The Clown Hunter

Chapter 3

This Chapter was made by Shauntje and her ingenious mind. Tee hee! ^-^ Enjoy!

The clown target in the pic, it's the one he uses to practice his shots.

Warning!!! There may be clown self-cannibalism in this chapter. Side effects includes a distinct hate for tomatoes and nausea...

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        I just love Sundays! Some people go to church, other to their grandparents, but I, I spend my Sundays wise! Every Sunday I go out to the shooting range and practice my shots. And this Sunday would be no different!

        “Why do you never come with me to church?” I hear my mother ask while I'm gearing up. “Because I'm busy.” “Honey, this obsession over clowns is not healthy, you have to stop it.” “I will, once there are no clowns left.” “Son....come with me.” “No I have practice to attend to, see you later mother.” I gave her a kiss on the cheek and went outside.

         As I walk to my pickup and admire it for a second. It has a dark color and on the hood stood with white thick letters: The clown hunter.

          I walk further and once inside I drive towards the shooting range.

       “Load, aim...KILL THE SON OF A BITCH!!!!” At the last words I start shooting at the target and don't stop until I hear the hollow click of my gun as a sign that it's empty. I look at my shooting target and grin widely. “Target annihilated.” A satisfied feeling swells and I leave to go home.

        As I walk to my car I see a clown give away balloon animals and I grit my teeth. “This cannot be happening.” I growl. I walk as fast as I can to my car and grab my blade to go and end that disgusting thing that poisons people's minds. I also grab my throwing knives and throw one right above his head. The children spread out screaming and the clown looks scared. “Hey man, look out with that thing...you could hurt someone.” It says. “Shut up...Clown! The only one getting hurt today will be you!” I throw another knife and this time I hit his arm. It screams and I smile. I love my job! “You think you are funny?” I ask him. He gulps and shakes his head. “N-no...no sir.” Comes shakily out of his mouth. “Good, I don't think so either.” I grab his nose off his face and a wide grin spreads on my face. “Are you hungry? Do you like tomatoes?” “No sir.” He says quickly. “Y-yes sir...I do.” “Good.” I ram the red nose in his mouth and push it down his throat. “Eat that, rapist!” I hear the clown choke and I smile calmly. “And now you may die.” I grab my blade and behead it. “Rest in pieces.” I say and I walk away towards my car, humming a song…

        “You’re covered in blood! What the hell did you do!?” “Nothing mother.” I say and give her a kiss on the cheek. “Found a dog that was hit by a car, I stopped and brought it to a vet…it was bleeding pretty badly.” My mother relaxes and smiles. “You have a good heart son, if you would only go out and find a real job...” “I have a real job mother.... How would you feel if I get a dog?” “You? A dog?” I nod. “Then you won't have to worry about me being lonely.” She smiles and nods. “One from a rescue shelter.” “Yes mother.” I say. What I don't say are my plans for the dog, it can come and help me track down clowns and help me kill them....Yes I will most definitely get a dog.