Clowns- a short story

Part 3

Jaxson went into the bathroom and changed into the clown suit, all the while with his eyes tightly shut. He finally opened his eyes and stared at the stranger's face staring back at him. His longish black hair, dark brown eyes and olive skin was replaced by a wig of bright red and his skin was pasty white. Exaggerated blush covered his cheeks and his mouth was spread in an permanent hair raising grin. His small hands were replaced by gangly fingers covered by gloves. He let out a shrill shriek that rivaled a tea kettle. "Are you alright dude?" Amos called out. Jaxson came out of the bathroom and made the mistake of not looking down and getting another jump scare from Amos's suit which was identical to Jaxson's.
They went up together and left the house. Amos filled  a water gun from the hose. They decided to walk a few blocks down so that Amos's voice wouldn't be recognized. The sky was just darkening and since this part of town was infamous for their decorations, every house brought a fresh and exciting thrill. The streets were lined with small innocent children, perfect for scaring. They hid in the trees that separated the street from the woods in the park. Their first victims, were a group of nine year old kids walking too close to the forest line and completely alone. Amos sneaked up behind them and let out a ferocious cackle. The children saw Amos's disguise, screamed at the top of their lungs, and ran for what seemed their lives. Amos cackled again and pulled out the water gun, drenching the nine year olds with freezing cold water. After a few more scares, Amos decided it was time for Jaxon to try it. "Here dude. You can't let me do the all dirty work. You try it."
He handed Jaxson the water gun and pushed him forward. The next victims appeared mere moments later. It was three or four kids from around eight to twelve years old. Before he could rethink his decision, Amos pushed Jaxson forward. He made a sound somewhere between an angry yell and a squeaky moan. Whatever it was it certainly scared the group. He turned on the water gun making them run from the icy water. One of the boys ran up a path a few houses down and knocked on the door, yelling incoherently. An angry heavyset man came out, said something to the boy and then returned, holding a metal baseball bat and the wet boy pointed to where Jaxson was. The man went barreling down the sidewalk, his bat at the ready. Jaxson's feet were paralysed with terror and refused to move. Amos grabbed his arm and ran for their neighborhood, the man with the bat right behind. Jaxson, who was on the track team, quickly sprinted past Amos. He turned back to make sure Amos was still behind him when he heard Amos shout out. Jaxson saw Amos being grabbed by the man. Jaxson, without thinking first, turned on the water gun on highest power and sprayed the man with all his might. Amos was instantly released and Jaxson grabbed his friend's arm as they ran. The two boys stopped, breathing heavily, one was soaked with water the other with sweat. "Nice job Jaxi. You saved me," said Amos.
"That was the best damn thing I've ever done!" Jaxson exclaimed, panting.
Their celebration was cut short when they saw the man with the baseball bat coming down the street, as mad as a hornet and a hippo combined and soaking wet. The teens looked at each other and ran onto the path behind Amos's house. The wet man paused at the house, looked around with a puzzled air and kept going, muttering profanities about that damn ungrateful generation. They waited until he was on the next block before coming out from the path and going into the house, making sure not to bump into Amos's parents in their condition. The boys spent the rest of the night playing video games and telling ghost stories while munching on the candy Amos had stolen from his sister when she came back from trick or treating.
The next morning, Amos shocked Jaxson awake by wearing his clown suit and yelling in Jaxson's ear.  Jaxson moaned, "What the hell dude. I'm exhausted."
"Hey! you're not scared anymore."
"Huh. I guess not. Thanks for inviting me. It was super fun."

"So you on for next year? Same costumes?"
"Same costumes."

The End