The Trouble with Clowns

Discovery of the worst kind.

Life was quiet in my town mostly, there was no crime really and most of my days were spent in school or helping my baby brother do his little experiments. We always have fun with them and sometimes we even make things explode. Although it sounds bad it really isn't. So all in all life is good. Today however, today was one of the worst days of my life. But in order to get to that, we need to go back. Not too far, but far enough to tell you why this is happening, and why I regret it.

"Raven! Cassandra! Hurry up we are going to be late!" Our mother called to us.
My brother and I raced down the stairs as fast as we could to meet at the bottom. Our parents were loading our van for a trip to the Gun Range. One of Raven's favorite ways to spend a Saturday. I never understood his fascination with weapons, honestly it was kinda concerning. Anyways, I only go because my family enjoys going. Raven was so eager to go today that he actually helped load the van. My parents were in shock, so was I.
"Cassandra, come help me make lunch for the way back, let them handle this." My mother told me.
"Okay, what are we thinking?" I asked her.
She shrugged and walked to the kitchen, with a smile I followed her and we made BLT's. Extras were put in for Raven. The boy could EAT, and I mean EAT!
"Madison lets go!" Our other mother yelled from the van.
With a roll of her eyes I was drug into the van and we started our journey. The entire time we were driving, Raven kept going on and on about a new pistol that was being made, he wanted it for his birthday but Kelly (our other mom) kept reminding him that he was 15 and still couldn't buy a handgun yet. Not legally anyway. After she said that we pulled into the range. Raven practically jumped out before we stopped moving. Our parents unloaded the weapons and set up at our usual spot. Kelly paid for us all and I helped my mom set up the booth. When everything was ready Kelly and Raven started. Raven held a 9mm Beretta Pistol up at a sign fifteen meters away, he took a deep breath and exhaled slowly. he squeezed the trigger three times and landed one in the head and two in the chest. He excitedly threw his fist in the air and cheered. Kelly smiled and pat his shoulder. 
"Now aim a bit farther, remember to concentrate."
"Okay I got this."
I sat down by Raven and rested my chin on my hands. 
"You do know that you wont have forever to shoot in reality right?" I said to him.
"Of course I know that, I'm not stupid." He snarked back.
"Actually Son, she has a point. Why don't you try alternating between targets as fast as you can, but don't hesitate and take too long." Kelly said nodding at me.
With a heavy sigh Raven aimed and fired three shots in rapid succession hitting every target. Not all were dead center and not one of them were head shots but they were hits. With a surprised look on his face he grunted and repeated. This time he hit one center and the others in the arm and shoulder. Raven shouted in frustration and reloaded. He kept at that for awhile.
"You are so mean." Kelly said chuckling.
"I have my moments." I shrugged.
Raven spent another hour shooting the targets until he hit all three of them dead center. After he had accomplished his "mission" he sat and joined us for food. We all ate and laughed and talked as usual. Our time at the range was coming to an end, meaning it was time to clean our mess and be on our way. I helped Raven load everything into the van when all of a sudden something caught our attention. We both looked to our left and saw a glimmering stone. Raven walked over to it and picked it up.
"Hey, have you ever seen a stone like this?" He asked me.
"No. Let me see." I took the stone.
I looked closely at the stone, there was no reason for it to be emitting light in anyway. 
"Lets take it home and get a closer look at it?" I suggested.
Raven shrugged. "I have nothing to do the rest of the night." 

That night we took the stone into the basement and messed with it all night long. We hit it with hammers and threw it on the ground, but the stone refused to crack or break. Now that I think about it, it broke the hammer we hit it with. So after becoming frustrated we threw it in garbage bin and walked upstairs. That decision was the worst one we could have ever made.