Jester Book 1: Abduction

Chap 20 Part 3: Jester

Chester was taken aback. His job as a jester was to be a goofball by trade. The genetic reconstruction of his body turned him into a lethal weapon. His fists could match the force of heavyweight boxers twice his size. Even if it was a robot, Jester shouldn't have been able to tank a blow of that magnitude.

The brighter clown rolled his neck around with his eyes once again shut. The blatant disregard despite Chester being only a foot away from him was infuriating. He pulled his arm back once more and let loose a gravity-warping left straight.

With his eyes still shut Jester leaned to the left with his right hand against his neck. The punch flew into the hoop he created with his collarbone, shoulder, elbow, and forearm. He clamped down on Chester's limb and cracked an eye open.

The dark jester tried to pull back but the grip of this upgrade would put a python to shame. Witnessing his template struggle with such a simple counter was hard for him to watch. Jester rolled his eyes with a tired sigh, "How embarrassing."

Jester pulled back forcing Chester forward. Then with his left elbow, he drove a hole through Chester's chest. The clown went flying as his ribs threatened to collapse under the impact. Jester crossed his arms while verbally pondering, "I understand why you were chosen... but why were you chosen?"

When Chester got back to his feet he reconciled with the damage. It was just like that tackle from before. He just had a head-on collision with a model trainset moving like a bullet. He listened on as Jester continued, "You are borderline insane enough for people to believe you would randomly snap yet somehow just sane enough for no one to believe you would blindly attack Brawlers."

Jester put a thumb to his chin and gazed into his own mind, "I guess that makes sense. We needed someone who would cause confusion. If they hadn't stalled so long on investigating you we couldn't have secured the numbers we needed so quickly. Guess you were good for something."

Chester had closed the distance amid his speech. Jester sidestepped him while proceeding with his train of thought, "I guess you're kind of like that girl, Colette." Chester's wild punches obliterated the air around him. "You know her right? White hair, strait jacket?" Jester ducked under a blow and got face-to-face with Chester. Their noses were inches from touching, "Really likes Brawlers." Chester tried to grab him but the clone dipped away. It was like fighting a puddle of water. His fists just displaced the position, it never did damage.

Jester's voice appeared behind him, "I guess we couldn't frame her though. She'd never hurt a Brawler." Jester walked away as he spoke, "Plus, I don't think her face would have accomplished the goal as effectively."

Chester rushed after him, "Hold still dammit!"

Jester ducked the attack to the back of his skull and continued to backpedal as he spoke, "I mean, you've been Jessie's big brother for years now. She practically treats you like her idol." Jester noticed most of Chester's weight was on his back leg. Surprisingly good form for a fledgling fighter. While he watched another punch approaching he kicked out the front leg forcing Chester to drop onto his face.

He pushed the blue and purple tassels aside as he crouched down to Chester's level. He watched as Chester groaned and attempted to push up with his arms. A cream-colored hand smashed down his blue scalp so he could get better acquainted with the floorboards. While holding him down Jester continued to think aloud, "Of course, I'll be taking over that role from now on. The only issue is actually confronting her crush. I'll have to find a way to nip that before it grows into a problem." Chester growled something below him, "I'm sorry, what was that?"

"Ba..." Chester pushed the arm off his head. He managed to get to a feral stance akin to a tiger, "BASTARD!" He pushed off his hind legs with a rocket punch soaring above.