The Clown Hunter

Chapter 2

Warning!!! This chapter might make you feel dissapointed in our hunter... You've been warned.  

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        “Get up Leslie! Do you know what time it is? It’s already past noon.” I hear my mother nagging me as I feel her kicking my bed. “Ugh don’t call me that.” I groan. “Well that’s your name. Now get out of that bed, I need to wash those sheets.” She says as she kicks me out of bed. I fall to the floor face down. Now I’m awake! I get up and kiss my mother on the cheek. “Morning mom.” I tell her as I look for a shirt to wear. “Morning? It’s already three thirty in the afternoon. You need to change this lifestyle and get a job.” She began nagging me again as she was changing the sheets on my bed to clean ones. “I got a job mother. The greatest job there is.” “Oh for goodness sakes! Here we go again.” “I’m the clown hunter, and my job it's saving the world from their reign of terror. I will protect you and the whole humanity. I will kill the clown who raped you and avenge you.”

        My mother stops what she’s doing and looks at me with pity. “Leslie,” I flinched when she said my name. I always hated the name, it’s too girly. Less is way cooler. “That clown it’s your father, and he didn’t rape me. We were married for three weeks, before I tired of his silliness. I mean the man wore his clown costume to our wedding and he never took that makeup off. The man was so pathetic it killed me.” “That’s because he can’t mother. He’s not human, he’s a clown and taking that makeup off would be taking his face off.” “Do you seriously believe that?” My mother says in disbelief. How can she not believe me after the top part my hair changed into blue? It happened when I turned sixteen, my top part of my hair turned blue until it fades into black. It is the reason why I always cover my head in shame, either with my black hat or with the black hoody of my jacket, which I wear under my long-black leather jacket. “Do you not see the proof of it in my hair? As much as I like to deny it, I’m half clown.” “You do that to your hair, and it looks nice.” “Mother, it’s not nice, it’s pure evil.” She shakes her head as she sighs loudly and mumbles something about me being troubled in the head or something of the sort.

        I turn to leave the room and head downstairs to the kitchen to eat. I have to eat fast and get ready. I have found my next target and he’ll be starting his act at five in a near location. I have to change into my hunter’s outfit and prepare my weapons. Hopefully this one won’t annoy me as much as the last one, I still need to get proof to unmask their secret to the world, before I kill it.

        As I go down the stairs I feel inspired by my mother’s words. “You killed my mother…prepare to die. Yes that sounds more fitting.” “Oh lord! Now I’m dead?” She slaps the back of my head as she passes by me. “Get a job!” I’ll show you mother, you and the world. But before that I’ll avenge your death…