She Was Only A Clown Chapter 4

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 and click here to read chapter 3. 


Chapter 4

When he came to, Elwood wished the jar had broken. He wished the glass shards had pierced his neck and killed him. Because when he woke up, the pain he was in was worse than anything he’d ever felt in his life.

The most immediate pain was in his ass. He had to shit but his asshole was also on fire at the same time. Or so the thought.

After feeling an intense pressure slam into him, then retract, then slam into him, he realized, even dazed and half-conscious that he was being fucked in the ass.

Raped in the ass.

That’s what you like, ain’t it faggot?”

The next level of pain, beyond the ripping, bleeding sensation of his anus, was his face being grinded into the sticks and twigs on the ground.

And then there was the matter of his scalp feeling like it was being peeled off his head.

It only took Elwood another moment to realize he was face down on the ground and Mark was pushing his head into the dirt while fucking him.

Thump, thump, thump.

It felt like his stomach was being prodded with an alien instrument. That instrument happened to be Mark’s fat cock.

Thump, thump, thump. “Think you can kill my dog and get away with it, faggot? I’m gonna make you eat that cum then I’m gonna smash that fag jar and make you eat it, too!”

The jar in question was positioned—not unintentionally, Elwood guessed—right in front of his face on the ground.

Thump, thump, thump.

Mark was sweating and grunting. Elwood could feel the redneck’s cock swelling in his ass. He was only moments away from climax.

Elwood felt like his intestines were only moments away from turning inside out.

He wanted to pull away, to thrash around or to tighten himself up and squeeze Mark’s dick off, but with every thumping thrust, a white hot pain sucked his energy away, like a searing, smoldering fire poker was being touched directly to his guts.

It was all Elwood could do to stay conscious as the pounding picked up speed.

He knew that as soon as Mark finished he would kill him. He knew his only means for survival in that moment was to get the big sweaty dude off him before he came.

The thought gave Elwood the nauseating visual of Mark’s cock ejaculating his thick, snotty load all over Elwood’s lacerated and bleeding insides.

His right eye was smashed into the bramble but with his left eye, he was able to spot something, maybe the only thing that could save his life.

He saw the sign he’d been carrying on the road.

The end is near. They’re all laughing at you!”

He’d fashioned the sign out of cardboard and a fence post his father had discarded in the farm house’s backyard which resembled a junkyard more than the rear property of a residence. The end of the fence post was sharp.

Elwood tentatively reached a hand across the broken sticks and twisted tree limbs that poked and yanked at his stomach as Mark continued to fuck him from behind.

A few more inches and he’d have it in his grasp.

That’s when the sound of the dirtbikes crashing through the woods drowned out the sounds of Mark’s impending orgasm.

Fuck!” Mark screamed, jumping up off of Elwood in an instant.

It felt like a plunger had just ripped free from the wannabe clown’s asshole. Mark pulling out like that may have hurt worse than being fucked.

Elwood rolled over and put his hand against his ass, pulling his clown pants up over his exposed buttocks. This put him even closer to the sharp sign post.

Mark hastily buttoned his pants and yanked his filthy shirt down over his beer gut. He was doing everything he could to make it look like he hadn’t just butt raped a dude as his brothers pulled up on their bikes, casting the whole awful scene in harsh, revealing headlights.

The fuck is going on out here, dumb shit?”

That was Jacob, Mark’s eldest brother. Not only was he older than the next eldest bother by five years, but he also towered over the other three causing many to speculate far outside of earshot of the giant that the Nelson boys’ mother hadn’t always been faithful to their five foot six inch father, Brutus.

Jacob always called Mark dumb shit because, well, he was probably the dumbest of all the Nelson brothers, not that that was saying much. They were all pretty stupid, as small town rednecks went.

Faggot killed my dog,” Mark said, kicking Elwood in the stomach, which caused not an insignificant amount of blood to shoot out from his torn rectum.

Don’t look dead to me.”

That was Carl, the middle Nelson brother, or second eldest as he liked to tell people, as though that made him sound more important in the hierarchy of small town douchebaggary.

Carl’s mouth also contained the most teeth of any of the other Nelson brothers, and as Elwood would shortly discover, also had the biggest cock which he enjoyed adorning with rings and studs.

But we’re getting ahead of ourselves.

