Crazy In Love | Buggy

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We had all hit the ground with a loud thump!  ending up together in a big pile, with our bodies tangled. I wasted absolutely no time, as soon as we were on the ground, I screamed for Jean to run. The clown tried to fight me, get to his feet, but I did my best to keep him down.

Jean moved fast, springing up onto his feet immediately. He ran, and he ran fast. For a slim moment, relief filled me as I saw him dodge multiple clowns effortlessly, and came close to running off.

I say almost because at the last minute, a clown managed to tangle his fingers into Jean's t-shirt. He was roughly pulled back, falling into the clowns arms.

The clown dragged him kicking and screaming to the group of townspeople who were all shackled together. Jean did his best to fight, to struggle free, but it was in vain. The chains were slapped onto his wrists, connecting him to the rest of the townspeople. Now, he couldn't run, and there was no way for me to free him.

I wasn't ready to call it quits. I wasn't going to go down without a fight. If they were going to take me prisoner, I would cause them as much trouble as possible, and attempt to take as many of them down with me as I possibly could.

The clown I had knocked over had gotten back onto his feet as I was distracted watching Jean.

Once he was standing, he grabbed the fabric of my shirt and yanked me onto my feet. I didn't have time to register it, nor fight back.

This cause him to seem to think that I would be docile now, attempting to shackle the handcuffs onto me. Before he could, I slipped my bag off my shoulders and swung it at him.

It was lucky I had shoved those books into my bag because it meant that the force that I hit him with was enough to knock him clean out. I even saw a couple of his teeth go flying, along with some of his blood. It wasn't a pretty sight.

For someone who had never been in a fight before, I was handling myself pretty well against these killer clowns.

Everyone seemed to freeze in that moment. My fellow townspeople stared at me with amazement while the clowns looked like they wanted to kill me right there and then.

It was the clown with bright blue hair and a large hat that spoke finally, ending the silence.

"Come on! Grab her! Can you men honestly not handle one woman?" He screamed impatiently, waving his arms in frustration.

"Anyone who comes near me is getting the same treatment that Bozo the clown got!" I declared loudly, trying to look and sound as intimidating as possible.

Some of the clowns seemed unsure. They moved slightly towards me, but none of them dared to get close enough to grab me. Maybe it was because I was still holding the handle of my backpack, ready to swing on anybody who got too close.

My tactic seemed to work on every clown except the blue haired one.

He rolled his eyes, dropped his hands to his side, and declared, "Fine, I'll deal with her myself!"

In a flash, he was charging at me full speed. He was so fast that I almost lost sight of him. Still, I gave my best attempt to smack him down with my backpack the same way I'd done with the other clown.

Unfortunately for me, this man was significantly faster than his friend. He ducked effortlessly under the bag and slammed into me.

I braced myself, thinking that he was going to try to knock me to the ground, but instead, he effortlessly hoisted me up off the ground and flung me over his shoulder.

He had done it as if I weighed nothing, as if I were as light as a feather. He was strong, I knew that now. More than anything, I was shocked. That hadn't been what I'd expected him to do.