She Was Only A Clown Chapters 15 and 16

SHE WAS ONLY A CLOWN is a special serialized novella presented in weekly installments every Saturday. Click here to read chapter 1, click here to read chapter 2, click here to read chapter 3, click here to read chapter 4, click here to read chapter 5, click here to read chapters 6 an 7, click here to read chapters 8 and 9, click here to read chapters 10 and 11 and click here to read chapters 12 thru 14.


Chapter 15

Why won’t you kill him, Elwood?”

Whatever nerve Elwood possessed before his dead uncle spoke was obliterated in that moment.

It wasn’t the balloon-like lips parting, cracking and bleeding that shattered his wits. It wasn’t even the frog-sized purple and blue tongue poking out from behind the teeth that did it.

It was the voice.

Uncle Jeff’s vocal chords must have been ruined when the rope broke his neck as he fell away from the loft railing because the voice that escaped those ruined lips was not the deep, jovial voice of Elwood’s most cherished relative.

It was the clown girl’s voice. Except it wasn’t that either. Not exactly. It was controlling Jeff’s shredded vocal chords the way it was controlling the girl’s.

I don’t want to kill,” Elwood said, finally, trying his best not to make eye contact with the… thing hanging over him like some dead effigy of of his normal life. “I’m not a killer.” He said the last part as much to himself as to the talking corpse of his dead uncle, as if saying it out loud would make him believe it.

The truth was, he DID want to kill Mark Nelson. He wanted it badly. More than anything he’d ever wanted in his life. It was only upon his post-coital sobering that he began to have doubts.

Here, now, inside his worst memory, he was having trouble remembering what had been so exciting about the prospect of murder. Almost like he’d been possessed by another entity. An entity he’d shot out of his cock along with his load all over the clown girl’s tits.

Elwood’s apparent defiance evoked unsettling laughter from dead uncle Jeff. The corpse threw its head back and cackled.

Do you really believe any of those people out there care about you? Do you think your parents would have missed you if Mark and his brothers had slaughtered you and buried your body in the woods?”

Elwood didn’t answer. He knew the truth without Jeff having to state it. But the corpse did anyway.

They hate you, Elwood. The people who brought you into this world see you as nothing but a burden. Worse, they blame you, rightfully, for Jake’s accident and for my suicide.”

Tears flooded Elwood’s eyes as his heart sank.

Do you want to know what they secretly think but never say aloud to one another?”

Elwood knew the answer. It was palpable in the air at his home. Every time he caught his mother’s passing glance when he walked through a room. Or the way his father turned his back to Elwood any time they were in close proximity.

They wish I’d never been born,” he said, choking back a sob.

That’s right. The people in this world who should love you the most wish you’d never existed. Then Jake would be normal. Then I’d still be alive.”

Stop!” Elwood screamed, shaking his head. “Just stop it!”

Anxiety pulsed through him as he cried. He shook all over. He was maybe only moments away from a complete mental breakdown. Not because the corpse of his uncle spoke lies. But because he spoke the truth.

Then why be afraid of killing Mark Nelson? Does he not deserve it for what he did to you in his room? Or what he did to you for years after in the school yard? He has done nothing to earn your compassion, Elwood. You mean nothing. You’re barely human. Join us. Finish him.”

Elwood winced at the accusation. Barely human. His whole life he’d felt less than human. Like a waste of air. Like a burden on gravity.

Why was he hesitating? Why wouldn’t he take the final step, cross over into the corruption? Embrace the darkness that was already projected onto him even by those bound by blood to love him?

It wasn’t some sense of moral obligation to humanity. A creep like Elwood was not fooled by such notions of ethical absolutism.

It certainly wasn’t an affection or empathy toward Mark Nelson. Elwood wanted him to die. Wanted him to die slowly and painfully like his psychotic brothers.

No, it was something much more subtle that kept Elwood from giving himself over to the weird entity that trapped him inside his nightmare.

It was the look in the clown girl’s eyes. Her real eyes, human eyes.