The final Nelson brother, Philip, a stunted, quiet, hairy man only nine months older than Mark, bent down over Ruby to give her a closer look.

Indeed she was still breathing. She panted in shallow, strained breaths, fluid still leaking from her gaping muzzle.

Seized up,” he said. “Aughta put ‘er down.”

Fuck!” Mark said, kicking Elwood again.

The fuck you doin’ farting around down here in the woods with the dog for anyway?” Jacob said, parking his dirt bike and killing the light, casting the whole sordid affair back into pale moonlight.

This faggot was trying to scare up kids with his clown costume. Wanted to teach him a lesson.” Mark said, shoving his hands in his pockets, seeming suddenly pensive about his decision to sic Ruby on Elwood.

Ain’t that the queer boy from down the way?” Carl asked. “Fuck he dressed up for? Ain’t Halloween next week?”

Didn’t… Didn’t do… it.” Elwood managed through the pain in his stomach and ass.

What he say?” Philip asked, still hovering over the prone canine.

You done fucked him up too much, dumb ass. He’s prolly gonna die.” Jacob interjected.

Didn’t do it!” Elwood screamed.

Yeah? Then who did, faggot?” Mark said, pulling back to kick him again.

The clown girl,” Elwood said.

Fuck is he on about, dumb ass?” Jacob asked, walking over to the boys on the ground. The other two brothers joined him, the brothers finally taking an interest in Elwood’s injured body.

Nothin’. Ain’t nobody out here,” Mark said, standing up. He was getting defensive.

You know what’ll happen if you beat this here fag so bad he dies and there’s witnesses?” Carl said, visibly angry. “Wrasltin’s on tonight. I ain’t gonna be out here in these woods all night lookin’ for no fuckin’ clown girl!”

There wasn’t no girl!” Mark said, balling his fists.

Why’s this faggot lyin’ then!” Carl said, spitting on the ground at Mark’s feet.

The two looked like they were about to come to blows when Jacob stepped between them. “What the hell is this?”

He’d spotted the fag jar laying next to Elwood’s head. He knelt down and picked it up, turning it side to side, trying to make out the contents through the cloudy glass.

Th-that’s my…” Mark hesitated. “That’s a cum jar.”

Cum jar?” Carl said, snatching it from Jacob’s huge hand. “Fuck is a cum jar?” He laughed, unscrewing the top.

He and Jacob sniffed the contents and then yanked their heads away as the rotten smell wafted out.

Holy shit! That’s the nastiest shit I ever seen, and I seen some shit!” Carl said, laughing even harder.

You keep all your cum?” Jacob asked, screwing the lid back on to contain the smell. “Why the fuck would you do that?”

Mark looked nervous. He glanced at Elwood and then back to his brothers. He couldn’t tell them he made guys jack him off. That’s why he hadn’t called it his fag jar.

Just somethin’ I do, ok! Fuck you!”

That seemed to be good enough for Jacob, he’d already lost interest, handing the jar back off to Carl who showed it to Philip behind the big man. Jacob’s eyes were focused on Elwood.

Get him up, dumb ass.”

Mark did as he was told. He grabbed the hurt boy by his shoulders and hauled him up to his knees, causing Elwood to shriek in pain.

Jacob smacked a ham-hock of a hand over Elwood’s mouth. “You scream like that again, I’m gonna cut your throat right here right now, understood, faggot?” With his free hand, Jacob reached across his belt and unfastened a boot knife, showing he was more than willing to make good on his threat.

Elwood closed his eyes tight to push away the pain, then nodded the best he could.

Carl and Philip had gone quiet in the back. Now they stood with stupid grins on their face, watching the eldest brother do his thing.

I ain’t gonna ask you but this once, ok?” Jacob grinned. “You tell me where the girl went, or I start cuttin’ shit off real slow like. Understood?”

He took his hand off Elwood’s mouth.

I-I don’t know where… s-she went,” Elwood whined. “I swear!”

The grin faded from the eldest Nelson boy’s face.

Mark slinked an arm around Elwood’s neck, holding him in place.

Elwood stared at Jacob’s knife in horror. He visibly shook while he tried to think through the pain clearly enough to decide what to do next.

Should he just lie and say the clown girl ran off in a particular direction? What if they killed him anyway after he told them? He started to cry when Mark grabbed him around the neck. He didn’t want to die. Not out here in the cold. Not wearing a fucking clown suit.

