Blackened klownssarce

Chapter VI

" Order number Twenty one!" Shouted Nathan as he'd ring the bell. " Say I think we're doing pretty bloody good, mate." Said Greg as he'd talked to Danny. " I agree! But are you sure, you really wanna implement the other meat produce...human...?" Said Danny with a worried face. Greg nodded and drove up to Mr.Nightmares Big Top. " Oi?! I'm surprised it isn't reaking around here, doesn't Human meat stink?" Danny tilted his head to his following question. " Yeah, but surprisingly Nightmare knows how to do his magic on these bloody things." Said Greg as he'd get out the car.
    " My Beloved! I have your produce boxes, careful now don't drop it." Chuckled Mr.Nightmare, as he'd hug Greg and give him a small peck on the cheek. " Thank ya Nightmare." Said Greg as Nightmare held him. " hey...this is a little...warnin...if I say so myself...If! Someone knows the meat is....different....give me a call...I'll handle them.." Said Mr. Nightmare in a stern tone. " Thank ya, i'll be on the way." Said Greg as he'd walk away with the produce box and Danny.
    " Weird...fella eh? Curious on why he called you love, and how your paying for his quality."Asked Danny as he'd buckle his seat belt. " Ehhhh dont worry about it mate." Said Greg.
    As they arrived back to their restaurant, Greg got the new produce out the trunk of the car. As he'd watch sneakily, to see if any pedestrians are around. " Alright mates, I brought the produce. Joey! Turn the sign to now closed!" Greg said as he'd bring in the produce and walked to the crematory's entrance. Joey nodded and did just that, as the others met up with Greg at the Crematories entrance. " So, the man I went to is really good at keeping the Human produce well. There's no smell and the quality feels right." Said Greg as he'd opened up the box and unpacked it. Nathan opened the freezer and started to put some produce into the freezer. " How was business today mates?" Said Greg as he'd taken the last pieces of produce. " Pretty good! There wasn't any complaints just compliments." Said Nathan.
    They'd come back up to the restaurants surface, perfectly covering the crematories entrance. " Oi mate, " Kill" was actually lookin to come eat here, think you got any plan for them?" Asked Joey. " Oh mate...I do..." Greg Smirked, as he'd lock the restaurant up.
    As everyone returned to their flat, Greg went to go for a smoke out in the town's park. As he'd sit down staring into the black sky, his ears rang to the squeals of crying. He'd turn around and saw Charlotte crying at a park bench, he'd walk up to her with one hand in his pocket and the other with the cigarette. " You want one?" Said Greg as he'd pull out his cigarette case. " No thank you..." Sniffled Charlotte. " Oi, weren't ya the crazy lass that screamed about revenge?" Asked Greg. Charlotte nodded and blew her nose. " What's got cha all riled up? All sniffly?" Asked Greg. " Well...I tried...to investigate my wife's case...I dont know if you'd remember but I told ya, that She was murdered...well..." Charlotte signed " I found a Camera at an abandoned supermarket...and it had film....spillin out of it...After I went outside to go to my car...I stepped on my wife's hand....Her decayed body... So I ran home and hooked up the camera to see the flim...It was the murder on my wife..." Said Charlotte as she'd rest her head on her knees. Greg stayed silent listening to Charlotte's words. " It...was a man with a dog mask....pretty fit...maybe about six foot one..." Charlotte sighed and got up to walk away. Greg felt something odd about this encounter, he'd remember what Mr.Nightmare told him.
    He'd...remember...he saw a dog mask in Mr.Nightmare's closet....he's remember...Mr. Nightmare was the one who Murdered Alexandria...remembered that Mr. Nightmare was Charlotte's father...He'd also remember what Mr. Nightmare had gone through...to become the monster he is...
Nightmare wasn't an average male. He'd spend a lot of time in his room, writing horrid stories and making the scenes out of clay. Nightmare lived with his Neglectful father. The divorce Nightmare's father and mother went through, made Nightmare's father remarry. He'd remarried to alcohol. " Say..kiddo...you don't need a woman in this life...all you need is the burning in your throat from the kisses of rum.."
Nightmare would take inconsideration in what his drunken father would tell him. Nothing much was heard about his Mother. The last thing she'd say to Nightmare was " I..never...wanted you...You ruined me...You ruined my values, my life, my goals...and my perfect depiction of a family.....you disgust me..." Nightmare never saw light again, no spark in his eyes, no light in his heart. Every killer has a motive, what was his...
    Nightmare was so bored with his life, so tired. To the point where the word " blood" perked up his ears. He'd kill his first time...A family.... There was no task to big or too small for him. He'd find thrill after ending that family, but laid low after it. He was to be considered an " average joe". A killer who is smart, and organized. He'd have so much time to think, think about plans and play with his clay figures. Acting out the scenarios, if it didn't work he'd have to think of another.
Greg shook his head to take out the thought of Nightmare's words. It wasn't shocking to him that someone can be so cruel. Trauma is a process that can change one's ways. Ways of life...way's of personality....way's of point of view... Greg understood that, remembering his life isn't all pink and pretty.
" Damn..." Sighed Greg as he'd walk back to the flat. He's an Anarchist, he would snitch around and help Charlotte. Especially since she has the power to shut them down and get them arrested, with their exotic operation. He'd told Nightmare to Dig out the parents of the " Kill " member's parents.
A surprise they'll never expect, Brutal is the target. Competition through the blood.... " Oi Nightmare...Get em by tomorrow mornin...I'll pick it up.." Said Greg, as he'd put his phone in his pocket. Greg knew he wasn't going to regret. Regret is a trick that loves to tickle you...annoy you. Greg can't let that win, Being the best Black Metal band is his goal....His only goal in life. When him and his mate's sighed a contract...there was no consideration of looking back...it was almost as near as " selling your soul away"...