It is then, as Alina and Davie stepped out of the car to peek at the new menace, they realized that it was just a car full of clowns.
"Dave, it's just clowns. I think we're safe."
"C-Clowns?"
"Yeah."
"Oh."
The clowns stepped out of the car and surrounded it, smiling in a overly cheery manner, all while continuously honking their horns.
The first clown spoke.
"CLOWN CLAN ASSEMBLE!"
Every clown honked in unison.
Then the first clown looked at Davie and Alina straight in the eyes.
"m-my god..." whispered Davie hoarsely.
Alina was mum.
AUTHOR CLEAN UP YOUR ROOM THIS INSTANT!" barked mum.
FUCK OFF MOM, AND STOP BEING ALINA!
"CLEAN YOUR ROOM"
UGH FINE!
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Okay guys, sorry for the intermission. Where was I?
Ah yes, clowns.
The clown's blood red eyes shimmered and shone, it sparkled like the heat of a thousand sunups and sundowns, the blood red rays of dawn and twilight announcing the light of a thousand fortunes and night of a thousand demises, it was fury and it was faith, it was slavery and it was freedom, it was secrecy and it was knowledge. It was all knowing, omniscient, yet void and ignorant. It screamed to the pinnacle of the mind and whispered to the depths of the soul. It was irresistable.
Its eyes glowed and dimmed with that power of infinite opposites crashing into each other for only a fraction of a second, but it was enough.
Then it was gone, the eyes a mundane brown. Utterly normal. No traces of the strange bloody and breathy wonder that had such depth.
The clown spoke again.
"WE ARE THE CLOWN CLAN. YOU HAVE KILLED OUR MOST SACRED MEMBER, THE GOOSE OF PULCHRITUDE. YOU MUST PAY FOR YOUR TRANSGRESSION."
Davie raised his hand hesitantly.
"YOU MAY SPEAK."
"If you don't mind Mr. Clown sir, I would like to bring to the attention the fact that we didn't mean to kill your wonderful goose of pulch-pul-"
"PULCHRITUDE."
"Yes thank you pulchritude well we didn't mean to kill the goose we just sort of-sort of found it in the backseat of my car and when we noticed I re-"
"YOU 'FOUND' IT IN THE BACKSEAT OF YOUR CAR?"
"ye-yes Mr. Clown sir we di-"
"LIES. YOU LIE. HOW COULD THE GOOSE OF PULCHRITUDE BE 'FOUND' IN THE BACKSEAT OF YOUR CAR?"
"I-I do-don't k-know please a-allow us t-to e-exp-expl-"
"DO NOT EXPLAIN. I KNOW WHAT YOU HAVE DONE. YOU KIDNAPPED THE GOOSE. YOU WISHED TO DO UNIMAGINABLE THINGS TO IT. WHEN THE GOOSE REALIZED, IT ATTACKED YOU. YOU MUST BE DESTROYED."
"No we didn't! Look, I get you're angry at the death of your goose. I understand that. But we did'nt kidnap your goose, nor did we kill it intentionally. We're telling the truth!" interjected Alina.
"LIES!"
"Please! You've got to believe us!" pleaded Davie, growing more desperate by the moment.
"YOU LIE! YOU BLASPHEME!"
"No!"
"CLOWN CLAN, SEIZE THEM!"
The clowns pounced upon the 2 protagonists. Davie grabbed the first clown and decked him with his fists, turning around to be faced with another posse of clowns. Alina smashed in a polkadot jumpsuit wearing clown's nose. She then kicked another one in the shin. Davie smashed one clown into the windshield wipers, shoving another two aside to reach his car door handle.
"DAVE WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING!" screamed Alina as a clown elbowed her in the face.
"GETTING A WEAPON!"
He frantically looked around. If he could reach his glove compartment, he could pull out his shotgun. He tried to crawl in, but a clown was pulling on his legs.
"ALINA GET MY LEGS!"
"YOUR WHAT?"
"LEGS!"
Alina ripped the clown off Davie's legs. A duo of pink and green clowns began bludgeoning her with rubber chickens.
"OH, FUCK OFF!" shrieked Alina, tackling the two of them.
It was enough time for Davie to lunge for his glovebox, throwing it open to see the sleek, black shiny handgun, with a pack of ammunition. He grabbed all of it, put the ammunition in his pocket and shot at the first clown he saw. The clown clutched his lower abdomen. Davie slammed the door shut, and sprayed bullets from his gun. A pinstriped clown punched Alina's increasingly bloodied face as she smashed her stilettos into another one's foot.
She stumbled and fell.
The clowns swarmed her.
Furious, Davie launched himself into the fray, scoring as many hits as he recieved punches. Every kick, elbow, and strike he recieved made him feel utterly exhausted, but he had to continue.
He grabbed Alina's hand. She desperately clung to him, tufts of her ripped out long brown hair, floating in the din of the struggle. Her face was covered in blood and welts. Her now-ragged clothes were coated in gore. Her messy hair glistened with sweat and dripped pink liquid with bruises flowering purple, blue and black all along her body.
"h-help" she gasped weakly.
She coughed up blood. She stumbled away from the clowns, following Davie. He continued to shoot as many as possible. Fewer and fewer clowns remained, what was once a group over 10 clowns had been reduced to less than 5. Davie dragged her into the passenger seat of the car. He turned to see the rest of clowns facing him across the car. Using the last of his ammunition, he fired as many shots as possible. Only the leader clown remained. It grinned sinisterly, the shining afternoon light making its dimpled cheeks look even more creepy, it eyes glowed bright red as it let out a feral growl.
It ran.
Davie exhaled, climbing into the drivers seat. He quickly turned on the car and drove quickly, heading in the direction of the hospital.
