with pastel grey skin, short pointy ears, half his hair black as coal and half his hair rainbow loomed over the boys. Moriz noticed the man had two different eye colours, one red the other white and had purple face paint carefully placed around his mouth and eyes. The mans attire was that of a clown, half his suit black with silver checkers, half his suit red with yellow stripes, red boots with gold trim and yellow bells on the toes, thin black pants and half silver and half yellow bells around his white collar. Rurik gasped and tightened his grip on Moriz’ tattered shirt. Moriz noticed this and looked at his brother, clear fear was etched into his features. Following his brothers fearful gaze Moriz saw the mans hands; which where in fact like claws. The mysterious man had stayed completely still as the children examined his appearance, watching the every twitch and movement they made. Rurik screamed and clung to his brother in a bone breaking hug. Moriz, now startled by his brothers sudden actions looks up at the man to see what had struck so much fear in to his brother. Eyes widening and mouth gaping Moriz backed away from the man; for what he saw was the mans grinning face. In the mans mouth where normal teeth should be where sharp razor like teeth on the left side of his mouth and piranha like teeth on the right.

“ What are you?!” Moriz backed away more, now holding his younger brother…..

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A small frown graced the clowns lips, then shifted in to a light smile. “That is the wrong question children. The question should be ‘who are you’ “ Never taking his eyes of them he bowed slightly. “ I am Bartov. Bartov the Magnificent!” placing his clawed hands on his waste he stood proudly, watching the children’s reaction. They shook slightly with eyes still wide and mouths gaping. Bartov took a tentative step forward. |Moriz took a step back in sync with Bartov making Rurik move back too. Bartov saw Rurik gazing at him from behind his brother and sent him a sleek smile. The petite boy felt a sudden relief and weakly smiled back. Stepping out from his position behind his brother, Rurik gingerly advanced towards Bartov. “what are you doing!?” Moriz grasped at his little brothers shoulder. “ he said he didn’t want to hurt us and he did save our lives.” Rurik replied. Moriz thought about his brothers words, he was right, this clown did save them. Nodding at his brother they turned and warily walked to Bartov.

Once in front of the being in question the two boys shifted nervously as they peered up at his tall stature. Moriz was the first to break the unnerving silence. “ thank you for saving us.” Bartov’s smile widened showing the boys his jagged teeth. “its quite alright.” Rurik being the inquisitive youngster he was clutched one of Bartov’s hands and ran his little fingers over Bartov’s large clawed ones. Bartov slightly shocked froze under the child’s touch.

Rurik giggled. “ your hands bigger than my face” Smiling down at the boy, Bartov calmed no longer frozen in shock. “ you know boys, we’ve been stood here for quite a while. And I find that rather boring don’t you? There’s an entire carnival around you to explore! So why don’t I give you a tour?” Rurik gasped, excitement bubbling inside him. Turning to his brother he bounced in his spot. “ can we?! Please?!” Moriz looked at his brother then Bartov, feeling a sort of relief he agreed. Both boys had never been to a carnival before and where eager to start exploring. The boys began to walk off towards the Ferris Wheel, if only they had looked back, they would have seen Bartov standing there with a ominous aura surrounding him, his irises like slits and a malevolent grin upon his darkened face.

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The boys where in awe and wonder as they rushed around the carnivals attractions. Bartov sauntered behind them, taking large strides, with his head glancing down and bangs covering his eyes. After playing hook-a-duck and getting candyfloss from one of the food stands the boys began to wonder over to one of the larger purple and white stripped tents. The tents opening was closed with the flap down, keeping the containments of the tent out of sight. As the boys reached the tents front, Moriz reached out for the flap. “NYET” a booming, deep Russian accented voice stopped the boys dead in there tracks. “B-Bartov?” Rurik asked concerned. Both boys turned to the clown. He was hunched over slightly and breathing heavily, his head hung downward and his hair swayed with his movements. “Nyet. That is my tent. It is private. You may go wherever in the carnival but you must never go in my tent.” the boys where shocked, Rurik was concerned about Bartov but |Moriz felt that there was something wrong here. “ I’m going to go get a drink. You boys may wonder around the carnival whilst I’m gone. I’ll catch up to you later.” his voice was scratchy and had a very deep accent to it, unlike before. Bartov turned and walked in the opposite direction to the children. Moriz and Rurik watched him walk away. After he was out of sight the boys turned to one another. “do you think he’s ok? He didn’t sound very well.” Rurik looked in the direction Bartov had walked off in. “ I think he may be ill. Remember when mother got ill she-” “I don’t think he’s ill.” “then what’s wrong with him?” Moriz looked at the tent Bartov claimed was his. Frowning, he walked closer to it. “Moriz? Bartov said that-” “I know what he said.” “then why are you going near it. Its private, you should respect privacy. Like mother always said.” “ but why is it that we can go anywhere in the carnival but here? What’s so special about this tent?” Rurik walked over to his brother side. “what’s he hiding…” Moriz whispered.

