The Clown Hunter

Chapter 4

Warning!!! You may find some words with double meaning on this chapter…or not! ;) Side effects may include nausea, vomiting and a deep hate for the author… though the one you should be hating is my brother who gave me the infamous idea of the clown strippers. Love you bro! This one is for you. Tee hee! ^-^ My apologies to everyone else…

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         I walk into a clown’s strip club, the name Cirque de Fleurs. I don’t enter through the main entrance, but through a trap door I found on the back. Wouldn’t want them to find me and blow my cover. The place is huge and it resembles one of those fancy circus where all they have are odd looking clowns playing on the trapeze or hanging from ropes or curtains from way up high, spinning and spinning, making you feel nauseous, as if clowns couldn’t get any worse…Ugh! Sick sons of bitches! With what type of brainwashing torture will they come up next? I will kill every single one of those fucking bastards or die trying. That’s my mission, to rid this world of those filthy creatures. They will pay for what they have done to humanity, and what that clown bastard did to my mother.

         I’m hiding on high ground where I feel more comfortable when on a hunt. I can watch my prey’s every move, stalk my prey, and then kill my prey, all without my prey being aware of my presence. As I am right now. I’m watching the girls-clown strippers doing their show for the clowns, and let me tell you, is just sickening. What kind of bastard would get excited over that? Let me tell you who, a sick bastard! I was not getting excited at all. I’m simply doing my job as a hunter, watching my target and the freak show in the process…

           The clown girls are stripping their cloth off one by one, very slowly to the sick rhythm of their clownish music, until they’re in their clown’s undergarments… Sickening freak show! I move uncomfortably changing my sitting position as my pants were growing smaller around my crotch. Damn it! This job is proving to be painful. Sick bastards getting excited over this sick show!

            I locate my target who was having a clown stripper give him a lap dance. I watch in horror as her flower bras were spraying water on his clown face and he was lost in his clown lust, with his mouth open to drink the water. Moving his head from side to side as if he couldn’t choose from which to drink. When they began kissing, I almost gagged. They were giving a show of their own with their clown tongues… I pulled my pants trying to make myself more comfortable, I was getting ready for the job at hand...

           The stripper turns and was in a position where I could hit my target’s head and blow his brain into smithereens. I grab my sniper’s rifle and set my telescopic sight on his cranium. As I lock my target a smile creeps up on my face. “Hello, my name is Less Canteen, you raped my mother...prepare to die.” I whispered before I hold my breath and pull the trigger. “Now that’s a show to die for!”

        I put my tools away in my black backpack watching all the while the show unfolding down below. The clowns and the clown-strippers were scampering everywhere like ants. I wanted to step on them, but I didn’t have the time for a second kill. I needed to get out, still it was satisfying watching as that bastard’s brain blew all over the wall and on his girlfriend. This was a particularly exciting hunt, one I will remember for the rest of my life.