Why Won't The World Revolve Around Me?

Head like a Steel Trap

"Mr. Sandman I'm sorry but you can't go," Dimitri scolds.

"I need to find my brother," Sandman growls.

"He's mine too Sandy. Let me go find him."

He huffs, and flops down on the couch, as Donnie walks in, "What should I do sir?"

"Nothing Donnie. I'll be gone for awhile."

"Yes ma'am. I'll tell Mr. Crab if you want?"

"No. Tell him nothing." Tiffany says before grabbing a bag full of things and walking out the door.

"Yes ma'am," Donnie nods once more as Mr. Kokane trails behind her.

"What do you want?"

"I'm coming with you."

"No. You're not."

"I used to work for Mr. Sandman. I know the horrors in that forest are more than you can ever imagine."

"I'm his sister. I know about them too."

"I also know how to get out of the forest, and you aren't changing my mind."

"What part I want to do this alone don't you get?"

"Tiff listen to me you don't have to do everything alone."

"This is something I need to do alone."

"Tiff-"

"I said no and that's final."

"Fine but let me know if you need help okay?"

"Okay."

"Please don't die," he said before disappearing.

Tiffany sighs and starts making her way into the forest, her ears trained for every noise imaginable. Mr. Sandman has told her about all of it. As she walks through the forest she pretty much trips over something and falls.

"Great job Tiff," she grumbles to herself getting up. She turns to see what she has tripped over, only to gasp. It was a ruined yellow top hat.

"Benzie..." She whispers picking it up. The feather, or what of left of it, immediately crumpled into ash. She frowns watching the ashes fall.

"I'm going to find you," she mutters.

"Oh really?" A hand appeared on her shoulder, and she quickly turns, but there was nothing.

"I don't want to show my face sweetheart," the man whispers, "I came to warn you. This is a suicide mission."

"Yes I am aware but he's my brother. I need him to be safe."

"But what if I told you he's dead?"

"Then I wouldn't believe you."

"Then you are a fool Miss Blews," he whispered trailing a gloved hand down her cheek.

"Why are you touching my face?"

"It's been a while since I've seen anyone here."

"If you could stop that would be great."

"As you wish," he said pulling back, she whips around trying to get a glimpse of him but only got a glimpse of a dark blue sleeve.

"So who are you?" She asks standing up.

"The name's Soul Punk."

"I don't think I know you, are you new?"

"You could say that," he smirked, "but you should turn back."

"Yeah I know but not happening."

"You must the Ringmaster will be coming."

"I'm not scared of the Ringmaster. He's quite whiny honestly."

"Oh you should."

"Look I know just about everything about this place. I'm not scared."

"But you don't know me do you?"

"No but you're not scary."

"You haven't even seen my face."

"Then show me your face."

"Turn around and I won't move," he says.

"If that's a threat I'm still not scared."

"I'm not threatening you."

She turns around only to face a man about her size in a blue suit, with a black shirt and blue matching bow tie, black fingerless gloves rested by his sides as she looked up. His face looked slender and pale; his green-blue eyes shown deviously in the fading light as did his very pale blonde hair.

"You happy now?" He grunted.

"Nice to see a face."

He shrugged nonchalantly, and suddenly grabbed his head in pain.

"Are you-"

"Stay away," he snarled glaring at me with bright green eyes.

"What? Did I do something?"

"It's Sandman. He did this to me!"

"What are you even talking about?"

"Lies! All lies!" Green liquid dripped out of his nose as his eyes glowed brighter.

"Holy crap..."

"Leave now or I will destroy you!" He screams at her as Tiffany starts to run