The Beast Within

The chill never left. Rather the core seemed hot as the core of a star coated in a chill of ice covering it. This feeling must be what occurred long ago before time. When the Earth was young and the Ice Age dawned on the very volcanic awakening of a new world. The new world gave way to Ice coating the ball like a blanket holding back something unrefined.

Paul Neuman's core made him feel sick, made him feel dirty. He took on an illness through the seasons and could not go back to the doctor that filled him with the uneasiness. His fever made him forget that what exactly occurred. He could only recall his features. Paul Neuman could only remember his head poking out of the door in a protective manner, not to insinuate he waited for harm, but for trouble. His mannerisms definitely showed something in his tired expression. Dr. Gallagher more than warmly received him, but his words couldn't be recounted, his actions spoke louder. Paul Neuman could try to go back, but if he were to find that the doctor really was not what Paul Neuman thought he was then it might shake him to his core.

Paul Neuman also couldn't recall why his fever made him want to leave the complex. Maybe he wanted to see if anyone took his Jaguar or even looked at it. Nothing. The keys still curled up on the hood, but the winter days were not kind. Paul was just about to go back up to take a short cat nap when he heard something awful. Awful, but curious. He walked on and on down the street. He came upon the carnival and it overwhelmed him, this would be a perfect time to observe what people like at the carnival, what they buy.

It wasn't until night that Paul Neuman could not take anymore. He couldn't believe he groomed himself as best he could before he entered. This was not the business opportunity he thought it would be. The prizes could did not seem to be of any worth, it seemed as if they could be more plausible meals than the actual concession stand sold. Still he felt caged. He took all night to find an exit, surely his tracking skills dimmed as he could have sworn he marked his exits because of the immediate disgust he felt as he entered. If Paul Neuman learned anything it was how a carnival so scrapped up could still make money. Had it not been his keen sense of vision at night he wouldn't have escaped.

If it weren't for the clowns. Maybe he could rest his mind.