She Was Only A Clown Chapters 22 and 23

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Chapter 22

So I me this guy. Wait, I gotta back up. I met this girl. I like to go out. I like to get weird. I’m a slut, ok? There’s nothing wrong with that. It’s my body and it looks fuckin’ good. I’ll do what I want with it while I’m young and tight, ok?

Anyway, so I go out. I go to bars, clubs, whatever I’m in the mood for. Sometimes I dress classy and go into the city and let well paid businessmen or huge black athletes take me home and fuck me while they whisper how pretty I am in my ear and tell me they’re gonna buy me all kinds of fancy stuff. Most of the time I gotta block their numbers from my phone cause they won’t quit callin’ me.

And sometimes I like to dress like a skank and find the dirtiest, filthiest biker bar in the county and let a group of nasty ass, toothless, methed-out bikers take turns pounding my asshole with their hairy peckers while they spit on my back and tell me I’m a bigger whore than their sisters. I ain’t ever gotta block their numbers. Most of them crank-heads never even ask me my name before they butt-fuck me.

Look, I was raised in Hopp’s fucking Hollow, Illinois by an alcoholic single mother, after all. I ain’t better than nobody, just cause I’m pretty and have big tits. Momma might have raised a slut, but she didn’t raise no rude ass bitch.

Anyways, one night while I was out whoring around, I met this girl. Well, I’d seen her around a few times before and it always pissed me off cause she had a better ass than me and she had her face all pierced up, looking all goth and interesting and shit.

The boys at the lame sports bar we was at were paying a helluva lot more attention to her shaking that bubble butt stuffed into a pair of black tights with skeleton legs printed on them than they was to my best deep-cut cleavage shirt. The one that made my boobs look like were twin titty-planets floating in fuck-me space. 

First time she invaded my slut territory, I ended up having to go home with some pimple-faced nineteen year old jock who blew his load all over me before he even got it inside me. I mean, fuck man, I shaved my pussy for that?

Next time I went to that bar was purely out of spite. I did my hair up big, spent a whole hour on my eyeliner wings and broke out the best cocksucker red lipstick I owned. And you better believe I showed up late so I wouldn’t be stale meat when little miss pierced ass showed up.

Sure enough, when I waltzed in with my knee high hooker boots and belly shirt with my tiny leather jacket barely holding in my tits, all them faggy football players’ eyes was on me.

I got my pick of the litter that night and got my pussy and ass split in half by a pair of quarterbacks in from college. I had to ice down my crotch the next day it was so blown out from those big hard dicks.

Guess the war was on after that cause me and that skany fat-assed bitch both made that dumb little bar our permanent hangout.

Joke was on us though cause after a few weeks we’d both done fucked everybody in that bar worth fuckin’ from the owner’s coke-head son to the black line cook in the back with a tongue longer than most white boy dicks.

About the time I was ready to give up on the place and let skanky-face have it, she came up to me one night and introduced herself.

Hey, I’m Mandee.”

I thought about lying and telling her I already knew what her name was cause all the guys in the bar had told me her pussy stank and she gave shitty head, but I decided to be nice and just tell her my name was Kiana so we could get on with whatever the fuck she wanted to get on about.

So, whatever’s going on with our little slut rivalry here is getting kinda lame.”

I just nodded and sipped on my Long Island Ice Tea admiring how well she was able to fade the dark purple shade of her lipstick into a light pink on the edges giving her mouth a wet appearance that made me want to kiss her more than fight her.

We’ve both fucked every great dick and most of the lame ones that this bar,” Mandee said, playing with the straw in her margarita. “And every other bar this town and two towns over has to offer, for that matter.”

She had that right.

I say we team up,” she said, beaming a huge smile at me that had my pussy practically crying. Mandee was pretty as fuck.

Team up how? Like schedule our days at bars in advance so we can maximize the number of fresh dicks we stuff up our hungry cooters?”

Mandee laughed. It was a full bodied laugh, high and feminine, like a lioness calling the rest of the pack in for the kill.

You’re as funny as you are sexy,” she said, giving me a sly, side eyed glance as she took a sip of her drink.

Same,” I said, smirking.

I’m saying, let’s make this more fun for ourselves. Let’s fuck these bozos together!” Her eyes got wide and intense as she laid out her pitch to me.

