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, click here to read chapters 12 thru 14, click here to read chapters 15 and 16, click here to read chapters 17 and 18, click here to read chapters 19 thru 21, click here to read chapters 22 and 23, click here to read chapters 24 and 25, click here to read chapters 26 and 27, click here to read chapters 28 and 29, and click here to read chapters 30 thru 32.
The clown girl wept openly, her story finished. She sobbed into her knees which she’d drawn up to her chest. She was folded like a child’s highchair, making herself look even more slight than her already petite frame suggested.
Even after the vile tale she’d just told, Elwood felt a measure of sympathy for her, even if that sympathy in turn made him question his own morality.
Then he remembered he was a piece of shit himself. Maybe not quite on the level of a murderous psychopath, at least not yet. He figured, given a few more years, he might very well have turned out exactly the same way as Kiana.
Kiana. It was so weird finally putting a name to the face of the vicious and terrifying clown girl who had massacred the Nelson brothers with such precise sadism and gusto.
Now he understood why.
“So you don’t remember anything from the woods? The Nelsons? Me?”
Kiana shook her head. “Are you gonna kill me, mister?”
“No…” Elwood said. “I’m just a guy. I’m here to–” he hesitated. What exactly was he here to do? He’d been so focused on finding the real mind behind the clown girl that he hadn’t exactly thought his plan through any further.
“I’m trapped here just like you,” he said finally.
“Can you get us out? Can you wake us up, mister? Can you get me to my mom!” She was getting hysterical again, crying and clinging to Elwood’s shirt.
“I-I don’t think so.” Elwood was again in a position he’d never been in before. A woman had never looked to him for protection, for help. The look in her eyes, the way she held on to him. He still did not have sexual feelings, but some paternal sense emerged from deep within him. Some latent gene switched on under the stress of the present insanity before him.
He did something he never dreamed he would do in his life. He pulled the girl close and held her tightly.
Then he told her the truth.
“No. I can’t. I can’t get you out of here. We’re inside of its mind. Inside the devil. Our souls. We’re trapped here, probably forever.”
Kiana cried harder, burying her face into Elwood’s chest as he explained uncle Jeff, the Nelsons, what happened in the woods, his nightmare, the dead planet, the crustacean species and everything he knew about the entity.
They sat together for a long while after Elwood had finished. They didn’t speak. He granted her all the time she needed to process what had happened to her. Hell, Elwood was still processing what he’d seen, what he’d done out there in the woods.
Finally Kiana spoke. “So we’re trapped inside of its mind. And you broke out of your nightmare to come find me inside my nightmare. But just our minds. Our bodies are still out there in the woods doing god-knows-what to bring about some kind of mass chaos event that allows this inter-dimensional alien to eat our entire planet and all the life on it? That about sum it up?”
“Yep,” Elwood said.
“How is this real? How the fuck did this happen to us of all people? I’m a psycho slut serial killer and you, no offense darling but you’re just a sad redneck with bad luck and worse friends.”
Elwood considered this for a while. “We’re bad people. But we’re the worst kind of bad people. We’re bad people who hate ourselves more than we hate the world and this… thing, this alien wants to use that hatred to eat our planet.”
“Why do you care? You’re just a white trash piece of shit, honey. You ain’t no hero.”
Elwood chuckled. “It asked me the same thing when I was trapped in my own nightmare. I don’t really know. When it showed me that other world, those other people and what it made them do. I couldn’t be like them. I couldn’t let it win. Maybe it was wrong about me. Maybe I don’t hate myself more than I hate my world. Maybe I just hate myself and much as I hate this fucking thing that’s trying to consume everything I’ve ever known.”
“And how are we gonna stop it?”
Elwood smirked knowingly, like a kid about to show his friend his dad’s porno magazine stash. “You just gotta trust me.”
Kiana looked at him, confused, overwhelmed by what she’d been told. Just as she made to respond, Mandee’s body flopped to life on the mattress.
Kiana dove toward Mandee’s twitiching body. “No! Stay dead you fucking cunt! Stay fucking dead!”
Elwood grabbed the charging girl by her shoulders and pulled her back.
“No. It’s him. He’s found us. We have to go now.”
“Go where?” Kiana said, panic in her eyes. “I thought you said we was trapped here forever?”
