{OP : Purple Lamborghini By Skrillex, Rick Ross}

[Episode 2 : The Dream]


Joel is the newest employee of I.M.P.

The Immidiate Murder Professionals. A group of imps here in Hell that work with people who were wronged on Earth. People who were sent down here for what they saw as the wrong reasons.

As long as he was getting paid his boss, an imp named Blitzo, usually didn't seem to care for the reason a client wanted a person in the living world dead.

Blitzo let the clown use the book he borrowed from Stolas to teleport himself to Earth, and back again one the mission was completed.

Joel were teleported to a nightclub in Miami, Florida. The target was known to frequently stop by this location, so he was sure to be here still.

Currently he perched up on the roof of a nearby building, overlooking the club. Joel's eye is pressed to the scope of his sniper rifle.

All he have to do is wait for the target to step outside.

Apparently, this guy was a self proclaimed pimp that murdered one of his escorts. That escort was the client the clown were hired by.

Blitzo said the target always wears a long red colored cost with a bright white fur covered coller on it.

Should be pretty easy to spot him, if he's still wearing it.

Joel see the front door to the nightclub suddenly fly open and see the man in question standing in the doorway.

He looks like he's shouting at someone inside. He has his back turned the clown, and he can see him waving his arms around in angered expression.

Joel would just shoot him now and be done with it, but Moxxie advised him to wait, until the target gets to a more secluded location.

Eventually, he step outside the nightclub and walks towards a black colored sedan. It has tinted windows, but the clown's night vision scope should allow him to easily see through them.

As he nears the car, Joel take one final look at everything around him. No people are paying attention to him. No one else is in the parking lot, and there are currently no passersby on the sidewalk by the street.

He unlocks the car and opens up its driver door, then steps inside.

It's now or never.

Joel pull the sniper rifle's trigger.

Click*

What? Is it jammed or something?

Again, he pulled the trigger, and hear the same dreaded clicking sound.

Joel remove the magazine from his rifle, and gaze upon it in horror.

No bullets. It's completely empty.

He made sun there was plenty of ammo in this thing! How could it be empty.

Just then, a door from behind the clown swings open with a great force. He turn around and see a man with an evil smile step out. He's wearing a long black trench coat and matching fedora.

"You've got a lot of nerve coming here..." He said quietly before pulling a silver Tommy Gun seemingly out of thin air.

A loud female voice that sounds strangely familiar suddenly echoes all around the clown.

"Joel! What the Hell are you doing!? You need to get back to work!"

The mysterious man appears to have somewhat not noticed the insanity loud voice.

"Any last words?" He asks, pointing the weapon at the teenager's direction.

Joel opened his mouth to speak, but for some reason no sound came out.

"Nothing, hun? Very well". He said, pulling the bolt back on his Tommy Gun.

The clown try to reach an arm out to grab his uncle's teleportation book, but his arm remains firmly at his side.

No matter how much he try to force it to move, arm remains still.

The loud disembodied voice suddenly screams. "WAKE UP, YOU CLOWN!"

Joe brace for the bullets' impact, and pulled the gun's trigger.

The gun's barrel flashs, and the teenager's vision immediately cuts off. Joel can't see or feel a thing.

All he can see now is a blinding white light.


{ED : Wreck Havoc By Skylar Grey}