Mandee and I became besties after that. We’d meet up every night, play dress up with each other, do each other’s makeup and go out to pick up dudes.

Sometimes we’d play games with each other. I’d dress Mandee up in the lamest mom-pants and poofy bangs combo I could manage, then sit at the bar snickering into my booze as the dudes still relentlessly tried to pick her up.

Other times she’d bet me that I couldn’t keep a Russian accent going all night, from the time we hooked up with a dude to when he was pounding my asshole raw on my living room floor several hours later.

Lemmie tell ya, trying to fake an accent in the middle of an ass-gasm from a 10 and half inch black dick while Mandee’s velvet lips sucked on my pussy like a fuckin vacuum cleaner attachment was hard fucking work.

Mandee and I became so close, she ended up moving into my apartment after a few months of slutting it up together.

She became my best friend. Our best move, the move we saved for the guys with the biggest dicks or at least the ones who knew how to use their cocks the best was a one-two punch of whoredom.

We used both of our strengths like a Frankenstein slut. I’d lay on my back and make the dude fuck my huge tits while Mandee would straddle my head, facing forward so her juicy booty was right in the guy’s line of sight. I’d eat her pussy and finger her butthole while the dude plowed my cleavage. Ain’t no dude EVER hold a load back more than five minutes after we put our super-move on him, I’ll tell ya that.

You might think I got the raw end of that stick, seeing as how I was getting Mandee off with my fingers and mouth while the dudes got to blow their load all over my titties and face, but I didn’t complain a bit. I had the best tasting, sweet little pussy grinding on my face, pulling my hair and a thick cock sliding between my tits, dude twisting my nips and squeezing my boobs.

I’d cum two, even three times some nights just playing with my own sopping wet little cooze while all that was going on.

Suffice to say, life was pretty fucking great for a while. Hell, I’d even considered proposing to the bitch a few times we was having so much fun together.

Everything in my life was fucking wonderful. And then we met him.


Chapter 23

One night Mandee and I were out at this bar a good forty five minutes outside Hopp’s Hollow. That night, we had a bet going on to see how many hand-jobs each of us could give under the tables and in the bathrooms before the end of the night. The loser had to pay the tab.

I was up six handies to four when Mandee came walking back from the bathroom with a hunk and a half.

I mean this dude was pretty. He was tall which is always a plus. What easy bitch doesn’t love a tall dude? He was lanky, too which Mandee liked more than me. I’m into huskier dudes. The kind who can lift you up and sit your pussy on their face right there standing in the middle of the room kinda shit.

But this dude wasn’t too skinny. He was just long. Long arms, long legs, long neck. He was dressed really nice. Even had on a little sports jacket. Well groomed. He had a small beard that was trimmed neat at the sides of his mouth and wavy black hair that was definitely moosed into place.

He topped all this off with a musky cologne and a firm handshake that confirmed to me that Mandee and I would be pulling our tits and ass routine on this dude back at our place before the bartender could signal last call, handjob contest be damned.

Hey, I’m Ryan. Mandee said you’re her roommate?”

I like to think of myself as her love slave,” I said, winking at him, cutting through the bullshit as fast as I could.

Ryan smiled. “Mandee said you were a wild one. We’re gonna put that to the test tonight.”

Mandee leaned in, all eyes and teeth, more excited than I’d seen her since we took a whole college basketball team back to my place and let them play beer pong with our assholes as the cups.

He’s got ecstasy and he’s into bondage,” she said, giggling. “I tried to give him a hummer in the bathroom but he said he wanted to save the fun for his place.”

We didn’t normally go home with dudes. We weren’t trying to get raped or nothing. Our lifestyle worked best when we brought guys back to our place where we could keep an eye on them and make them leave whenever we wanted.

I trusted Mandee so if she wanted to get all weird and twisted up on drugs and let a stranger tie us up and fuck the piss out of us, I was game.

The three of us dosed up, finished our drinks and walked out the door.

Twenty or thirty minutes later, me and Mandee were butt naked, making out in the back seat of Ryan’s SUV while he drove us up a dirt road in the middle of nowhere.

