PENNY
PART ONE: The Demon's Angel
PROLOGUE
The cave was dark, damp, and all noise echoed off the walls. A woman around the age of eighteen lay on a large, flat boulder. Her breathing was raspy, her forehead dripping beads of sweat. She was dying.
Her skin was pale, but now that she was ill it was even paler. Her usually long, beautiful, blonde hair was matted, dirty, and tangled. Her eyes were now a dull, lifeless blue instead of their usual shining, crystal blue. She was a beautiful young woman. Her body was formed flawlessly. She bore curves that'd make a goddess jealous, with a large bust and beautifully-shaped hips. She was tall, with a dancer's body, and able to do many acrobatic moves. She moved swiftly, talked swiftly. This young woman was swift. She could charm any man with just a glance of her ocean blue eyes.
Suddenly, a figure loomed over her suffering body. Her chest heaved heavily. She glanced up to see a tall man, dressed in a large, yellow clown suit with puffy orange buttons running down his chest. His face was painted white with a large traditional red-painted smile, even though his lips formed no smile. Large puffs of red sprouted from the sides of his head. To complete the clown costume, he bore a bright, round, red nose.
He brushed a white-gloved hand against her forehead, and growled, baring a set of razor-sharp teeth.
"I-I'm dying…Help m-me…" she gasped. Her breathing grew faster, unsteady. He gripped her forehead with his gloved hand tightly.
"It's time to go back anyway," the clown responded.
"I need them," she rasped. "I-I n-need to f-feed." She coughed, followed by a gag, almost coughing up her insides. "Children. I need to…eat them."
"And you will," the clown promised. He took his hand from her head and clenched it into a fist down at his side. His voice twisted into something even more demonic, if that was possible, for his voice already sounded so evil.
"Don't worry, Penny, you will."