Looking at one another Moriz and Rurik came to a silent agreement. They walked up to the tents opening, Moriz grabbed the flap and through it open.

The boys faces contorted in disgust and fear. In the opaque tent they saw heads of people showcased on mahogany plaques, like hunters do with deer. Their faces disfigured and sown, with glass eyes replacing their real ones. Torsos hanging from meat hooks in the far left of the room. Blood and intestines litter the ground, mold and fungus grows on the floor and on some carcasses. On selves in the middle of the back wall stand jars filled with various organs and a yellowish fluid. Flies swarm around the dead and rotten bodies, the stench is so over whelming the boys vomit. On the right wall, hung on stands, are weapons; knives, axes, saws and weapons the boys cant even recognize. All of the artillery is rusted and blunt, only making them more sinister. To the right of the boys where cages, varying in size, many had blood staining them and bits of rotten flesh or hair fibres court in the bars. In the middle of the room where two table like structures. |Moriz recognized the one on the left was used for Waterboarding, as he had once gone to a museum with his mother and they showed a table just like that. The left table had shackles where the hands and feet would be positioned and was stained red with blood. In the far right corner sat a desk and chair. Needles and threads scattered on the desks cracked pine frame. Next to the desk hovered a balloon, but not an ordinary balloon, no, this balloon had a human face. The material the balloon was made from was human flesh, stitched together and pumped with helium. You could see the persons last emotion on the balloon. Pain. Unmistakable agony. Skulls and various bones where in a heap on the floor near the desk. The boys where frozen. Petrified. What had they witnessed? Could that clown really have done such horrific things? Both boys stare at there surroundings. Shock. They couldn’t move. A shadow loomed over them.

'''Разве я не говорил тебе не приходить сюда. Разве я не .... '''

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Turing the boys saw him. Bartov. His irises where nothing but slits, his hair wild and a crazed grin on his darkened face. The sunlight shined bright behind him giving him an angelic like glow, but nothing about him was angelic. No, he was pure evil manifested. The boys screamed but before they could turn to run Bartov grabbed them, his claws digging in their exposed skin drawing blood. Crying out the boys flailed and thrashed trying to escape his grasp. Grapping at the hand holding them, scratching, biting, kicking, trying feebly to find freedom. Bartov dragged them further into the tent, letting the flap drop down behind them. Approaching the cages Bartov kicked open one of the smaller ones, throwing in Rurik and slamming the cage door with his now free hand. The boys screamed out for one another. Bartov dragged Moriz to the centre of the room and slammed him down on the right table, then proceeded to shackle him. Moriz pulled on the shackles, for there age they where extremely strong. Giving up on his efforts he turned his head towards the cages where his brother was held captive. Tears streamed down the boys faces. Their pleas and cries for mercy fell on deaf ears.

Bartov shifted around, pacing back and forth in font of the weapons, accessing each one. Stopping in front of one of the many knives he ran his index claw along the blade, savouring the noise. His smile widened, eyes glistening with a demented look. Throwing his head back he laughed. The same crazed laugh the boys had heard when they woke. Picking up the small skinning knife Bartov turned and sauntered over to Moriz. Running the knife over Moriz’ clothed stomach Bartov watched the boy tense and whimper. Grabbing the boys tattered shirt Bartov sliced at the fabric, he then did the same to the boys trousers. Removing the now rags of clothes Bartov turned to throw them into a pile in the far corner of the room, Moriz was now a shivering, cowering mess chained naked to the table. Rurik watched his brother and screamed pleas to Bartov only to be ignored.

