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The Scythe came down hurdyly, cleanly, and quickly decapitating a head from the torso; swiftly swinging and gliding across the ground, taking out any beings within the dark, haunted alley filled with the presence of a natural-born killer.
Stupid fucking idiots. He placed his scythe against someone’s abdomen, preparing to slice him in half. * Why am I killing lowly scum? They're not even worth killing. *
“I b-beg, please don't kill me!” The man pleaded. “I'll tell you anything, just don't kill me!” The jester paused as he was about to slice him in half.
“Enything?” as he spoke softly over the man, voice deep and rumbling, through the full mask he was wearing, pressing the blade closer to the man's stomach.
“Yes, yes, anything!”
“Where is your boss, your leader, where is he?” Clown snapped as he felt a sudden surge of pain on his right side, the sudden pain making him slice the once pleading man in half. *FUCK! There goes that information.* He backed up. *I gotta hurry this up, taking too long.* As he watched the corpse fall, before looking down to see a knife in his side, then quickly turning around to confront the bold man. When a fist suddenly came out of nowhere, connecting with the edge of his mask.
What the. He stumbled away from the force of the blow, a hand stretching out, pulling the knife from his side.
“What gives, Clown! No fight in you?” The man said as he examined the bloody blade in his hands. Clown looked up at him, standing up, the wound on his right side spilling his blood, covering his entire right side, pooling at his feet. *Who is this jurk? He just, no way he just did that. *
Clown lunged, dropping his scythe and pulling out a hidden knife from his inner thigh. The other man reacted quickly, avoiding the attack by sliding to his side. Clown reacted by quickly grabbing a throwing knife, throwing it, piercing the other's forearm, forcing him to hiss in pain. While he was distracted, Clown dashed for his scythe lying on the ground.
*I'll end this in one swipe.* The man saw him approaching the weapon. And quickly got in his way, taking his fist and connecting it to Clown’s mask once more, hitting it in the same spot, breaking the mask, revealing skin, bruised and somewhat bloody. Clown winced, biting his upper lip tumbling to the ground.
A moment later, he started hearing shouting. *Time to flee.* He shifted back up, grabbing his scythe as the police rounded the corner, flashing a super bright light down the alley, blinding Clown’s foe, giving him the chance to quickly slice his head off. And swiftly tearing the throwing knife out of his forearm.
“PUT YOUR HANDS UP.” One of them shouted, running down the alley as Clown grabbing the throwing knife, trying to get to him before he ran off. *Bye-bye.* The killer jumped up gracefully, disappearing to the rooftop before the cop could reach him.
“I hate cops, always getting in my fucking way.” Clown cursed as he danced around on the rooftop, jumping between buildings, with the sound of heavy footsteps beneath him as he approached a large, growing building. Jumping down into the alleyway behind it, suddenly felt the jabbing pain of the stab wound as he landed.
Shit, I forgot about that. Clown paused, placing pressure on the wound as he made his way to a nearby wall to lean up against. *I have no medical supplies. I was not planning for someone to stab me*. He lifted his hand, seeing the accumulating blood on it. That's not good. Clown winced as he put more pressure on it. * too much blood. Gotta find some-*
“So you're saying, a crazy killer clown is roaming around welding a scythe and has a heart covering his face?” Some random voice came out of nowhere. Clown tensed as a light slowly appeared around a corner. *Shit.* He kneeled behind a nearby dumpster. *I'm cornered, gotta find a better hiding spot, concealed. *
“Yeah, yeah, yeah, I'm looking here behind the casino for him,” the cop said to the phone, slowly walking down the alley, looking into the dumpster. While he was distracted, Clown took his chance and slipped behind the cop, slowly, yet quickly making his way out of the alley and into an open parking lot.
Within the parking lot, there were only two vehicles: the police car and a bright lavender car with heavily tinted windows. *That should do. *Clown approached the car, checking the passenger door, which thankfully was not locked for some reason, swiftly and quietly getting in, scythe still in hand.
Once fully in the car, he moved the backrest down so he could somewhat lie flat to relieve pressure on his gaping wound.* The bleeding has slowed.* He laid his scythe along the wall of the vehicle. Hiding it from view.
“Can't fall asleep,” Clown mumbled, resisting the urge to sleep, keeping pressure on his wound as the bleeding slowed. *This sucks.* He glanced down at his wound. He stayed there for multiple long, long minutes, feeling every bit of pain, from his side to his head. Keeping his attention on the cop car, waiting for it to leave. *Will that stupid cop leave already? *
It was another several minutes till the cop left, and the jester sitting silently within the purple vehicle stayed even after the cop left, heavily in pain, unable to move unless his wound would bleed more. But after about another 10 or so minutes clown started to see a figure emerge from the closed casino in front of him, approaching the vehicle.
*Shit*. Clown stilled as the figure opened the back door, seemingly not noticing the wounded assassin.
“I hate cleaning nights,” the man mumbled, voice soft and tired, swinging a backpack into the car and closing the door. Moving to the front door, hesitating to open it. *He saw me.* Clown remained still, keeping his breathing calm and controlled, continuing to keep pressure on the wound. The door slowly swung open as the man peered at him for a long moment.
“W-Who are you?” He asked, stuttering, looking at the jester’s covered face before turning his attention to the blood on his hand. “Wuhh happened?” he got fully into the car. *What is this idiot doing? Does he not see my scythe? *
Clown remained still as the man put the key into the ignition. Turning the air conditioning on, not fully starting the car.