CATERWAUL - John
Quivering in the corner, his tshirt was ripped, he was scatched and bleeding, bruises in places he never even knew he had, and several hair follicles had been forcefully ripped out of his scalp.
John glanced over the terrifying scene of complete and utter decimation surrounding him.
Shrieking children writhed and thrashed about on the floor.
He squeezed his eyes closed and covered his ears but he was unable to block out their screams.
Each deafening bang further increased his heart rate.
His chest felt as if it would explode if there was another piercing crack.
Hands pressed against the sides of his head, he flickered open one eye to survey the carnage.
Chairs scattered everywhere.
Tables overturned.
The smashed clockface had stopped at 3.37.
The walls dripped with a barrage of jelly splats, the floor a pool of spilled juice and melted icecream.
POP!
Another burst balloon heralded another volley of maniacal laughter.
He nearly jumped out of his skin as the doorbell rang, finally announcing a parent returning for their sugared up hellspawn.
Never... NEH-VER EH-VER AH-GAIN would he let Scott bribe him into being a supervisor for one of their kid brothers' birthday parties.