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American Horror Story's

Elsa Mars


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Trigger Warning!

Written by: Dana

Since: Dec 29, 2014

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Eight years ago — so many things had happened eight years ago. Now and then, Elsa caught herself thinking about these old times, almost melancholically wishing she would have never left her show. Even though, Sam had to remind her of the murders during this time, and all of a sudden, a small gasp formed her pale red lips. She remembered. “Jimmy, he — saved those poor children, we had a big show this night. And, you — you are the one who kidnapped them?”

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The gasp as she realized what he was talking about and the realization in her eyes was more painful than the clown had expected it to be. He nodded slowly, old guilt creeping back into him, though it had never truly left him. “I was…and I can’t excuse what I did. I’m not so dumb as people say. I know I did a really bad thing, but I was trying to be good…honest,” he replied, only just able to meet her gaze. “I’m sure you don’t want to know why I did it. I understand if you don’t want to talk to me…”

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I–I do want to talk to you, Sam.” Seeing him like this, so kind, nearly vulnerable, made it hard to believe that he was the one who kidnapped those poor children. He must have had a very good reason; a reason Elsa would love to understand. With furrowed eyebrows, she shook her head slowly, fighting herself. “Why did you do that? What happened?”

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