Should we have known better? Fuck yeah. But something about the dude, how much Mandee was into him and for sure the massive amount of drugs we were on clouded our judgment. The fact that Mandee’s plump ass was pouncing up and down on my face like she was teaching a pilates class on it as Ryan drove us up to a creepy deserted farmhouse didn’t help matters any.

Holy Texas Chainsaw Massacre much!” Mandee squealed as we piled out of the car, stumbling into the massive front yard. Only a single light in a room on the second floor illuminated the house from the inside.

Ryan laughed. “It was my grandpa’s place. My parents are too old to take care of it so they let me have it. I stay here when I’m in town on business.”

Mandee pulled out her cell phone while I steadied myself by holding on to her shoulder, struggling to put my shoes on in the full throes of my ecstasy trip.

Mandee tried to take a video of the giant house. “Damnit, no reception out here in the fuckin’ boondocks!”

Guess you girls are at my mercy,” Ryan said, making his eyes big and wiggling his fingers at us in mock fear.

Guess so,” Mandee said, smirking. “Hope you don’t tie us up or nothing.”

Oh I’ve got much more than that in mind for you ladies.”

With that, we walked into Ryan’s house. Mandee dramatically slammed the door behind us screaming, “We’ll never get out alive!”

The awful thing is, she was right.

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Be back here next Saturday, December 9th, for chapter 24! 

She Was Only A Clown Chapters 19 thru 21

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Chapter 19

You’re not like the others on this planet, Elwood. You are one of my chosen. You will live forever inside of me. Kill the boy. Join the girl. Strike fear into the hearts of men around the world.”

Why clowns?” Elwood asked, no less unsettled by Jeff’s hanging body. “It was bugs on that planet. Why clowns here? How will clowns cause…” Elwood thought about the planet-wide chaos that had befallen the gas world the entity had showed him. “…That?”

Uncle Jeff slowly drifted back down from the barn’s rafters to Elwood’s eye level. His seams were still split, sharp black tendrils still poked out of him at every angle giving him the appearance of a deranged pin cushion or voodoo doll.

There is no singular symbol on Earth like the corrupted insectoid life-form on the industrial planet. Nothing which by mere appearance would cause mass panic.”

What about the devil?” Elwood asked, sensing that the power struggle between he and the alien life-form was slowly turning in his favor. He became more bold and defiant as the moments passed. “What about God?”

Those concepts are lost on your people. They have become so lost in their fantasies that the unreal has become as common as the real. And yet, subtle fears remain embedded deep in your species’ collective DNA.

The clown. The faceless man. The sinister hiding behind the sublime. The trickster. The fool. There is a primal unease about a man who is at once human and inhuman. Full of emotion yet lacking authenticity. Every culture on Earth has a clown figure. It does not cause mass panic in the streets. Not yet. But after tonight? After the slaughter of the Nelson family. After continued sightings and random violence caused by my clown-shrouded acolytes in cities and countries spanning the entire planet. Before long, your whole world will run in fear of the clown. And we, you and I and the girl and the others that I’ve blessed with my corrupted touch, you special few, we shall show this planet delicious fear unlike it has ever seen. And we shall feast.”

Elwood pondered what the thing in front of him said. After a few moments, he looked his dead uncle in his bulging, bloodshot eyes and said, “What if I say no?”

The entity was taken aback. It stuttered through Jeff’s lips, then smirked. Clearly it was not used to being questioned by the weak-willed, broken beings it preyed on from world to world.

Elwood doubted it had expected him to do more than curl up into the fetal position and beg to be released from the nightmare.

But what the alien world eater hadn’t anticipated was that Elwood had long ago accepted his place in the world. That the very reason he’d donned the clown outfit in the first place was because his deeply entrenched self loathing had begun to turn sour. Had normalized. Had become something that Elwood had begun to revel in.

Of course that would manifest into psychotic behavior. The entity had anticipated that. Had “chosen” Elwood and all the others because that emotional switch had been flipped inside them. That detachment from their fellow people. That isolation, that loneliness. But Elwood felt empowered by it, not enslaved by it.

He continued to smile at dead uncle Jeff as the thing searched for an answer to his question.

