Blood isn't just some warm fluid that courses through one's veins, it's art.
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Sam awoke to the sound of faint tapping.
Everything looked hazy when she opened her eyes, and for a moment, she thought she saw something move from the corner of her eyesight.
The smell of blood filled her nostrils as she blinked away her daze.
What was this unease she was feeling? Why did she suddenly feel nauceated?
She took in her surroundings with question.
Blood had been splattered everywhere, it painted the tall, wooden fence that surrounded her, it darkened the tall grass beneath her feet, it even decorated her damp and wrinkly clothes in splats and spots of dark red.
The shed behind her had been completely destroyed and a knife had buried itself deep in the flesh of a stray wooden plank that had come off the shed. Shards of glass had spread out around the shed's remains, some even contained black goo, which was rather odd to say the least.
W-what...happened here? Although Sam had already guessed what could have happened, she wished it was a lie. She wished that this was just one of those dark nightmares she always seemed to have.
With a grunt, Sam got herself to her feet. A fiew shards of glass stuck out of her bloody, wounded arm and made a collage of crimson and transparent spikes all the way down from the elbow to the upper arm.
Damn! Sam thought and pulled out a six centimeter glass shard from her arm. Her heart pace quickened at the sight of her own blood, this was what had made her nauceated. The blood.
"So, you're finally awake are you, kid?" A rough voice asked with amusement.
Sam spun around to see a tall, monochrome clown. His black lips spread out into a wide grin, his sharp, white teeth shone dangerously in the pale sun's light.
Almost imediantly, Sam backed away from the clown and picked up a nearby plank of wood.
The clown just chuckled at her actions, but he stayed where he was - under the dying tree of the garden - and leaned on the bark with his black and white striped arms crossed over his chest.
Sam had honestly never seen such a ridiculous sight before. She held in the urge to laugh at him and backed up closer to the garden's gate.
"I'm not a kid, but feel free to entertain me with some balloons and tricks." Sam inched even closer to the gate which was only an arm's lengh away. If she could just get over it, then there was a possibility of freedom.
But you've never truly been free, have you? The little voice at the back of her head mocked.
The clown let out a high-pitched laugh, as if Sam's snide comment was a joke to him.
He took a few steps forward before squinting his dull grey eyes. "Tsk, this sun is a pain. Why is it in the morning it's always the worst? Honestly..."
"...You must be some kind of assasin clown...and of all the things, you're bothered about, it's the sun?"
"Pffft, I'm better then an assasin clown, kid!"
"I said I'm not a kid, freak!"
"Oh, but you act like one!"
At that, her anger seemed to flare. Being called a kid was one thing to tick Sam off, but being told she acted like one as well seemed too far.
Hey, why not cut off his limbs? The voice asked Sam.
Sam shrugged it off impatiently and gave the clown a glare.
"Who are you?"
"Why, I'm the great Laughing Jack. But you may call me L.J since we're close friends."
"Friends? ...I don't have any and I don't need any, especially if it's an obnoxious clown!"
Why not?
"Obnoxious huh?" L.J smirked and brought out some large scissors from behind his back.
He waved the blood stained object tauntingly in the air before he opened his mouth wide and swallowed it whole. His incredibly long, striped tongue curled around the spit covered blade and pushed the rest in until it had completely been swallowed.
Why not? Why not kill him? We have plenty more weapons! Why not!? The voice began to ring louder and louder in her head, causing Sam to cover her ears and scream.
"Hm?" L.J watched with interest as Sam fell to her knees. Her screaming soon turned into chuckles, then laughter. Her shoulders shook as she did so.
"Why not...hehehe...why...?" Sam asked through chuckles. Her eyes were wide, as if she were afraid of herself, but her grin stayed.
She lifted her head to look at L.J and smiled a spine chilling smile. "...Why...not...smile a little more...?"
L.J somehow saw it coming and moved aside before Sam could injure him with her couple of scissors.
In fact, he found it easy to see when Sam would attack, the only problem was that she was too fast for him, and sooner or later he was going to be one dead clown.
"Why won't you just die already!?" Sam aimed her left attack on his face while the other hand prepared to stab the clown in the guts.
"Ha!" L.J dissappeared into a poof of black smoke and monochrome shreds of paper and ribbon.
"I'm behind you!" Sam spun and stabbed the air. Again, smoke clouded the air.
"Over here!" The clown taunted.
"Grrr, shut up and fight, coward Jack!"
"Oh, but what fun is that? You told me to entertane you with some tricks, didn't you?"
"...Yeah, you're right!" Sam grinned and closed her eyes. "Let's play a game, Jack."
"Ooh, a game!" She heard Jack say from somewhere in the darkness of her own world. "What kind of game?"
"A game...that's fun..." Sam inhaled slowly. "I bet you a fifty percent chance that you might win...or I might win..."
"And the ruuules?" Jack sang.
"Heh, if I win, I get to paint the world with your blood. If you win, you can kill me however you like."
"What if I don't want to kill you...yet?"
"That's up to you...ready or not, here I come!" Sam opened her eyes and followed her senses. Jack was definitely somewhere on the street, she could tell.
"When I find you, Jack, I'll cut you up into little pieces while you're still alive and feed it to the poor!"
