Just a little something i started writing a while ago, not much to it, lots of ideas though for it.
PROLOGUE
As a Detective Chief Inspector, I’d never seen anything like “The Man with the Clown Face”. Nor had I even imagined such person could exist. He was a strange character. He looked and acted extremely unusual- which made him rather intriguing to me. He was so mysterious, sly and tactical. He was very unpredictable unlike most criminals. You would never be able to predict his next move. If you tried to, your prediction would be nowhere near what his next move was. He must have been an intelligent man to pull the wool over our eyes so many times. But that doesn’t accommodate for what he really was-evil. Some may compare him to a fox or a lion. But ‘Clown Face’ was in a league built solely for himself. Nobody or no other species could ever come close to him. No matter what they’d done, he’d always done worse. We never knew why he’d do such things. He was evil beyond belief with a great mind to plan extraordinary events. His crimes were one of a kind for us. We had never seen anything of the sort- unlike a handful of other places- and we didn’t know what to do with him. We tried to bargain with him but it made things worse. We should have never tried: look where we are now.
CHAPTER 1: FRIGHT AT FIRST SIGHT
We arrived just in time. He was dangling what looked to be the daughter of the incredibly rich Earl Dunlop over the Severn Bridge. Her head was back and he had a pistol at her temple. She had blackened tears running down her ivory cheeks. She was a beautiful girl with long, blonde, curled hair and bright green eyes. She usually looked tall, slender and presentable. She went by the name Antonia Catherine Dunlop and today she didn’t look like any of these things. And it was all because one sick man in a costume liked the fact she was beautiful and the daughter of the richest earl in Britain: Earl Dunlop. Or as he was known to the police ‘His Royal Highness Earl Spencer of Dunlop’. I never understood why the Earl asked us to call him ‘His Royal Highness’. He wasn’t royalty or really anyone important. He was just a rich, arrogant man who thought he was better than he was. He thought he could control anyone and everyone. But judging by the fact a man dressed in a costume was holding his daughter hostage he couldn’t control everyone- just some people.
‘Clown Face’ didn’t look at all fazed by the gargantuan ‘army’ of officers stood before him. He looked pretty much calm and collected. But can someone looking that evil be calm or collected. He was wearing what looked to me to be a very traditional circus clown costume. It was the usual style with the usual shapes, but his costume wasn’t traditional at all. Instead of having the jolly colours of red, blue and yellow on his costume he wore the evil, monochrome colours of black and white. The frills on his costume must have originally been pure white. But there was nothing pure about his costume now. The originally white frills had deep red blood stains on them. The blood stains didn’t look fresh as if he’d harmed young Antonia Catherine Dunlop recently (Which came as some kind of relief to me). They looked as if they’d been there for decades. But that made me question who were dealing with and their experience with crime.
The stench coming from him was vile. He smelt evil. He didn’t smell of Lynx like other men. The stench was a mixture of blood, sweat, human waste and a butcher’s shop. Was it ironic that he smelt of a butcher’s shop? Did this mean he was going to butcher Antonia?
I looked down at his shoes. He wore big, clumpy, burgundy boots similar to those of other clowns. They looked several sizes too big for him so it baffled me how he even managed to walk in them. They were ripped with age and were covered in what looked to me to be pictures of axes and butcher’s knives. Edgy.