And then she was there. Just like that. Behind the Nelson boys, near where Ruby lay. The clown girl. Standing just as still, just as haunting as she had before.

Elwood raised a trembling purple gloved hand and pointed.

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She Was Only A Clown- Chapter 1

SHE WAS ONLY A CLOWN is a special serialized novella presented in weekly installments every Saturday through Halloween. 


Chapter 1

Elwood pulled the mask over his head. Now he was Skitzo Cyko the killer clown. The mask was ugly and mean looking. It had tufts of gray hair poking out from random spots as if he’d yanked the rest from his scalp in some fit of hysteria or psychotic breakdown. The face had deep wrinkles and twisted into a grin that sat too wide and too long to be human. Inside the mouth, two rows of blackened, broken fangs jutted this way and that, forming a hideous maw.

Elwood’s clothing was baggy and torn. It was caked with dirt and grime. A clown suit that had once been bright and colorful, now stained, ripped and ruined.

He wore large rubber hands that ended in long purple talons and big purple shoes to match.

As Sktizo Cyko, he trudged along the dirt road that connected his property to the main highway just outside of Hopp’s Hollow Illinois. Moaning loudly, Skitzo held up a cardboard sign that read “The End Is Near! They’re All Laughing At You!”

He lived in the boonies in a tiny town called Medora, but so did a lot of other people. All along Service Road K, pickup trucks full of rednecks and sports cars full of teenagers who went to high school with Elwood traveled to and from the laughably small town square, or commuted back and forth to Hopp’s for work.

Elwood was trying to scare them.

He’d read about the scary clown epidemic sweeping the country on the Internet. He’d seen pictures of spooky clowns standing in the woods, waving slowly at children as they hurried past. He’d decided he wanted to be one of those spooky clowns.

Skitzo stayed just off the road, shuffling through the underbrush that hugged up against a dense woods to the south of Service Road K, but close enough to the road that cars and trucks that passed by would see him. All he had to do was wait.

That’s when he heard the first scream.

Growing up, Elwood was different from everyone else. He kept to himself all through grade school, which was fine. But it was once he’d graduated to middle school that the bad shit had started to happen.

He’d be sitting alone at lunch reading a horror comic book he’d gotten from his uncle Jeff, when a group of redneck kids would come over and knock the comic out of his hands. They’d inevitably mock him, humiliate him and beat him up for what had happened. Elwood tried not to let the other kids bother him when they called him retarded. Called him a murderer. But deep down, he knew they were right.

Uncle Jeff had been his lifeline. His window into the world of the weird. Uncle Jeff introduced him to ultra violent horror movies like Evil Dead 2 and Dead Alive. He’d played cool records for him from bands like The Misfits and Iron Maiden. Uncle Jeff always made Elwood feel like being weird was cool. That watching Nascar and drinking beer while listening to crappy country music was totally lame, even though everyone in his little town did it, including Elwood’s parents.

Jeff was Elwood’s father’s brother and even though he was in his twenties, he lived with Elwood’s family in their big farm house in Medora. Jeff lived there because his kid lived there with him.

Jeff’s girlfriend Tracey had been hit by a train one night when the pair had been messed up on pills, walking along the train tracks while their son, Jacob, was at Tracey’s parents’ house for the night.

Blaming Jeff, Tracey’s parents had disowned him and since his own parents–Elwood’s grandparents–were already dead, Elwood’s father had no choice but to let Jeff and Jacob stay with them.

Jeff’s parents had him late in life, while Elwood’s parents had him early, at just seventeen, so Jeff was just as close to Elwood’s age as he was to his father’s age going in the other direction.

That created a unique bond between Elwood and Jeff. A bond that served as an anchor for Elwood. Kept him sane. Kept him rooted in the real world when all he truly wanted to do was float off into his own imaginary world where people weren’t cruel and mean and full of hatred.

That was, until the night Jeff asked Elwood to watch Jacob while he scored some more pills.

It was only supposed to be for a few hours, but Jeff got fucked up and passed out at his dealer’s house, leaving Elwood and Jacob together all night.

The farm house was huge, with a full, finished basement complete with a bedroom, living room, bathroom and kitchen. The first floor contained another kitchen, bathroom and three bedrooms, dining room and living room, and Elwood’s grandparents had added a full second floor with three more bedrooms and a bath.