Before Elwood could think on it further, the corpse of his uncle Jeff lifted up, defying gravity, causing the rope around its neck to go slack for a moment before the bloated, wretched thing soard forward and downward, adding impossible length to the rope until it hovered just in front of Elwood’s face.

Elwood leaped backward in fright, but he knew there was nowhere to go. Indeed, a glance behind him showed that even the doors of the barn were being devoured by the slow creep of the black oblivion, consuming Elwood’s nightmare with a maddeningly slow pace.

Facing the distorted features of dead uncle Jeff pushed Elwood even closer to the brink of mental exhaustion.

At this distance, Elwood was able to see the gouges across Jeff’s fluid-filled neck cavity where he’d reached up and tried to claw himself free of the noose after he’d dived from the loft railing.

This echo of memory, this shame nightmare Elwood was trapped inside of did not spare his other senses either. He could smell the rancid shit and gore from where Jeff’s bowels had emptied into his pants, down his legs and onto the barn floor. Could smell the coppery congealed blood violently caked all across the features of the man Elwood had considered the only person who truly cared about him.

You will join us or you will die,” the corpse hissed.

I know that,” Elwood said, feeling like he was on the verge of emptying his own bowels had it not been for the fact that Mark had pretty much rendered that an impossibility at least for a few days while his guts healed. “I’m ready.”

Ready to kill?” the corpse asked, cocking its melon-like head.

Ready to die.”


Chapter 16

The corpse made an inhuman noise, clearly frustrated at Elwood’s defiance.

A defiance which surprised even Elwood himself. He figured, with what little fissure of sanity he yet possessed, that he simply had nothing left to lose. Putting him here, confronting the very worst possible moment of his life had clearly been meant as a way to weaken Elwood’s constitution. To test his mettle. 

This had succeeded greatly. Maybe too greatly, because now, with nothing to live for and nothing left to lose, grinning with a renewed sense of purpose, Elwood’s fear and anxiety began to melt away.

He was no longer fearful of dead uncle Jeff, nor of whatever otherworldly entity that possessed the memory of him.

This entity must have sensed Elwood’s growing bravery because just as Elwood found his courage, the corpse of Jeff started to come apart. Bits of flesh, hair and bone began to swim out from the body as though it were submerged underwater.

At the cracks in the seams where this detritus escaped, that now all too familiar black matter appeared pulsing with its rows of green eyes.

Within another moment, Jeff’s body was hovering again, but all across its perimeter like some unholy outline was the creature inhabiting it, like a ventriloquist controlling a dummy.

Tendrils squirmed out from burst gaseous sacs sending waves of noxious fumes into the air as Jeff’s body continued to rise.

His face which Elwood thought could not become more hideous split down the front, the two halves falling away like broken eggs, revealing the triangle face of the thing that had set all of tonight’s fantastic and horrible events into motion.

It menaced Elwood, soaring above still hanging on to uncle Jeff’s ragged corpse like a locust clinging to its shed skin.

Enough games, child,” the thing said, no longer bothering to use the mock voice of uncle Jeff. Its own synthetic cadence booming throughout the barn. “You will see.”

The thing snaked a tendril down from the rafters of the barn where it hovered and before Elwood could act, stabbed the sharp end of the tentacle directly into Elwood’s forehead.

And you will obey.”

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Be back here next Saturday, November 18th, for chapter 17! 

She Was Only A Clown Chapters 12 Thru 14

SHE WAS ONLY A CLOWN is a special serialized novella presented in weekly installments every Saturday through Halloween. Click here to read chapter 1, click here to read chapter 2, click here to read chapter 3, click here to read chapter 4, click here to read chapter 5, click here to read chapters 6 an 7, click here to read chapters 8 and 9 and click here to read chapters 10 and 11. 


Chapter 12

Elwood caught his breath and turned around, facing his rapist. His years long tormentor.

