Slicer the evil clown

Chapter 3

He hobbled off his couch because his leg stung and felt like someone had sliced it open.He fell to the ground and groaned."Ahhh crap that hurts"He clutched his leg as tears leaked out of his eyes like two waterfalls.As he moved his head down extremely fast he saw a three inch cut in his leg as dark red blood oozed out of the slit.He limped over to the counter and left a red hand mark on it.He slammed open the cabinet quickly and pulled out the the light red and white first aid kit.He heard the yell from outside again "HELLP HELLP MEE SOMEONE!"He could tell it was Bob's voice.He pulled a white a roll of bandage and wrapped it around the cut.He peered at the door and noticed that it was open and a note was lying down beside it.The note was written in the same red crayon.Jack read it silently in his head "Dear Jack, I have your friend Bob here outside, so if you want him come and get him.

He slowly reached for a kitchen knife.When he got a firm grip on it He limped helplessly to the door.He grabbed the door and flung it open.He saw Slicer with a knife up to Bob's throat ready to slit it wide open. Jack couldn't even imagine what life would be like without Bob. Jack screamed "LET HIM GO YOU STUPID SCHMUCK!"
Bob tried to speak but Slicer said,"Shut up you ignorant little boy"
"LET HIM GO RIGHT NOW!"
Slicer was moving closer and closer and with every step Jack got more frightened.The psychopath was now only 5 feet away from him.All of a sudden Thud!The neighbors door opened.

The neighbor had a double barrel Smith and Wesson gripped so tight in his hands you could see sweat dripping off them."I recommend you get your hands off that boy before I blast you ten miles south."
Slicer looked a little fearful.He put Bob in front of him like a riot shield and said "If you shoot me you shoot him". Just than Jack noticed a white van parked next to his neighbor Gary Summer's house.The van was a white ford with a smiley face painted on the side. Jack cocked his head a little to the side and saw that on the trunk there was a hand covered in blood. He could tell that it must of been made by one of Slicer's latest victims. Jack turned his head back to Slicer and knew that he would be making a run for it any minute now.

Just then as Jack had predicted Slicer charged for the shiny silver door handle of the van. Five shots were fired but only one hit him. Slicer nearly fell down as the bullet pierced his skin on his leg. "YAGGGHH", Slicer roared in pain. He finally grabbed the door handle and tossed it open like it was a rag-doll. Slicer punched Bob in the head so hard that Jack could all ready see a big purple lump start to form on his temple.He could tell that Bob was out cold.Slicer drove off and another shot was fired and it hit the van with a ping. The man with the shotgun was a short bald man named Dave Popsy. Dave went inside his grey house and picked up his phone. Jack assumed that Dave was calling the police.

Jack finally told himself "I'm going to save my friend and this time I'm not giving up".