The VK

New York, New York

On Halloween, the youngest's birthday . They had just gotten back from trick or treating, they sorted out candy based on what everyone liked. After the party they went to bed, they all had school in the morning. Viktoria was suddenly awoken by the sound of screams, as quickly as she could she ran to her parents room. They weren't there

"Jake!" She screamed.

There was no reply, she ran into everyone's bedrooms, nothing. She ran downstairs to the kitchen and found blood everywhere. Without thinking she ran to her parents room and found a gun, the couple had taught all their children how to operate one. She went back down the stairs holding the gun tight. She found a clown sitting at the dinning table. She pointed the gun at him, tears rolled down her face as her once favourite room in the house has been turned into a nightmare.

"You wouldn't shoot lil ol' me would you doll?" The clown asked pointing it's blood soaked knife at itself.

"You killed them. Y-you killed them. Why wouldn't kill you. They were my only family. What did we do to you? " Viktoria stuttered.

"You all did absolutely nothing to me. You see I kill indiscriminately, I don't care who you are." The clown said smiling and getting up. "Do you know how it feels to kill?"

"The rush you get it's always the same. And it doesn't matter who it is. " The clown started coming towards her.

Viktoria backed up as the clown approached, she backed up and backed until she fell over something that she didn't know how to describe. She held the gun close to her body. She froze as she lay there in that pile of, that. She couldn't think, she couldn't breathe, she couldn't move. The clown put his foot on her chest and pushed, he took his foot off and kicked her in the ribs. She held tight to the gun in her hand, he raised his knife ready to stab her. The clown kept yelling.

"Always there. Always there. Always there. "

"shut up! " she screamed.

She shot him in the knee, he dropped to the floor. Viktoria scrambled to get up, she kicked him in his now shattered knee. He screamed in pain, now in a blind rage she sat on his chest and started punching the clown in the face. Tears streaming down her face. She kept punching until his makeup couldn't be told apart from his blood.

She got up and took a deep breath, the clown tried to get up. Viktoria shot him in the shoulder, and again in the chest. She then unloaded the rest of the clip into the clowns head. She took a few moments to compose herself before she did anything. She packed her clothes food and money, she took the emergency credit cards. Her parents wouldn't need them now. She took a shower and changed into clean clothes. She wrote a note and put it on the door before calling the ambulance . She left after hanging up the phone.

"Why me? " she thought to herself as she disappeared into the woods.