Mark seemed to have recovered, however much one could recover from a mortal wound to the jugular vein. With the sharp end of the sign post still lodged in place, the wound seemed to have stopped bleeding, the dark brown and black chunks built up around the sharp wood indicating coagulation.

Mark was still ghost-white, but he was now lucid, his eyes clear, and full of abject terror.

N-No, no! Get the fuck away from me you fucking monster!”

Elwood should have been elated that Mark now saw him as a threat. As a demon trapped inside a clown suit. Skitzo Cyko the killer clown. That’s what he’d wanted, right? He wanted to instill fear in the town of Hopp’s Hollow, if only for one night.

So why instead was he full of dread?

Elwood was sweating again. This time a cold sweat. His hands were shaking. He was terrified. Not of Mark Nelson. No even of the otherworldly creature behind him masquerading as a girl.

He was terrified to kill.

His murder boner gone, all of his lust for depravity had melted away. He didn’t want to hurt Mark. Sure he still hated the redneck bastard, still felt the searing pain in his anus from where Mark had violently penetrated him. Still felt the throbbing of his head where Mark had nailed him with the cum jar, intending to make him eat its contents before killing him out here in the woods.

But all Elwood wanted to do at that moment was go home. He wanted to hide in his barn. To shut out the world. To forget that it contained real monsters and real murderers. He wanted to read comic books and sleep.

He wanted to cry.

Surely someone had heard the utter madness emanating from the woods. They weren’t all THAT far from the roadside. Someone was bound to see the headlights from the dirt bikes or even the green eyes pulsing across the black skin of the clown girl’s true form.

And what would Elwood say should someone crash through the tree line and find him standing there, covered in blood, body parts strewn across the clearing? That a monster girl killed her rapists while he stood on and jacked his pecker in anticipation?

His breathing became more shallow as he considered what had happened with a clear head. His fingerprints were all over the sign post stuck in Mark’s neck. His cum was dripping off the clown girl’s tits onto the ground. His blood and shit was caked on Mark’s dick. His DNA was everywhere. He was fucked. Everything was fucked.

Elwood’s panicked thoughts were broken as Mark tried to get to his feet. The sign shifted, causing the wound to rip back open, sending him crashing back to the ground, yelping in pain, putting both his hands back up to his neck to keep himself from bleeding out.

Elwood turned back to the clown girl, no less freaked out than he had been a moment before.

Her human eyes shifted up to meet his gaze for the first time. This was somehow more unsettling than her true triangle face. There was a presence behind those eyes. Not the alien weirdness of the rows and rows of pulsing green eyes that washed over the pitch black skin of her real body. No, there was something human behind her eyes.

Like there was a real girl in there.

One of us?” This time when she spoke, her preternatural voice from beyond was more forceful. This time her question was a demand. It was time. Elwood had to kill Mark Nelson.

C-can I just go home?” he said in a small voice, like a punished child knowing that the answer would already be no.

The clown girl cocked her head, seeming not to understand the request.

I-I thought this is what I wanted. I thought I wanted to be an evil killer clown. I…even believed it. But,” he looked back at Mark who now possessed a glimmer of hope in his eyes. Like he was only just now considering for the first time that he might survive this awful night.

I-I won’t say nothin’ I swear!” Mark stammered, desperate now that he thought he had a chance to live. “I’m sorry I fucked yer butt, Elwood! I really am! An’ I’m sorry my brothers did that stuff to your girl. They… they was bad people but they… oh god. They’re dead! They’re all dead!”

The dirty hick broke down sobbing, unable to process further the insane events he’d taken part in.

I just want to go home.”

Elwood couldn’t think of anything else to say. He would just wait for the clown girl to maul him like she’d done to the Nelson boys or maybe, if he was lucky, to just disappear like she’d done when Mark first showed up in the woods.

But that’s not what she did. Instead, she reached through the jagged smile of the clown mask over his head and touched Elwood’s face.

“Home.”

When Elwood opened his eyes, he was no longer in the woods. He stood instead directly in front of the double doors of the barn. He was home. Except he wasn’t.

