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A gunshot echoed in the dark.
Her body fell, hitting the hard ground below with a heavy thud. Her eyes focused on something, anything. The blue orbs found her left hand watching it tremble as the skin turned milky white. Blood flowed around her hand, staining the milky skin.
Her vision began to fade and no matter how hard she tried it continued to blur. "Please..." she managed to say before her voice failed her. She felt it catching in her throat as she gasped for a breath. Her lungs seemed to burn and she could hear her heart beating heavily in her ears.
Thump...thump...it was slowing. Her eyes clouded with tears which blurred her vision even more.
Thump...Thump...her heart was failing her, and she couldn't stop it.
Thump thump...thump...thu...mp...thu...
The blue of her eyes glazed over her breathing stopped after one final exhale. The last thing she saw was a hand coming towards her. A black gloved hand that was now imprinted into her mind as the black abyss took over.
Her body shot up lungs filling with fresh air. Slowly she sat up eyes now clear glanced around around. She was laying on a bed of hay next to a animal cage. Much like the ones you would see at a Circus. "Where..." She happened to glance down at herself noticing the change in her wardrobe. She was not wearing the clothes she had remembered wearing.
Now dressed in a red and black plaid dress, black tights and black ankle booties. "What am I wearing?" She asked herself as she pulled herself up from the ground. "Hello?" She called out as she walked out of the large tent where she had been laying. "Hello?"
She heard a soft crunching sound which caused her to gasp. Taking a step back her eyes glanced downwards. Sitting there before her on the ground was a black rabbit with floppy ears. "Oh...hello there." She knelt down slowly so she would not startle the rabbit. Her hands encircling his body lifting him into her arms. "Its okay." She told him as he began to squirm "Its okay." Holding the rabbit close to her body she stood again making her way through what looked like a Carnival camp.
"How did I get here?"
The sound of loud rustling was heard in the distance. Upon closer inspection she noticed the sound was coming from a dumpster by a Freak Show tent. Something was inside moving around in the trash. Taking a step forward she saw a flash of an old Bowler hat covered in safety pins before it disappeared beneath the rim of the dumpster.
"He-hello?"
She called out cautiously still holding securely onto the rabbit in her arms. She gulps walking closer despite the voice in her head telling herself...no. The small rocks on the ground crunched beneath her boots as she kept walking closer.
"H-hello?"
She ever so slowly stood on her tiptoes to peek into the dumpster. With one hand clutching the rabbit she lifts the other to take a hold of the dumpster. Pulling herself up she sees nothing but trash. Yet, the trash appeared to be...breathing? 'How very odd.' She couldn't help but think.
"Hello?" She managed to whisper out once more.
A shrill noise cuts through the air scaring her enough to make her lose her grip on the dumpster. She crashed onto the graveled ground landing hard enough to make her cry out in surprise. The rabbit she never lost her grip on appears to be fine, all though, she could feel its heart trying to escape its small furry body.
Suddenly a rich, dark laugh began to echo off the dumpster walls. The shifting sounds of trash starts up again. A pale hand clothed in a black finger-less glove shot up clutching a harmonica. The rest of the body soon followed with trash falling off of it.
She gulped watching the large figure come forth. Those piercing eyes coming over the rim of the dumpster. She gasped at the sight of them.
They were white.
His face slowly came into view, covered in paint similar to that of a clown with a single tear drop beneath his left eye. His nose held a round red clown nose that was smeared with what looked like black paint. His arms were crossed over the rim of the dumpster as he stared down at her. A flash of white teeth caught in a sneer.
"That wasn't very funny." She grumbles not taking her eyes off of him.
"If you say so Darlin' because from up here, it was hella amusin'." The mention of Hell seemed to send him into another wave of laughter.
"Oh stop laughing! Who are you anyways?"
"Who am I? Oh how rude of me for not introducing myself." He launched himself out of the dumpster like a rocket landing on the dirt ground. He stalks towards her with that sneer on his face. She tries to backpedal away from him but those eyes and that sneer locked her in place. The hand not holding tight to the still frightened bunny was suddenly encased in a warm grip of the painted stranger. The same hand was lifted to his lips which he bent to kiss with a warm press of dry lips.
"Just call me Hobo Clown, Darlin'."