You belong to me,” it said, finally. “Your mind, your body, your very essence lurks inside of me forever and always. It is your choice to accept my gift of eternal life, to use that gift to aid in the destruction of infinite worlds like this one, to gorge yourself on the suffering and death of untold billions. Or you can die like a dog. The choice is yours.”

I’ll pass,” Elwood said, turning to face the barn doors, to face the yawning infinite blackness before him.

There is no escape! You will never return to your world!” Uncle Jeff screamed, straining against the rope wound round his neck.

Not trying to go home,” Elwood said, stepping headlong into the chaotic portal of death energy. “I’ve got someone to see.”


Chapter 20

Elwood was on fire. Every inch of his being was torn in different directions. It took great concentration to remind himself that he had no being, no body. His body was presumably still standing in the woods by the Nelson house. Was he like the clown girl now? A husk. A slave to the whims of the planet eater? Here, inside it, he was simply a consciousness stuck inside the titan body of a celestial monster bent on devouring his planet.

When he’d floated out here before when the entity had first dragged his consciousness out of his body, he’d sensed he was not alone. The entity had been there, of course, like it was now, an omnipresent force, like a malignant tumor pressed against Elwood’s brain.

But he had sensed another.

He’d sensed the girl.

The alien had touched him with the clown girl’s hand, had sucked his consciousness up through hers as a conduit.

Elwood could sense that presence now. He followed it like a dim road map, coursing through infinite pain, infinite darkness and near madness.

He held onto the girl’s presence like a far off beacon just barely lighting the way in a torrential storm threatening to capsize a boat.

Elwood fought, swimming against a current of chaos, a labyrinth of horror, inching ever so closer as time spiraled onward and onward until again its very notion was nonsensical.

Elwood’s non-corporeal essence swam toward the clown girl forever, unrelenting, never tiring, like a bloodthirsty shark smelling a fresh victim in the water.

And then he was there.

He was inside her mind.


Chapter 21

She sits huddled in a dark corner of the back room of a small house. She is not wearing clown makeup. She’s nude. Her heavy breasts heave as she sobs, defying gravity as they hover above her tiny waist. Her hair is pulled back into a messy ponytail. Her makeup and mascara are smeared all over her face.

There is also blood and semen caked there.

She sits next to a bare mattress soaked in blood. On the mattress is the body of another girl.

She’s dead.

Her throat is wrapped in wire which has cut through her windpipe. Dark dried blood covers the front of her nude body. Her breasts are much, much smaller than the living girl’s. She’s covered in tattoos. Her lips both upper and lower are pierced. Even in death she’s beautiful. A gorgeous corpse. She seems like the she was the kind of girl who would have appreciated that.

Elwood entered the room. When the living girl saw him she whimpered and tried to cover up her huge boobs, a mostly futile effort, but Elwood appreciated her modesty even in the horrific situation she found herself in.

She tried to scoot away, but was clearly too exhausted from whatever ordeal she’d just been through to put up any sort of fight.

I’m not here to hurt you,” Elwood said, kneeling to her level. He reached out to touch her bare leg, an attempt at reassurance that ended with the girl scrambling over the corpse and running for the open doorway into the hallway.

Only there was no hallway. The yawning blackness met her at the door, rotating slowly, nipping at the corners of the door frame, inching ever so slightly forward into the room. The same as it had in Elwood’s nightmare.

A-am I in hell?” the girl asked, finally, turning to Elwood. “Are you the devil?”

Elwood blushed. She’d dropped her hands, revealing the huge areola and nipples that jutted up and out from her breasts. Exposed her flat stomach and shaved pussy.

Somehow here, inside of her mind, without the clown makeup and otherworldly movements, she seemed so much more vulnerable. So much more feminine.

A kind of hell, I guess,” Elwood said, trying to regain his composure. He glanced at the floor so as not to stare at the girl’s nakedness. He was not attracted to her. Not anymore than he’d been attracted to her in the woods in all her paint. But as a real woman, he felt empathy for her. Compassion. Or the closest proximity to compassion a fucked up, damaged being like Elwood was capable of.

Why are you doing this to me?” she asked, sobbing again. “Why are you making me re-live this over and over again?”

It eats your fear,” Elwood said softly.

What?” She started to hyperventilate. She was going to have a breakdown any moment. Another breakdown of many, Elwood guessed. How long had she been trapped like this? Weeks? Months? She must have tasted so good to the alien thing using her body like a murderous puppet.

