Slicer the evil clown

Chapter 7

Jack looked around fearfully. He kept seeing the blur of white and red zoom past his eyes at the speed of light. He carefully grabbed the Bear Grylls knife and took it out of his pocket and took the hard black case off of it. All of a sudden CHHHRUSSSSS! Someone from Slicer's gang jumped through the golden corn and pounced on Jack. He dug his sharp knife into the evil clown's head. Blood squirted out but the clown was still alive. He tried to get up to his feet but Jack immediately stopped him. The boy raised the grey and orange knife above his head and slammed it into the clown's skull. The clown rolled over and said to Jack using his last words, "Slicer's gonna kill you". He shut his eyes and stopped breathing. The clown was dead.

Jack put his knife back into the hard case and tossed it into his bag. He knew if he only used his knife he would eventually die. He picked up the wooden handle of his revolver and started firing shots at the running clowns. He shot seven booming shots. Each of the shots hit the last seven psychopaths. Six of them fell to the ground dead but one of them limped over to Jack holding a Molotov Cocktail. He spoke loudly "You spoiled little brat you"ll pay for killing my friends. Jack shot his gun but it only made a quiet click click click. Jack ran for his life. Boom! The clown tossed the explosive and it landed right next to Jack.

Jack hopped out of the way. The entire corn field was set a blaze. Burning hot red and orange fire spread across the field. Jack ran to his left and passed the demented clown with blood leaking out of his leg. All of a sudden Jack felt relieved. He could barely make out the outline of an old dirt road ahead of him. He sprinted full speed until his red and white Nikes hit the brown dirt road. Jack walked next to the burning field until the sun went down and the entire field was ash. He could hear the loud sirens of red firetrucks and he could barely see the blue and red lights. Jack began to hear footsteps behind him but when he turned his head to see what was behind him nothing was there but some ash from the field. Just then Jack felt a sticky hand grasp his shoulder and pow. The hand of the clown smacked him in the cheek.

Jack was very dizzy but he could see the clown with burnt clothes on and a cracked and partly melted mask. He reached for the nearest thing he could find and he picked up a partially burnt stalk of maize. The clown reached for Jack but the boy dug the stalk of corn deep inside the clown's head until it pierced his brain and exited out the other side of his head. Blood dribbled down his mask and poured out of the hole in the back of his head. He fell backwards and more blood started gushing out of his head. Jack murmured, "You got what you deserved you worthless self centered piece of crap", and spit on his dead body. He walked for what felt like an eternity until he got really tired. He laid down in a small patch of green grass beside the road and quickly fell asleep.