Dark Carnival: The Fight to Live

Chapter 1: The fight

It was just like that. It's amazing how quick your life can be taken. I watched my friend die, it was October 31, 2018. Her name, was Danielle. She was a clown, so was I. She was in the jack in the box. Then when she popped out. I watched as one of the people pulled out a gun and shot her right on the spot. She flew back. I ran to her and held her hand. In my mind I kept hearing from far away. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to." I started laughing. In my high pitched clown laugh which ended up being my laugh for a long, long time. After that I hated the one gang that was extremely popular for some reason. Known as the saints. I killed him. And I made sure he was dead. Afterwards I was escorted off the premises. Once I was taken home by the cops they told me that I was free from being arrested. I nodded. I got out and walked into my house. I was covered in blood. My uncle looked at me and he knew I was the one who killed his friend. He looked at me. "You might be family. But I'll still kill you." I laughed in that laugh. "Try it bitch, see what happens." His eyes got wide. He ran out of the house. I went to the shower. When I got done, the paint was still on me. I tried everything but it wouldn't come off. That's when I realized it. This is my new face. I was able to put my tongue through my cheeks. I was freaked out. But then I was tired as fuck. So I went to bed.

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The next morning was insane as hell. My grandfather woke me up. He was terrified of my face. "What the fuck happened to you?" "Hahahahahaha, it won't come off. This is my face now." His eyes widened. "We don't have time though Kalob, we have to get ready." "Why?" "Look outside." I got up and looked outside. There were four different groups outside. The saints, the crips, the bloods, and the green group that we call the junkies. My uncle pulled a bull horn to his mouth. "Kalob, come out or else you will die." All they heard was my laugh. Then they opened fire. We went into the back where the shed was. I grabbed my 30-30 but it didn't feel right. Then I saw my grandfather's trench coat that he never wears. I put it on over my ICP shirt. I grabbed the sword that he didn't want and put it in it's sheath, then I attached it to the strap on my back. His machete went on my side, and I grabbed his 9 mm and 357 sig. I put them in their holsters and let my long hair hang. I put on my combat boots and looked at him. "Can you still drive a stick?" He nodded. "Then let's go. I grabbed my keys to the semi out back. I looked at him. "Your gonna drive by them, as soon as they see us. I'm opening fire. Prepare for battle." He nodded.

By the time it was over there were still enough to have fun with. It wasn't gonna be a fair fight. But fuck fair. My grandmother was hiding. Then by that time. They had me in their hands. Chris looked at me, then the other three gangs looked at me. They all pulled out their guns and started blasting me. I was so pissed off. My grandfather loaded up his flame thrower and burned everyone down. Thank God they didn't hit me. I was laying there, riddled with bullets. Then all I remember was being put into an ambulance and hearing. "Woah, what the fuck is up with his face." I smiled and then went unconscious.

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J.J. P.O.V

I looked at him as he laid there. Shot over 40 times. He had a tube in his throat and was on life support. They say he isn't gonna make it. But he has to. For everyone back home. That's when the doctor came in.

"Look, I know this is going to be hard, but there's nothing more we can do, he was shot 3 times in the heart, he is in a great amount of pain. You can't help him, no one can. If you keep it on like this, then he will suffer." "So then we just need to pull the plug?" They nodded. His grandparents were extremely upset, as for me. I know what they must do. And there's no stopping it. It'll just have to happen. I watched as the doctor gave him a green liquid in a syringe. Then he bent over and whispered something in his ear. And pulled the plug.

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Kalob P.O.V.

I was almost there. I saw a bright light. Then it flickered. And it became dark. All I heard was a voice. An unfamiliar voice. "You have three days to get out before your funeral. Good luck, you need to find my daughter as well. We miss our Danielle very much, I thank you for killing him." Then I felt like I was falling. Then in the distance I saw a tent and a big one at that. I started walking towards the tent as soon as I walked in it turned into a giant city, bars, gangs, and fires, hell even carnival music playing but it was just extremely dark music. I walked down the road and started looking for Danielle. The first place I was lead to was a giant building that said saints bar on it. I walked in and low and behold there he was. That prick that shot her. I walked up to him and tapped his shoulder. He turned around and his eyes got wide. I cracked him right in the eye. "Where is she?" "Who?" "The girl you shot. She's here I know her scent, me and her were extremely close." "Okay, the basement, in the basement. I started to walk down there, then something happened. As soon as I got to the stairs I was shot in the chest, the hole reformed. I turned around. They were all looking at me."