A sense of dread hit him immediately.

He hadn’t been magically transported home like he’d requested. He hadn’t escaped the violent nightmare in the woods.

He knew exactly where he was.

It was no longer night. It wasn’t dawn or morning either. It was almost sundown. It was no longer late October. There was no chill in the air. It was summer again.

Elwood had just wandered outside looking for uncle Jeff. Jeff must have come outside earlier that afternoon. He’d been spending more and more time in the barn recently but always came inside around dusk to feed Jake. Jake wouldn’t take his food from anyone else, not since the accident. Jeff was forced to feed him baby food because he wouldn’t chew or swallow normal food anymore. He would just spit it all over the kitchen or pick it up and throw it if he was in the middle of one of his many angry tantrums.

Elwood could still hear Jake inside banging his helmeted head against the wall screaming to be fed.

But when he turned to look at the house, he saw nothing but a swirling black vortex lined with those same patterned green eyes pulsing and rippling in perfect rows across the spiraling maw of… what?

Memory, Elwood concluded, turning back toward the barn. The clown girl wanted Elwood to relive the worst memory of his life.

She wanted him to find uncle Jeff hanging dead by his neck. Again.


Chapter 13

As the sun sank below the horizon, Elwood stood staring at the barn doors. The left door was slightly ajar and the breeze kept clanking it shut only for it to slowly creek back open, as though beckoning Elwood to walk through and claim his prize. As though mocking the inevitable.

Elwood stood there a long time. The vortex behind him slowly crept forward. Even his perifreal vision now swam with swirling blackness and the ever present strobe of green eyes.

The house behind him had been totally swallowed by it, as would he if he didn’t step into the barn soon. Small threads of reality collapsed into the vortex and were sucked down, deep into the cavernous eternity of its depths.

Elwood considered throwing himself head-long into the madness to save himself from the terror of what lay beyond the door. But he was a coward. He knew this and the clown girl knew this. They both knew he was not brave enough to face oblivion. As awful as what hung inside the barn was, the prospect of an unknown fate was multitudes more terrifying.

Finally, after what seemed like many hours, Elwood pushed the clanking barn door aside, and walked into his nightmare.

He kept his eyes closed. His heart beat rapidly in his chest. He felt the crunch of gravel drive under his feet turn into the hard clay-like soil that lined the bottom of the barn. The temperature cooled as he stepped fully inside and the door swung shut behind him, finally finding its latch, closing him inside.

He stood there, eyes still closed for a long time. He figured eventually the vortex of eyes would creep its way inside the barn and swallow him up if he didn’t get on with it.

Keeping his eyes closed was useless anyway. Every time he closed his eyes he saw it. It was the first thing he thought about when he woke up in the morning and the last thing he thought of before he fell asleep. Anytime his thoughts strayed they led him back to this moment. Ever since he came home and found–

Elwood opened his eyes.

–This.


Chapter 14

At first, when Elwood found uncle Jeff he’d thought it was a dummy filled with hay hanging there, swaying gently back and forth.

The head, the face was all wrong. Elwood couldn’t process it. It was purple and round. The lips were bulged like sausages. Dark liquid was caked and dried under the nose and the eyes.

Oh god the eyes.

Gah… gah,” was all Elwood managed to get out. He remembered like it had just happened. He’d reached his arms out and stumbled forward, like if he could just hurry up and get to Jeff, somehow the violently dead corpse would magically come back to life.

Jeff must have come out to the barn very early that morning, while the rest of the house slept. Elwood hadn’t noticed him missing because Elwood usually slept late. Jake’s tantrum tonight must have been extra bad because he’d missed breakfast and lunch.

It didn’t matter how much the boy wailed, Elwood’s parents just ignored him like he wasn’t there. Like he didn’t exist since his accident.

They hadn’t said anything to Elwood before he’d wandered out to the barn looking for Jeff, but that wasn’t uncommon. Elwood’s parents sometimes went days without speaking to him, perpetually parked in front of their living room television while he came and went from the basement unabated.