I-I didn’t do this,” Elwood explained. “It’s… a long story. I’ll explain everything, just… just believe me when I say I’m here to help you.”

The girl didn’t seem convinced. She stood in the doorway shivering, taking shallow breaths, scratching bloody ruts into her arms with her fingernails.

I want to go home! I want my mom!”

I don’t think we get to do that,” Elwood said, sitting against the wall. I don’t think we get to do anything like that ever again.”

W-why not? Because… because of what I did to Mandee?”

Elwood glanced again at the corpse sitting next to him. Mandee. Her eyes were half closed, glazed over. Her mouth hung in a sensuous pucker. She looked as though she’d enjoyed her death.

You did this to her?” Elwood asked.

Yes,” the girl said, crying. But she moved closer to Elwood.

This is the worst moment of your life,” Elwood said. Not a question, a statement.

The girl nodded, inching even closer, still timid but clearly beginning to trust the boy who’d invaded her nightmare. Elwood imagined how hard it must have been for her in here all this time. The entity could have made it seem like she’d been here lifetimes, alone. Suffering for her sins.

Does she… Talk to you?”

Sometimes.”

Sit with me,” Elwood said, motioning to a bare spot on the floor on the opposite side of the corpse on the mattress. “What’s your name?”

The girl obeyed. She sat cross legged facing Elwood, arms still covering her naked breasts. “My name’s Kiana.”

My name’s Elwood, and I’m stuck in this nightmare with you.”

Kiana smirked and sniffled away snot from her nose. “Some fuckin’ place to meet.”

I need you to tell me exactly what happened here,” Elwood said, reaching up, pulling the drapes down off of the window in the far corner of the room. The exposed window didn’t show the world outside. Of course it didn’t. Outside the window was just more of… it. More seething, endless blackness. 

He wrapped the thick cloth around Kiana’s shoulders, covering her nudity.

She took a deep breath and told him everything.

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Be back here next Saturday, December 2nd, for chapter 22! 

She Was Only A Clown Chapters 17 and 18

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Chapter 17

Elwood was no longer inside the barn. For that he was thankful. But the feeling was fleeting, for only several moments later he realized he was no longer inside of his body.

His consciousness was traveling. He couldn’t see. He couldn’t even feel, but he was cognizant of a vast sense of distance and time passing. Washing over him, through him. This went on for what felt like aeons. Lifetimes. The lifetimes of entire universes.

And then everything stopped.

Somehow this state of stasis was even more dreadful than the nightmare in the barn, than the Nelson brothers, than the endless non-corporeal travel.

Was this death? Had the thing in the barn finally tired of Elwood’s defiance and ended his life?

No. Elwood was not dead. He knew this because even without a body or senses, he could feel… it.

It was still with him. It had brought him here to this outer blackness. To…

…Its realm.

A pinpoint of light appeared in the distant darkness. And then Elwood was rushing toward it. It grew impossibly large, impossibly fast and so bright Elwood believed his eyeballs would melt from the sheer brilliance of it until he remembered that he had no eyeballs because he had no body.

And then in the next instant, he hung suspended in space above a planet. It wasn’t like any planet he’d ever seen in school science books or even in science fiction shows on television.

This planet was black, the same black that formed the semi-fleshy body of the entity in the barn. At least that was Elwood’s first impression. As titanic, planet-wide tendrils roiled and whipped, Elwood realized that the actual world was underneath. Brilliant green patterns coursed across the tendrils like huge storms.

Then, after a time, maybe years, maybe centuries or millennia once there was nothing left below, the tendrils unwound and swam through the aether with the grace of some gelatinous sea creature, leaving nothing but crumbled debris in its writhing wake. A life ender. A planet eater. 

This is what I am.

The voice was everywhere. It consumed the entire vacuum of space. Elwood would have thought the voice was inside his mind if he’d had a mind to be inside of.

And then Elwood was hovering above another planet. This one much large than the last. This one contained a civilization far more advanced than Earth. Its gaseous oceans glowed a bright pink and enormous artificial formations enveloped the entire world, shifting slowly, each mega-structure a smaller part of a gargantuan whole.

