Slicer the evil clown

Chapter 4

Jack went in and charged upstairs as fast and as quietly as he could. His feet made a faint pad pad pad on the soft white carpet. When he got to the top of the stairs he realized that he had left the door open. As he went toward his brown wooden door with the bronze handle he croaked "Gahahah". His leg began to sting again but this time it felt two thousand times worse. It felt like someone had poured alcohol on it and then dug their finger down inside of the wound. He fell to the ground crying in pain. He gripped the door handle and hoisted himself to his feet. His goal was to pack his bag for the difficult journey ahead but he wasn't sure how far he'd make it before tumbling down and not being able to get back up."Darn it how can I make this impossible journey to save my friend with a sliced open leg. Heck how can I even make it two feet"?

Jack yanked open his dresser drawer and pulled out a variety of random clothes. He tossed them into his bag carelessly and thought to himself "what else do I need?" And then it hit him like a speeding football. I need some weapons. On his way down the steps he tumbled and smashed down every single stair. "Wow just what I freking needed, to hurt myself even more". Jack got up from the soft white carpet and stumbled into the kitchen. He knew where his dad kept the revolver and the ammo. Heck it was in the most obvious place in the entire world.His dad hid it in the junk drawer.

Jack grasped the black metal handle to the drawer and yanked it open and there was the shining metal revolver sitting there in the wooden drawer. Jack reached down and clamped it in both hands. He pulled it up and it weighed just under five pounds. He put his hand down on the pack of bullets and set them down as carefully as he could in his backpack. Next to the gun was a grey and orange Bear Grylls knife and Jack set it neatly in his pocket. It didn't cut him because it had a hard black case on it. Finally he set the shiny revolver with a wooden handle in his camouflage backpack and grabbed the zipper and zipped it shut. ZZZZPPPP!

Jack put on his camouflage backpack filled with all his equipment and started heading out the door. Then he realized he should write his parents a note. He went back into the kitchen and ripped a paper towel off the rack and found a black sharpie in the bin beside the fridge. He wrote "Dear mom and dad, I'll be gone for a few days and you won't believe me if I told you why, love Jack."

Jack walked out the door filled with pride, courage and hope. He started heading north to Lake Anderson until his house was no where in sight. Now Jack's journey was about to start.