Here in the nightmare, Elwood mimicked his past movements. He stumbled forward, grabbed the railing to the stairs that lead to the loft portion of the barn and tried to run up the steps, falling several times as he continued to blurt, “gah! Gah!”

In the nightmare, the loft hadn’t been converted into Elwood’s living space yet. It was still full of junk. Debris from a time when Elwood’s grandfather, Jeff’s father had operated a lawn service.

Jeff had tied the thick twine rope to a stack of lawn mower engines and leaped off the balcony railing.

Elwood in a state of fevered panic had grabbed the twine and yanked, trying to pull Jeff’s corpse back into the loft. He yanked violently enough to rip open the palms of his hands.

At some point he’d started yelling. Yelling as loudly as he could, yelling over and over again until his even his parents who ignored everything had run through the barn doors.

But no one came this time. This time it was just Elwood and Jeff and no matter how much he screamed, his parents would never come.

Suddenly Elwood was back on the ground floor, staring up at the lifeless body of Jeff, swinging there. The look on his dead, bloated, awful face a mixture of surprise, regret and agony. Like he hadn’t died from the fall. Like he’d hung there a long, long time still alive. 

And then something happened that had never happened before. Not on the day Elwood had found his uncle hanged, not in the countless times he’d re-imagined that awful moment.

The corpse spoke.

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Be back here next Saturday, November 11th, for chapter 15! 

 

 

She Was Only A Clown Chapters 6 And 7

SHE WAS ONLY A CLOWN is a special serialized novella presented in weekly installments every Saturday through Halloween. Click here to read chapter 1, click here to read chapter 2, click here to read chapter 3, click here to read chapter 4 and click here to read chapter 5.


Chapter 6

Foolishly, Elwood remained terrified of Mark Nelson. As though the rage-filled redneck would tear the sharp post from his neck wound and stab Elwood with it like some crazed movie villain.

In fact what happened was Mark Nelson shrank away, pawing at the deep wound. He drew his blood-soaked hands away and stared at them with wide, disbelieving eyes. All of that hate and rage drained from his face along with his color. His pale features trembled like he was suddenly a child scolded too harshly by his mother.

Mark dropped to his knees in front of Elwood and looked up at him, as if he couldn’t believe that the man he’d so recently been violently raping was capable of returning that violence in kind.

Elwood looked at his captor with a curious indifference, already resigned to a terrible death out there in the woods. His act of defiance didn’t fill him with hope or adrenaline. He didn’t imagine a daring escape into the darkness.

No, instead Elwood felt something he’d never felt in the presence of another person in his entire life.

He felt aroused.

Elwood never thought of himself as gay, especially not after the incident in Mark’s room with his fag jar. But he had also never been able to make himself aroused at the sight of a naked woman.

He’d experimented with gay porn on the Internet, but it was more out of curiosity about his sexuality than carnality or lust.

He had managed to bring himself to beat off to both straight and gay porn at different times, which only confused the matter further.

In truth, by the time uncle Jeff had died and Elwood had retreated to the solitude of the barn, he had maybe masturbated a half a dozen times. He could not now, standing there before Mark Nelson in the woods, remember the last time he’d achieved an erection. Sexuality was just too confusing for him. He’d shut out that particular biological function and assured himself that he was just a weird asexual anomaly.

But now he had a murder boner.

Mark collapsed onto his back, spurting blood from around the sign post sticking out of his neck. He was bleeding badly, but as long as the post stayed in his neck he would live a few minutes longer, Elwood guessed. It’s not like he had any experience killing anyone before.

But man did the sight of that blood, that abject fear and helplessness in the eyes of his attacker turn him on.

He’d never had this kind of power over another person before. Hell, he’d never had any power over a person before. He’d spent his entire life as a meek and timid little shit. The only time he’d ever been considered in charge of any situation was the one time he’d been left alone with his cousin Jake, and look how that turned out.

But this? Intoxicating.