Many space vehicles buzzed from the planet’s surface to various platforms and doorways in the mega-structure. Some flew out beyond the planet on some space voyage unbeknownst to Elwood’s disembodied consciousness.

And there, yes there, above even those monolithic, cyclopean formations was It. The entity. Hungry for a new planet to consume.

The vehicles passed right through its knot of blackness as it writhed out there in invisible silence. Elwood imagined he was able to see what the inhabitants of the planet were not.

The creature, the thing, occupied a dimension beyond real space. Its black tendrils snaking down through the cracks and crevices of the mega-structure, down into the vehicles and even onto the surface of the planet itself.

The tips of the tendrils touched the minds of some of the humanoid creatures busying themselves with various tasks all across the gigantic world.

This is where I live. In the minds. In the darkest corners of their being. This is where I speak to them.

Like you’re speaking to me now?” Elwood responded, not understanding how he was able to communicate without a mouth, or even a brain for that matter.

Yes, but you, you Elwood, are special. You are one of the chosen.

With that, Elwood’s consciousness drilled down to the planet’s surface where huge iridescent purple forests dominated the landscape and vast oceans of pink gas flowed with deafening waves hundreds of feet tall breaking on artificial energy dams built to keep the noxious fumes out of the impossibly huge cities with buildings that twisted up into spires so tall Elwood was not able to see their tops from this new vantage point.

All manner of alien species busied themselves on the streets. This planet was clearly some kind of intergalactic hub. Some sort of megatropolis. And here, where the entity had plopped Elwood’s disembodied consciousness down was one of its tendrils.

This tendril was attached to the back of the neck of one of the alien beings which inhabited the planet. It seemed that the predominent species was a tall, slender yellowish creature with skinny limbs and large hands and feet. Their heads were covered with thick red fur that travled down their backs.

This was by no means the only species packed onto to the huge sidewalks, scurrying into the buildings and running across the glass-like streets, but there were more “yellows” than any other aliens.

The tendril connected to one such yellow who stood, dejected in an alley jutting off from the main throuroughfare.

Elwood could hear the entity speaking to the yellow through the psychic tendril. He could not decipher the alien language, but whatever the entity was saying was making the yellow more upset. It shuddered and cried, putting its head in its hands, shaking back and forth.

And then, as if coming to terms with its fate, the creature stood upright and pressed a series of buttons on a device attached to its wrist.

Instantly the form of the yellow changed. It was no longer a tall, slender alien, but now was hunched and gnarled. While still bipedal, it now resembled an insectoid porcupine with many spindly limbs jutting off from a shelled carapace. Strangely, there was greenish fluid leaking from decayed fracture points all over its new body.

The bug-thing staggered from out of the alley onto the packed sidewalk.

Mass chaos ensued.


Chapter 18

The original inhabitants of this planet were infected with a highly contagious virus brought to the planet by the yellow settlers. The entity was speaking directly to Elwood, narrating the insanity exploding on the streets below.

The crustaceans were sentient, albeit on the low end of the scale, similar to Earth’s primate species. They inhabited large swaths of nutrient and resource rich land near the gaseous coast lines. The yellows tried to systematically exterminate the species to make room for their mega structures as they teraformed the planet to be a natural gas refinement hub of their intergalactic empire.

Only the very poisons they used to eradicate the crustaceans mutated them into creatures like the one you see below. The green fluid leaking from its body is a symptom of a hideous disease that afflicts the bodies of the yellows which causes them slow, violent excruciating deaths.

The crustacean plague nearly wiped out the imported population of the planet and delayed plans for the gas refinery for hundreds of years until they were able to get the plague controlled and eventually eliminated.

The denizens of this planet have not seen a crustacean in nearly three centuries.

As the entity explained the strange history of the giant gas planet to Elwood, a wave of panic spread out over the alien population below. The crowd flared outward, opening like a flower trying to escape the yellow masquerading as a diseased crustacean. As they did this, many citizens were caught unaware, minding their own business, walking down the sidewalk, suddenly finding themselves trampled and crushed under a frothing mob.

Within seconds the panic reached the outer edges of the first city block. Aliens screeched and screamed, sending the message across thousands about the crustacean sighting. Waves of creatures stomped their fellow pedestrians and ran into the streets causing the blue-energy powered hover vehicles to smash into one another and mow down still more pedestrians.