Elwood spun her around and headed for the open door. The chaos outside spun slowly as ever, threatening the edges of Kiana’s nightmare.
“In its mind, yes. But not in our individual dreams. I have a theory. I think I know where its brain is. I think I know where we really are.”
Kiana looked confused. “What do you mean really are? We’re not really here?”
Before Elwood could answer, it happened.
Mandee’s mouth snapped open. But she didn’t speak. Instead her throat pulsed and bubbled, causing a nauseating gurgling sound to issue from her mouth before a thick black gunk slimed out and roiled down her cheeks and chin.
Her eyes opened, searching, confused.
Two thin black insectoid legs rose out of the putrid liquid, their sharp tips pointing at the ceiling. These leg-stalks grew thicker and taller as they emerged, becoming impossibly long, causing Mandee’s head to jerk violently the segmented joints forced their way out of her mouth, each one larger and thicker than the last until Mandee’s mouth could no longer accommodate their size.
She tried to reach out toward Kiana and Elwood, even the embrace of her killer preferred to the awful fate that befell her now.
Mandee’s cheeks burst and stretched until her jaws were ripped open at horrific angles as her eyes rolled into the back of her head.
The legs bent and turned downward, their sharp, taloned ends found purchase on the mattress and the floor, lifting mandee’s upper body off the ground. The legs now supported all of her weight.
Mandee’s own legs jerked apart in the next moment. More of the black gunk shot forth, this time from the dead girl’s vagina.
A slimy green tongue slithered out of the hemorrhaging orifice, whipping around like a deadly reptile.
Kiana made a revolted noise and nearly gagged as Mandee’s legs continued to bend outward until her pussy lips stretched and tore. Sharp white fangs pierced the skin, penetrating her ripped open vaginal walls, creating a grotesque parody of a mouth where her genitals has just been.
This new beast rose up on its insect legs, the remaining parts of Mandee still recognizable hanging limp and inert, and screamed at Kiana and Elwood. Its roar sounded like a thousand different dying animals.
It crouched down and leaped across the room landing directly in front of the open door. In front of Elwood and Kiana’s only means of escape. Its monstrous body and Mandee’s limp limbs blocking completely their exit.
When it spoke, its voice was unmistakable. Elwood was right, the entity had found them.
And it was pissed.
“BETRAYERS! Ten thousand deaths would be a fate too merciful for you! I shall rend your minds in agonizing slowness, stripping layers of sanity from your shrieking psyches for an eternity of eternities! Let your insolence serve as a reminder that I am GOD here! Now and FOREVER!”
“Let me outta here motherfucker!” Kiana screamed, yanking free from Elwood’s grasp. She launched herself toward Victor’s wall of torture weapons. Her hands landed on a short ax. She tore it from the wall and lunged at the Mandee-beast, intent on chopping her way through.
Her first swing found purchase. The head of the Ax buried deep into the insect-like leg closest to her, causing a stream of bright green fluid to spew forth.
The Mandee-beast screamed, shrill and high as it pitched away from the violence.
But before she could swing the ax again, two more limbs erupted from Mandee’s ruined body, this time from her pert tits. Two huge black arms with hands tipped in sharp claws burst from the dead girl’s tender flesh, obliterating her breasts in the process.
Kiana had no time to react as the hands reached for her. She closed her eyes and braced for oblivion, but at the last second she was knocked free.
Landing on her ass she looked up at Elwood standing in her place. The huge hands closed around him, severing his arms, head and torso at the waist in an instant.
“NOOOOO!” Kiana screamed. She’d only learned of her possible escape from her endless nightmare minutes before but she’d already made the fatal mistake of putting her faith and hope in the strange little man that had invaded her dream. And now he was dead.
He hadn’t told her his plan. He hadn’t told her how to find the entity’s brain. If Elwood’s description of the votex of chaos was to be believed, even if she was able to fight her way free and fling herself through the doorway and into the psychic energy looming behind the Mandee-beast, she would be forever alone out there without another mind with which to anchor to the way Elwood’s mind had anchored to her’s when he’d found her here. She would be lost. Cursed to float in the madness for eternity.
“Better than spending one more fucking second in here with you!” she yelled, gripping up the ax, preparing to cut her way through or die trying.
And then a weird thing happened.
Elwood’s severed head rolled to face her. His eyes opened and he spoke.
Be Back here next week for chapter 35!