He took a step forward. Mark flinched away, shielding his neck like a wounded animal, blubbering and begging Elwood away, crying for the fake clown not to hurt him.

Elwood couldn’t decide whether to finish the pathetic Nelson boy off or take out his dick and jack off on him. He supposed he could do the former after the later.

Or would it feel better to cum on his corpse?

These morbid thoughts were interrupted after a time by the sounds of the other Nelson brothers screams.

Jacob, Philip and Carl hadn’t heard Mark go down. Nor had they heard him blubber and beg for his life. They were busy finish up their dirty business with the clown girl.

This god damn slut’s puss is too tight!” Carl said, grunting harder. “I caint hold my nut no longer!”

Wait a damn tick now,” Jacob said, beads of sweat rolling out from under his filthy trucker hat into his ratty beard. “I got somethin’ special in mind for this whore. Don’t be blowin that load till I say!”

He’s right, Jake,” Philip said, rolling his hips as he plunged his ringed cock in and out of the clown girl’s relaxed mouth. “I got a damn nut brewin, too. Her holes’s too small to fuck with for too long. I’m fixin to slather her lil face in ball-butter if you don’t come on with yer grand plan!”

Just hold it! Think about fuckin’ granny or somethin. I want us all to bust in that there cum jar and then shove it down this skank’s throat!”

Ain’t no good!” Carl said, panting now, trying to keep his hips still, but Jacob’s dick smashing in and out of the clown girl’s asshole was creating enough friction against Carl’s cock stuffed inside her pussy by itself to make the shirtless redneck blow his wad. “I LIKED fuckin’ granny!”

The three men howled in unison again as Jacob leaned down to pick up the partially spilled jar of semen.

His laughter was cut abruptly short when he wasn’t able to remove his penis from the clown girl’s rectum. The jar remained just outside of his reach. As he went to pull out to give himself the extra inch he needed, he was stuck.

Dang,” he mumbled. “Ya’ll ain’t kiddin. Bitch is tight!”

He rocked his hips back again, but found himself held fast.

Beneath him, Carl too tried to exit the clown girl’s orifice. “My dick’s stuck!” he screamed, thrashing back and forth. “My damn dick’s stuck!”

Philip laughed harder. “Quit fartin around! Let’s nut on this bitch and get to killin’ her. I ain’t missin’ Hell In A Cell rasslin’ over a dumb ass clown.”

But as he tried to pull his cock out of the clown girl’s mouth, he too was unable to remove it.

Now the three rapists were shouting and screaming and doing no more laughing.

Elwood glanced over his shoulder, maniacal grin on his face. He watched as the three Nelson boys thrashed and punched at the clown girl, cursing and begging and praying to be let go.

Aw, jeez Elwood!” Jacob cried. “We was only playin’ We didn’t mean nothin’ by it! Tell your girlfriend to let us go!”

Elwood stumbled over toward them as though drunk. His eyes were glazed over and his boner was ragin hard as ever. “Not Elwood,” he said, slowly pulling the clown mask down over his face.

Name’s Skitzo Cyko. I’m a killer clown. Just like her.”


Chapter 7

Elwood watched the Nelson brothers wail, one hand absently rubbing the boner straining the front of his pants.

One second, the clown girl was still on her hands and knees–the Nelsons smashing her in the face, back and arms with their fists, trying to rip their cocks out of her body with no success–the next moment she was standing. Just like before, she hadn’t actually moved, just… phased to a new position.

This only increased the complaints from the Nelsons, as they were not only seemingly fused to the clown girl by their penises, but now they were hanging from them. “Lawd Jesus in heaven kill me now!” Carl screamed, flopping underneath the clown girl’s spread legs. He hung only inches from the ground, gently swaying back and forth like an empty swing. He clawed at her hips, trying and failing to pull himself up and take the weight off of his straining penis.