In less than a minute blood flowed freely across the smooth glass streets and howls of pain and panic rang out for miles.

This, the entity explained, is the creature the people on this planet fear the most. It is the one thing that can illicit a reaction of panic and terror any time, anywhere in the world. This is the face of true fear.

As the yellow aliens and the other species ran, stomped, flailed and died all around the crustacean, a small group of brave aliens circled the thing. They each held small metallic objects in their hands. Elwood reasoned that these aliens were the police, or what passed for police on the planet.

Before any of the aliens could fire their weapons, the tendril attached to the back of the crustacean’s head, seemingly visible only to Elwood from his disembodied, omnipotent point of view, sprouted many protrusions out of the body of the crustacean the same way it had done with the clown girl’s body back on Earth.

Elwood was beginning to understand why he was being shown this scene.

The tentacle limbs darted out, skewering, slashing and mutilating the aliens with much the same precision and violent sadism as they had the Nelson brothers.

As these aliens lay dying, translucent tubers emerged from the tendrils sucking up a weird glowing energy that wafted off of the murdered bodies like steam from a pot of hot stew.

More tubers sprang forth from the larger tendril attached to the crustacean’s head and began to vacuum up the glowing energies rising up from the bodies of the trampled and mangled corpses strewn throughout the city block.

Feeding, Elwood reasoned. The entity fed off the suffering and dying life energies of its victims.

As the diseased crustacean loped off, chasing the crowd of thousands, causing much more chaos and mayhem, Elwood’s consciousness floated upward as the entity changed his perspective once more.

Now he was high enough that he could see thousands and thousands of tendrils snaking down onto the planet’s surface, attached to other alien creatures wreaking similar havoc on a global scale. Even the citizens working on the vast refinery scaffolding that encased and orbited the planet were not immune to the entity’s puppet strings.

Space craft smashed into mega structures, causing massive explosions resulting in giant plumes of alien life energy to seep out into space, only to be sucked up by endless tubers snaking from the tendrils attached to the entity’s invisible body hovering, looming, leering over the impossible scene.

Elwood was witnessing the planet’s death. A helpless specter. A paralyzed god. Seeing all, able to affect none of it.

Time stretched onward, days, weeks, months, the chaos never abating. The entity growing larger and stronger with each terrified, pain-filled death until virtually the only life left alive on the planet, were the creatures whom the entity had used to instigate the world-wide genocide.

Elwood’s perspective was rushed back down to the surface. By this time, he’d become accustomed to being hurtled about like he was some film camera on an expensive Hollywood film set.

He was back in the city square. Back with the original crustacean who had started all of the bloodshed.

The tendril attached to its head pulled away and slithered back up into space.

The crustacean was surrounded by the dead. Heaps of bodies as far as the eye could see. Rivers of blood flowed so deep the ornate glass streets were no longer visible.

There, on top of it all, the crustacean pressed several buttons on its wrist. The hologram disappeared. The yellow alien hung its head, exhausted.

It knelt there, head in hands and sobbed.

Elwood imagined that whatever awful truths the entity had whispered into its ear were as bad or worse than the ones it had made Elwood endure back on earth in the barn as it impersonated his dead uncle.

Before he’s able to follow this thought through, the yellow alien begins to change again. But this time, it did not morph with the aid of its holographic technology.

It screamed in agony as its limbs began to fuse to its sides and its whole body began to stretch upward toward the sky.

Great rips and gashes tore open along its length and opened wide. There, inside them, were glowing green eyes. It’s skin turned from vibrant yellow to the deep, empty yawning black that Elwood could now only associate with dread.

In seconds, the yellow alien was no more. In its place rose a long tentacle spiraling up into space to meet with the host body. Across the planet, thousands of other tentacles did the same.

They are the chosen, Elwood. The entity cooed, like an adoring father. They are my children. They will live forever through me because of their duty and sacrifice. They remain within me. They ARE me. We are one in the same.

As you shall be.

And then Elwood was back inside the barn. Back in front of dead uncle Jeff.

And he knew what he had to do.

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Be back here next Saturday, November 25th, for chapter 19!