Terrifier: Splatter

15

This does end up taking longer than she thought. The hours tick by, and she had yet to find out where the clown was. The one time she is seeking him out, he is nowhere to be found. It's morning of the next day, and at nighttime she had made a random bench on the sidewalk her bed. It wasn't the worst place she had slept, which said a lot.

She went into a few convenience stores, and found nothing. The sun was slowly beginning to set, marking the end of another day, and Mallory was about to give up, when she saw movement from across the street. Outside of a busy clothing store that was having a special Christmas sale, she saw the back of his black and white outfit.

He had taken off his Santa outfit, but kept the red hat on, showing he was still in the jolly spirit. Art was going over to the entrance, and put his face close against the glass next to the door, peering inside of the building. There were people inside giving him weird looks for being dressed like a clown during December, or for creepily staring at them through the window.

She couldn't believe she found him, it's as if she was a magnet for this clown, they always find eachother eventually. This was part of her plan, but Mallory didn't know what her next course of action should be. She was unarmed!

He was walking to the door now, grabbing onto the handle. Not wanting Art to go in the building, she did the first thing that came to her mind. "Hey, Art!" she shouted, fortunately gaining his attention before he could leave. He spun in a dramatic manner, facing her, they were still separated by the road in between them. He looked around, and saw there was no one else named Art, so he then pointed to himself in question, his mouth forming into an 'o' shape in fake surprise.

"Yeah, you still want to get me?" Her head tilted slightly. She was tired of him. He nodded in an eager way. A car drove by, temporarily blocking her view of him. The second it got in front of them, she started to run in the direction of where Danny's neighborhood was. It would be a moment until she would reach it, having to go through an area that had a group of trees, so she had to keep her stamina up.

She glanced over her shoulder, just enough to see that Art had been chasing after her. Great. It was going according to plan so far, but she knew it could fall apart easily. When she looked straight ahead again, it seemed to have only taken those two seconds of her not paying full attention for a large branch to be laid out in front of her. By the time she noticed, she had already gotten her foot caught underneath it, falling over onto the crunchy leaves.

She let out a small groan of pain. Her adrenaline was gradually wearing off, and she was feeling an ache in her legs. She flipped herself onto her back, huffing as she forced herself to get back up. Art was here now, and he had taken out a knife, which he swung at her. She grabbed his wrist, stopping it from its path, which would've been in her head. Her chest heaved as her eyes moved from the knife, that was only inches away from her skull, to Art, who looked amused. She still hadn't given up.

She tried her best to turn the knife away from her, grunting as she used all of her strength, but he wouldn't budge, not as much as she wanted him to. Then he used his other hand to grab her by the face, hitting her against a tree roughly, she stumbled backward from the impact.

Her nose started bleeding, she could feel the liquid dripping out of one of her nostrils, but she wasn't focusing on that, it was the least of her worries. Art had taken out another weapon, and she didn't want to see what it was up close when he would attempt to stab her with it, so she started running again. She ran like her life depended on it, which was a correct statement.

He wasn't going to hold back anymore, she knew this. Mallory was the last victim he needed to kill. All of her friends were already dead, she had been spared at the time, but now it was finally her turn. However, she didn't want to play this game anymore, she never did. She was fighting back with all of her will to live, to survive. After all, she's the final girl.