Lovely, Lovely Freaks

Prologue

The cars of equipment were all in a line, driving down the dark, empty freeway. No other cars in sight. Rain was flooding the roads, the moon was full and shining behind the dark, thick layer of clouds. Jethrow leading the pack, Scar in the truck behind him. Suddenly, the whole line was held at a dead stop. Everyone began jeering their heads, rolling down windows, anything they could to see why they had come to this sudden stop. Several crew members were yelling out the windows, horns were honking, but their leader still refused to move the caravan forward. The leading truck's door creaked open, the fearless leader emerged and there, in the midst of the road, stood a man with a hunched figure, ragged clothes and hair, barefooted, clown face paint along with a severe amount of blood smeared across his face. Several of the male crew members followed suit. The mysterious man was wide eyed and distraught. "They're coming. They're coming for us all! We can't stay!" The mysterious clown exclaimed, grabbing ahold of Scar's shoulders and shaking him, before falling to his knees.. Jethrow put his hand on the mans shoulder. "Who is it, my friend, who is coming? What have they done and where is your crew?" The man began to convulse, quick, slurred words escaped his lips as Jethrow tried to make sense of the scene occurring before him, but nothing was discovered, for our distraught, hysterical clown fell right there, in the middle of the road, and passed. The entire crew fell silent. One by one, they began to get back into the trucks, until Jethrow was the last one standing in the pouring rain.