Jacob was fairing no better behind him. The big man was tall enough to keep his feet on the ground, but the way the clown girl was standing and the way his cock was stuck up her ass, he was forced to kneel forward, but even that wasn’t enough to take the strain off his dick. To make matters worse, Carl kept bucking and kicking his legs out from under him, causing him to constantly lose his footing and end up with his dick supporting his full body weight, which was considerable.

In fact, none of the Nelsons weighed less than two hundred pounds. A trait that usually worked in their favor as they were able to bully and intimidate virtually anyone in town. Tonight, however, that was not the case.

Philip had it the worst. Being in the clown girl’s mouth meant that he was hanging from the highest up and had absolutely nothing above him to grab onto to counter his weight. Indeed after only seconds the sound of the tendons in his pelvis ripping free matched his screams.

Pop! Pop! Pop!

Understandably, Philip wasn’t able to make many coherent words as he whined. He sounded more like a dying goat than a man dangling from a naked, supernatural killer clown girl in the middle of the woods.

Elwood only laughed at the men’s plight. He was suddenly having the time of his life. It then occurred to him that as Skitzo Cyko the killer clown, he could do anything he wanted. So he pulled down the front of his baggy clown trousers and jacked his murder boner off right there in front of god and everyone.

He was unconcerned about Mark Nelson behind him. What was the worst he would do? Try to get up and run away? He was in a real bad way and wouldn’t get far. And if he tried to pull the post from his neck? He’d be dead before he made two steps. Elwood was content leaving him behind him stewing in his own pain and fear for a few minutes while he watched the Nelson brothers in front of him suffer.

That’s when the clown girl moved.

She was instantly standing in front of Elwood and while it startled him, it didn’t make him piss himself like when he’d first seen her take her face off. It almost made him cum, actually, but he was so unused to sex, he was doing a good job holding his cum back.

While the girl had moved, the Nelson boys had not. However, instead of their dicks sticking out of her orifices, three thick black tentacles now extended from her back. They were made of that same deep dark anti-color that Elwood had seen before when Mark’s dog had attacked her. They also shimmered the same iridescent green as rows and rows of eyes pulsed from the clown girl’s back, all the way to their tips which still firmly held the Nelsons’ cocks.

He smiled and continued to stroke his dick as the thing that pretended to be a clown stared at his boner.

I’m one of you now. Look,” he said, stepping aside, showing off the work he’d done to Mark Nelson.

The redneck kicked his legs, making a weak attempt to crawl away. The entire front of his clothes were soaked in his blood and his face was chalk white. He wouldn’t last another few minutes.

The clown glanced from Elwood’s dick to Mark, then back at Elwood, all of course without appearing to move at all.

One of us?” she said. Her lips did not move. In fact, the sound didn’t seem to emanate from the clown girl at all. Instead it hit Elwood like a series of waves radiating from the forest itself.

Her voice was low and husky, yet feminine. It contained the sort of base one would expect from a goddess or a demon.

Elwood nodded. The clown girl reached up, deliberately using her actual appendage instead of just phasing her limb in place. She gently touched Elwood’s clown mask, running her long, slim fingers over its grotesque nose and sharp teeth.

She did the same to her own clown face with her other hand, then slid that face away, revealing the black, shimmering triangle-thing that passed for a face underneath.

She pushed Elwood’s mask up, revealing his all too human face.

He felt embarrassed again. Inadequate. He wished he was like her. He wished his skin was made of… space or a black hole or whatever the fuck it was the clown girl was made of.

One of us?” she repeated.

Elwood cast his eyes downward. “No,” he said meekly.

No,” the clown girl said. “Not yet.”

Elwood looked up, surprised.

The clown girl slowly turned her head toward Mark Nelson. Again deliberately going through the physical motion as to best communicate her her intention.

Mark lay dying in the dirt, his eyes glassy. Garbled moans escaped his bloodied lips along with a series of small bubbles, indicating his impending expiration. 

Elwood looked at the bloody redneck then back at the clown girl not understanding.

What? Do you want me to kill him?”

As if in answer, she turned her attention back toward the other Nelson boys.

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Be back here next Saturday, October 21st, for chapter 8!