Bartov turned back to Moriz and grinned down at him. “Why are you doing this?” Moriz whimpered. “Because its what I was created to do, da?” Bartov replied grinning, running his claw along the blade. “c-created?” “Da. Created….” Bartov’s smile dropped into a flat line. His eyes became clouded and distant, sadness graced his features. He brought the knife up towards his face, twirling the knife watching it gleam. Bartov then began to sing quietly.

'''Был девушка вся в белом, и она была одинока, Только желая отомстить человечеству, Она была издеваются в течение ее жизни, И она была одинока ....'''

Getting louder with each word his gaze became more vacant and lifeless.

'''Умный и мудрый, Она новый, как создать новую жизнь, И она получила работать план, Чтобы соединить ДНК, Чтобы создать что-то, что бы их платить…'''

His lips turned upward in a smirk.

'''Чтобы заставить их заплатить ….

Turning his somber gaze to Moriz he savoured his fearful stare. Bring the knife down he placed it at the boys side. Gracefully gliding the knife down, slicing Moriz’ side open. An ear piecing screech came from Moriz, writhing on the table. Bartov placed the knife down beside him and delicately slid his claws under the skin flap. Grasping the skin Bartov began to slowly pull the skin upward, separating it from the muscle. Moriz in agony squirmed around on the table, only making blood pour out more furiously from his wound. Rurik watched his brother and cried, begging Bartov to stop. For his small and fragile frame Moriz was losing too much blood, coughing and hacking he began to spit up blood. Rurik watched as his brother took his last breath and went limp, his hands making the shackles clink once more.

Bartov watched the life drain from the boy, watched as the light faded in his eyes. Rurik pulled his legs up into his chest and sobbed into his hands. “why?!” he cried. “ if you where just going to kill us why didn’t you just leave us in the snow to die” “ Because you would not have suffered.” Looking up Rurik jumped backwards, Bartov was kneeling in front of the cage- Rurik didn’t even hear him move. Moving as far back as he could until his head hit the back of the cage. Opening the cage door Bartov reached in and grabbed a fist full of Rurik’s hair. Rurik plead to be released, for Bartov to have mercy. “what are you going to do to me?” Rurik wailed. “well I’ve got something special for you. I’ve got someone I’d like you to meet. Your brother however, once I’m done with you I will come and complete skinning him then turn him into on of my balloons, for you see am running low on them.” flashing a grin at Rurik, Bartov hauled him out of the tent and down to a obscure, ominous tent. Inside the tent stud one lone cage, thick bars and large entrance door with padlock made the cage unnerving. Bartov stud and held Rurik in front of him. A low growl came from inside the cage. “here Temnota. I have a treat for you.” Bartov called. Glowing golden eyes came from the darkness. Paws pounded on the ground, sending tremors toward Bartov and Rurik. Out from the darkness came a colossal grey and black lion. Its glowing yellow and red eyes stared at Rurik.

Bartov shoved the boy forward. Rurik yelped and the lion roared, baring its gigantic canines. Bartov laughed and walked up to the cage door, he reached into his pocked and pulled out a key. Unlocking the cage, the door swung open. Rurik stood frozen staring into the lions piecing gaze. A monstrous roar the lion bellowed and pounced on the small boy. Bartov watched Temnota maul the boy with a satisfied grin. Walking back out the tent Bartov glanced over his shoulder. “ When your done Tem, you can wonder around again. You know where to find me if you need anything.” Exiting the tent Bartov strolled back towards his tent. Looking at it he stopped, then continued walking towards the entrance of the carnival. Once he reached the carnival gates he gazed out at the Russian waste land. The snow sparkled and looked so pure. Smiling Bartov signed. He than laughed psychotically…

Let the games begin……

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Flowers for a ghost (c) Thriving Ivory Bartov and the plot (c) Indiya J. Gooch wish to see more? You can at Alphablue666 @ DeviantArt.com Child Bartov photo can be viewed here:http://creepypasta.wikia.com/wiki/File:1604.JPG 