Journey of the Heart ~ Clownzy

Realisation (9)

~ Clown ~

Confusion. That feeling you get when you don't know what's going on. Clown was at a loss for words. One minute he was chatting to Branzy and the next minute he sees him falling through the floor.

Clown swallowed hard in an attempt to quell the thumping of his heart inside of his throat. He's going to be okay Clown, no need to panic... right?

He carefully approached the stone table warily sizing it up. He noted the open trapdoor that looked to be newly built. Where it led, he had no idea but he hoped Branzy was okay.

Nervously, he cautiously peered down the hole into the deep abyss below. "Branzy! Hello?! Are you alright?"

No answer. Silence.

"Branzy?! You're starting to scare me!"

No answer. Silence.

"BRANZY?!"

No answer. Just darkness and... silence.

The blood from his face drained. Clown wasn't sure what had just happend but he knew that he was going to rescue Branzy, he needed to rescue Branzy, for both of their sakes.

Shaking from worry, Clown swung his bag off from his shoulders and fumbled with the zip unril he managed to open one of the compartments. He quickly rumaged through it, disregarding the neatly packed arrangement the items inside had previously been in. His fingers met the surface of what he was looking for.

Bingo.

Hastily, Haphazardly, Hurriedly: Clown Pierce repeatedly struck flint against a piece of steel until a jolt of light exploded from the contact. He repeated this process but instead used it to set a piece of nearby wood ablaze.

Fire licked his fingers dangerously as he extended the piece of wood out into the mouth of the gaping hole. The flame engulfed the darkness, illuminating the surrounding decaying stone and dirt that Branzy had disappeared into. Yet he still couldn't see the bottom.

Great. This drop was deeper than he thought it would be, just his luck.

The crackling of the fire and the jester's heavy breathing was the only thing to be heard in that solemn room. Well, that and his ever pounding heart.

He could do this. Clown sucked in a deep breath before extinguishing the fire, casually dropping down the chute and block clutching his way down to avoid getting injured.

He already missed Branzy, he missed the sight of his best friend. He guessed that's what happens when someone your care about's life is endangered.

What if Branzy was seriously injured, or worse?

He paused for a second, shakily exhaling yet again. No, Branzy would be safe, Clown would never live with himself if he wasn't. He needed to be brave.

He pushed through his worry and continued to descend into the hole. He was one step closer to reaching Branzy. He would not lose hope.

For Branzy.

~ Branzy ~

Yes, that must be what's happening, he must be going crazy.

Branzy was stuck somewhere alone in a dark, dingy and damp room and he was hearing voices. Just great! Why did this always have to happen to him? The more he thought about the stranger the more he was determined that they had simply been a figment of his imagination. He simply refused to believe this was happening to him. First he gets ambushed in an alleyway and now this!

A silent drop of water rolled down his cheek and pooled onto the ground next to his aching ankle. He knew this was real, that stranger, Kevin, was real. He had tried deparately to escape and yet it was off no use so he had resorted to hugging his knees tightly to his chest and gently rocking despite the pain Shooting up from his foot. Why even bother trying if you already know the outcome? His chest started heavily heaving again as he let out a choked sob. One question burned his lips: