Beginning of an Obsession…
"Oh
the destruction, the complete and utter DESTRUCTION!! It is truly
marvelous of how easy all of this has become!" shouted the crazed
clown as he stood on the rubble that is now New York City." At
first it seemed so confusing, so unnecessary, so inhumane…but now I
see, it truly does help to get rid of all the anger, hahahaha!!"
"Slicing, and shooting, just completely slaughtering so many, in
one very tiny contest." the insane clown rambled on, never seeming
to end. "So many poor souls just waiting to suffer at my hands, so
many already have, haha, however, I do not think any of them were
having as much as I was hahaha!" every word the man said seemed to
boost his own ego to such high extremes. The psycho stopped soon
though after hearing the owner of the contest blimp passing by with a
message reading, "The next of many battlegrounds would be in a
small town called, Lebanon."
This place was the home of the
killer, all of the adults resented him for his heinous acts, however
many of the younger generation have come to idolize him. See, back in
this town, in the younger years of this clowns life he was a pretty
decent kid never broke the law, never got into trouble at school,
anything that was bad he would stay away from. Until, this one day
sum older kids started picking on him, he didn't know what to do,
so he did the only thing he could think of, fight back. Little did he
know the passion in his heart he had for just punching someone, maybe
it was all those years of holding in the anger that felt so good to
just let go free, or maybe there were a few deep dark secrets the kid
had. Either way, in this case he couldn't help it, they wouldn't
leave him alone, he only took one swing anyway….how was he supposed
to know the bully would fall down and crack his skull that easily. I
mean, it's not like the clown kid knew just how hard a person would
have to smack the ground to die.
Anyway, the town sent the clown
boy to a mental facility, asylum if you will, he was to be locked up
till he learned to coop with the outside life and not hurt another
soul. Many years had passed, twelve to be exact, but finally the time
came and all the doctors thought he had gotten better, he was quite
possibly one of the nicest gentlemen they had ever met, at least that
was their analysis of him. Once the man left the insane asylum he got
a job working as a pyrotechnic on film sets, since while he was in
the asylum the only smell that came through from the outside was fire
he had found an obsession with it. Well one day after he got done
working on set for a really great movie, lots of explosions, a lot of
death, his view for a great film, a man approached him and told him
about a tournament. A tournament of different sorts, and the prize
was that the winner would get anything he wished for. This man was
bald, with one side of his face being partially burnt, he dressed as
if he were a hobo, with cut up jeans, torn over coat, a dirty t-shirt
and scuffed brown dress shoes, his eyes seemed to be of different
shades one being a darkish blue and the other was a solid black. This
"hobo" had Nick's, the insane clown, mind almost made-up until
Nick's cell phone rang, by the time he had gotten off he had
thought about the offer…Nick told the man that he would have to
think about it and told the man to come back the nest day.
That night Nick's older brother, Justin, and two of his best
friends came over and hung out. They talked, played games, watched a
movie, and looked up disgusting things on the internet just as they
used to do when they were younger. Justin, Thomas and Brandon, the
two best friends, had always been Nick's friends even during his
trials and the years of being in a nut house. Soon after getting done
on the computer, Thomas went to the kitchen to grab a beer out of the
fridge out of the corner of his eye he saw Nick walk into one of the
back rooms he never used. Thomas, never letting the beer go, closed
the refrigerator and slowly followed Nick; through a crack in the
door he saw just a few bright flashes of what looked to be fire. His
curious side got the best of him and Thomas cracked open the door a
little more; he heard a strange, deep voice talking to Nick. See in
the asylum there was this old man that had mystical powers of which
he used on Nick. He used them to give Nick his every dream and any
fantasy of killing, in sense, Nick could do. Well, the old man told
Nick just before he left that he could call on him anytime just
perform the appropriate sessions.
Thomas,
tripped while trying listen in even more, the old man left in flash
once this happened. After Thomas and Nick talked Nick explained the
situation to his brother and Brandon. None of them were in true
understanding of it all, and none of them really approved of it, but
they just told Nick to do whatever he felt was good with him. Nick
really wanted to wipe his slate clean and never have any of this
happen, everyday he regretted being in the asylum cause of all the
people he let down and made mad at him. So the next day at the film
set the same strange man arrived, he offered the deal to Nick one
last time. Right as Nick was about to answer Justin, Brandon, and
Thomas showed to up also sign up for the contest. Thinking how fun
this contest would be with his friends in it Nick, smilingly, said
yes, while also hoping that some day everyone would forgive him. The
dirty man did not enjoy the fact of the other people joining up, but
at the same time had his own thoughts of how this would work……