Sergeant Hartman's Story

Chapter 6: Trip to Scio

I was going to bring Private Terra.

I was very excited about this day. Especially when I pulled up to Private Terra's house and made sure he looked outside. I grinned and called out,

"Come on, Private Terra! We're going to Scio!"

When he finally got in the car, he looked at me confusingly.

"Where exactly are you taking me?" He asked.

"We're going to a football competition in Scio organized by some of my friends called the Chili Bowl. Now, you don't have to play, but you can hang out and eat chili. I usually watch the game while eating chili. It's great."

"And why are you taking me?"

"It just didn't feel right having to save your life and not help you out a little. I had to do something fun with you. Now let's go!"

And we went all right. We drove over to Scio, and while we did, we played random car games. You know, things like the youth minister of Anchor Christian Church Kyle Layfield would play.

Oh, and we also counted the many McDonald's on the way. When we got there, a bunch of people were there waiting for us. Well, me.

I introduced them to Private Terra, and they all welcomed him and were friendly to him. That was one of the good thing about these guys. They never got mad, or angry at anyone. They were nice to anyone. Especially MY friends.

Anyways, Private Terra and I were talking, and I heard a voice behind me call my name. I turned around to see one of my closest friends during the war. It was Clayton Witt.

"Clayton!" I walked over to him and introduced him to my new friend.

"So why are you here?" Clayton asked.

"The chili, of course!" I responded, laughing. It was an obvious answer.

"Me too. Let's go!"

As always, the chili was excellent. I had chicken chili, and it looked like Private Terra was enjoying his.

Anyways, we were conversating when Clayton had told me that he saw something strange. A clown.

When I asked him what kind of clown and he responded with the description of the one that I killed, I literally dropped my spoon.

"But I killed him!" I protested.

"I think he's immortal." Private Terra said.

That was enough. I'd had it.

Red in the face and angry, I teleported.

Yes, I have teleporting powers. Of course I was shocked when Private Terra had them, but I had been taught a while ago by a magician named Robert Ribis. Who cared if he was a kid? He knew teleportation, so I decided to try it out.

And now, I was going back to Private Terra's house. I was going to kill that clown.

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