Elwood occupied the basement all by himself, which served his parents just fine. They’d acted like he didn’t exist since he was old enough to feed and bathe himself.

That’s where he and Jake were hanging out when it happened.

Jake was three. All blonde hair and big blue eyes. He looked just like Jeff. The two even wore matching Spiderman shirts sometimes.

Elwood had left Jake in front of the TV in the basement living room while he went upstairs to take out the trash.

When he came back down, Jake was in full seizure.

Later, at the hospital, it was determined that Jake had gotten up from in front of the TV and wandered into the bathroom where he’d found a loose thermometer laying on the sink. Elwood had been sick the previous week, and had left the thermometer out due to sheer laziness.

Jake sat back down in front of his show and started chewing on the mercury-filled glass vial. Within moments of it bursting in his mouth, he’d suffered irreversible brain damage.

Jake wore a helmet to keep him from hurting himself as he screamed and bashed his head off the wall eighteen hours a day, every day for the rest of his childhood.

Jeff never once spoke to Elwood about the incident, seeming to blame himself for blacking out on pills and not being home to look after his own son.

But there was a look in his eyes when he spoke to Elwood–and he only spoke to Elwood when it was absolutely necessary–a look that contained all the fury of heaven and hell. A look that said, “I wish you’d swallowed mercury instead of my sweet, beautiful, innocent son.”

And then one day, Elwood came home from school and found Uncle Jeff hanging from the rafters in the barn.

That’s when the kids at school had really started taunting him. Jeff may have never blamed Elwood for Jake’s accident, but the rednecks at school had no problem doing it for him. Then, after Jeff’s suicide, they’d blamed him for that, too.

The accident and subsequent death of his uncle had caused him to withdraw even further. Only speaking to his parents or his teachers when he had to. He sometimes went days on end without speaking to another human being.

As he got older and the Internet became a part of every day life, he was able to sink even further into isolation.

When he was 17, he’d dropped out of high school and moved out into the same barn Uncle Jeff had hung himself in, converting it into a kind of loft.

These days he only ventured inside his parents’ house to eat and to shower, which he did rather infrequently since going into that house meant listening to Jake’s screaming. The constant THUMP, THUMP, THUMP of his head against the walls upstairs.

After seeing the clown hysteria on the Internet, Elwood had taken the Hopp’s County quarter bus into Hopp’s Hollow and visited Baxter’s Party Supply store to buy the clown mask, gloves, shoes and outfit.

He’d stood in the barn loft many nights distressing the fabric of the clown suit and re-painting the mask to appear even more sinister than it already did.

He’d wear the full costume, just staring, perfecting his evil clown presence. He’d come up with his name and even given the evil clown demon a back story as a tortured soul who’d clawed his way out of hell, on the run from Satan himself, trying to suck enough souls to grow powerful enough to defeat the devil in combat.

He’d never admit it to himself, but he imagined the soul in question was that of his dead uncle Jeff.

He couldn’t place exactly what had drawn him to the clown hysteria in the first place. There was just something… right about striking primal fear into the hearts of those around him who had judged him so harshly, so mercilessly all his life.

Elwood smiled at the thought of causing one of the rednecks he’d gone to school with even a moment of fright when they saw him shambling through the underbrush.

Tonight was just supposed to be a dry run. A practice walk to see how many people he could scare as he limped along the road.

When he heard the scream, he was startled enough to flinch and spin around, forgetting the Skitzo Cyko persona altogether.

He’d flinched because it wasn’t a scream of fear. It was a scream of anger.

Hey! Motherfucker!”

Elwood recognized that voice.

Shit,” he said under his breath. He only then looked up for the first time. He’d been so into character he hadn’t noticed how far he’d walked down Service Road K.

Across the street was Mark Nelson’s house. And sure enough, that was Mark Nelson standing on the porch yelling at him.

Elwood turned around and started walking back the way he’d come, but it was too late. “You think you’re funny? You think that’s cute, bitch? Scaring people dressed up as a gay ass clown!”

Mark was stomping through his yard now. He’d be across the street and on top of Elwood in seconds. There was no way Elwood could get away from him in his big awkward clown shoes. He’d either have to take them off and try to run all the way back home or confront Mark head on.

He chose the latter.

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Be back here next Saturday, September 16th, for chapter 2!