3. Clown cont'd
Circus music came on as Jack-O rode in, riding a unicycle, holding four bowling pins. He threw them all in the air and juggled them, as fast he could. It was easy to tell that he was having a hard time, as he was tipping frequently, and had a nervous expression on his face the whole time. After around thirty seconds, he finally fell over and dropped all of his pins. Adam smiled. Shortie looked at him. "Kid, ya have to laugh. We busted out butts off practicing our acts."
Next, Handsome John drove next to him in a ridiculously tiny car, honked the horn, and got out next to Jack-O. Jack-O got up and asked, "Wow! That's a tiny car! Why would you have something so small?"
Handsome John chuckled. "Why, Jack-O! Didn't you notice? It's European!"
Adam made a teethy smile, although he didn't entirely understand the joke.
Shortie looked at Adam again. "Hey. What did I say about laughing? You have to laugh! Smiling ain't good enough."
Jack-O was still lying on the ground. "Hey, Handsome John, can't ya help me up?"
Handsome John laughed hysterically. "Sure thing, Jack-O!" He reached out his hand to help Jack-O.
"Hey thanks, frie-" Jack-O started shaking uncontrollably. Then, he fell on the ground again, motionless.
"Jack-O?" Handsome John asked. No response. John looked at his hand. "Whoops! I forget to set my buzzer to 'stun'!"
Adam opened his mouth, smiling and pounding on the chair's arms, but no sound came out.
Shortie looked over at Adam, furious. "Well aren't you a wise-alleck. I tell ya to laugh on two separate occasions, and ya only pretend tah laugh. What's your beef, kid?" He grabbed Adam. "No one has come here in weeks! And now we finally find some kid, and he's a smart-alleck!" He throws down Adam. "Now, I'm gonna have tah bring in the Big Clown!" Jack-O and Handsome John looked nervous. Shortie got out another remote and pressed another big red button on it, and a hidden door on the ground opened up. Out of the door rose a cage, with a thirty-foot tall creature inside of it. It resembled Shortie a little, having a the same spiked hair that he had, but was gray colored, and had white flames covering it's huge body. But the eeriest things about the clown were its lack of arms and it's levitating hands.
It was only slightly creepier than Shortie.
"Alright kid, I'm gonna give you one last chance. Laugh, or this thing is gonna rip ya tah shreds."
Adam couldn't believe this. He wasn't afraid, per se, but he was annoyed. At this point, he knew that the figure would come in just in time to save him, at which point he could run away, but this happened three times in one night. Talk about a bad day. It was starting to get a little for Adam. If he had working vocal cords, he would probably groan.
"No? Well then, say yer prayers." When Shortie pressed the button again, the sound of the slow, noisy movement of the cage doors opening filled the room with an annoying sound and intensity. The Big Clown examined his environment and jumped down from his prison. Though its face was expressionless, you could tell that it was happy to get out of that thing. Jack-O and Handsome John were running frantically to get out of the way, but Handsome John was too slow, and was absorbed by the white flame, dissolving into it's body. Shortie just smiled.
When the Big Clown got near Adam, it just stared at him for a while. It rarely got to see other people, so it always examined its victims, as it always found them fascinating.
"What are ya waiting for, big guy? Get 'im!" The Big Clown glared at Shortie, who in turn backed away. As soon the Big Clown raised its claw, something dashed into the tent, and shot the Big Clown's claw with a shotgun, destroying it.
Right on cue.
Shortie looked back, saw the figure, and recognized it. "No, not you. Please, please, don't hurt me." The sadistic clown was on its knees begging to the figure. It responded to Shortie's plea by taking out its sword, and slicing his head off. Jack-O had enough of this, and ran away to the back exit. Adam was too scared to even move, so he had no choice but to watch the fight.
The Big Clown tried to grab the figure with its remaining claw, but proved to be too slow for it. However, the figure had problems of it's own. The bullets the figure was firing were absorbed and spat out by the fire covering the Big Clown's body.
After a while, the figure stopped, dead in its tracks. Judging by it's panting, the figure looked tired of running inconceivably fast and allowed the Big Clown to grab it.
The Big Clown stared at it, fascinated by it's lack of arms. Could the figure and the Big Clown be... related?
However, this contemplation allowed the figure to fire its last few shells into the Big Clown's forehead; the only place the figure couldn't hit with a shotgun on the ground. The Big Clown dropped the figure and instead used its remaining claw to cover its wound. Sadly, its hand wasn't big enough, so the figure got out its pistol, and fired its last bullet through the opening, causing the Big Clown's body to collapse, and its flames to slowly extinguish.
After the fight, the figure stood still, allowing Adam to get a good look at it. It was gray skinned and had a cross on its face, just like the Savior, but it was hard to see, as the figure was wearing an all-black cloak and red sunglasses.
Adam was waiting for it to say something. Maybe something like, "kid, you that's three times in one night. How do you manage to get in that much trouble?" Or maybe a corny one-liner like, "well, it looks like I had the last laugh on that clown." But Adam heard nothing. The figure just watched its adversary slowly die. Silently, patiently, it stood there, waiting for the last spark on the Big Clown's body to fade away into nothingness. It stood there a good two minutes, Adam watching it with his unrelenting stare, in awe of its awesome power.
Then the figure turned to Adam.
Adam was scared at first; he didn't know what the figure was going to do. He almost fell out of his chair. Up to this point, the figure killed everything it saw without hesitation. True, Adam did get away from it twice, but that was because it was very busy fighting fanatics and Anti-Christs and Agents. Adam could just sneak away before the fight ended.
Now the two were alone.
The figure stepped closer to Adam and raised its hand, it's shoes making no sound as they hit the hard ground. Adam closed his eyes, waiting for a gunshot. After ten seconds, nothing happened. Slowly, Adam opened his eyes.
The figure gave Adam a thumbs-up. It stood there, awaiting a response.
Adam nervously raised his hand and carefully lifted up his thumb. As soon as he did that, he knew he was going to be okay. Adam even felt some bond between the figure and he, like long-lost brothers would... even though they weren't even the same species.
"There he is! Shoot him!" Police officers came from the tents entrance, firing at the figure. The figure bolted away, running towards the exit that Jack-O came out of.
Why did it spare those police officers? Was it because it ran out of bullets and couldn't fight them? Or does it actually care about some humans?
One of the officers saw Adam and brought him to his parents. They gave him the usual speech about how running away from his parents is dangerous and bad people could get to him and blah blah blah. Nothing Adam hadn't learned from his experience that night.
As his parents dragged him out of the circus tent, he looked back at the exit where the figure went, hoping he'd see it again soon.