THE STORY BEGINS...
Jhope closed the diary he had been reading since morning. He is tired but seriously looked up and stare at the wall..hundreds of thoughts started to fill his mind. Minutes later finally got up from his chair and grabbed his bag. He put the diary along with a flashlight, two batteries, a camera, a recorder , and some money and lastly his hand reached out one last item
....A GUN....
He checked the gun from all angles before hiding it behind his back. Then he closed his bags zip and carried it on his shoulder. Jhope glanced the wall clock and texted someone before putting his phone inside his pocket. After everything was set, he left his apartment. He stood on the footpath waiting for a cab since he doesn't want go with the car . It was late at night but to his luck minutes later a cab was coming down the street where he was standing. He showed his hand and the cab stopped. Jhope paid and stepped out of the cab thanking the driver. The sound of the cab driving away became faint and completely disappeared after some time leaving Jhope all alone on the creepy road. He had his flashlight on. His footsteps never sounded so loud before. That's how awfully quiet the darkness around him was. Nevertheless he was walking with his head high. His hands didn't tremble when the cold breeze touched his delicate skin. Instead his grip tightened around the flashlight. His heart was pounding loud against his chest but it wasn't fear. No he was way too far from feeling that. It was beating loud reminding him he could never let it tremble. He could never allow his courage to get touched by fear. Atleast not today, not now...
BECAUSE HE HAS A PROMISE TO KEEP TO SOMEONE WHO IS COUNTING ON HIM
Finally after 25 minutes of walking Jhope stood in front of the old gate he always saw in pictures before...His fingertips brushed against the gun's cold metal. He then stepped closer to the gate.
MR.CLOWN : AND THATS THE END OF TODAY'S SHOW...
As soon as the applause filled the circus. His dark red lips lifted up, forming a huge grin on his pale face. He raised his both arms to his sides and turned 360 degree to all directions looking at his very own audience. He then did a full fancy bow which every performer does when act ends. He was proud. He was satisfied with the applause. It reminded him of the old tines. Suddenly a thunder roared in the dark sky. He raised his hand silencing the loud applause. He turned to look at the sky through the torn roof of the circus tent. His dark eyes lit up when he noticed the clouds slowly getting stained in the colour of darkness....
GENTLY WELCOMING A HEAVY RAIN
His grin grew even more bigger. He stared at the dark clouds getting excited
MR CLOWN : ANOTHER PRETTY HUMAN IS ON THEIR WAY HERE...
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TO BE CONTINUED
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FanfictionPretty boy...? He chuckled... His face was pale and the gasoline smell never leaving him... WELCOME TO HIS CIRCUS Some stories never have a happy ending.. But is it really a end if it's not happy..? If there is a person who exposes the cruelties of...
