Chapter 118: "I hate clowns...!"

Sweet Tooth stared at Damon, and slowly approached him, until the gun was pressed right to his chin, and his weapon, which turned out to be a homemade machete of sorts, to Damons' neck,

"You got some serious balls, I'll give you that," said the clown, "but do you really think you can take out all of us...?" Sweet Tooth held out his ice cream bearing arm, and all the other clowns behind him held up an entire arsenal, from handguns to assault rifles to shotguns to even grenade launchers, all aimed at Damon. The boy didn't even quiver, he only kept his eyes on the clown in front of him, and gave him a serious answer,

"No actually, I don't...but I know I can take out you and only you before their bullets find their mark on me." Sweet Tooth tilted his head to the side, calculation Damon in his head, and admiring him for his guts...guts he felt he would be spilling very soon.

As this was transpiring, Katrina tried to put pressure on Christophers wound, but the old man died from the blood loss right before Damon said his last sentence, and upon hearing it, Katrina turned to her friend facing the evil clown, stood and tried to approach them,

"Damon...please don't-!"

"Shut your mouth girly!" The clown spat at her, "Or do you want to be buried in the same grave as your boyfriend here?" Katrina froze as soon as the clown shouted at her, petrified with fear until everyone heard a new voice speak up,

"Alright boys, that's enough." Everyone in earshot turned to the new voice, and they saw a new figure that made Sweet Tooth stare in shock,

"S-S-Sophie?!" He stammered. Everyone saw a female, looking to be around his age, dressed in dark boots, elbow length gloves, suspenders, white pants with pink polka dots, a red tube top, a red rose belly button ring with silver petals, a pickaxe resting on her shoulders, and a sleek painted mask, also resembling a clown, but with razor teeth, and shockingly enough, at the same time she had long strawberry blonde hair, she too had a flaming scalp.

"Good to see you too Charlie..." said the female clown, "...or should I say little brother?" Sweet Tooth took his blade away from Damons' throat, and pointed it at the new clown,

"So what? Calypso revived you, and now you're his bitch?"

"More or less," she said, "but I am loyal to him, and he sent me a message. That being 'you may only kill the two new kids during the game, and not before.' Something about a fantastic show between powerless devils and killer clowns." Sweet Tooth casted a brief glare to Damon and Katrina, raising an unseen eyebrow behind his mask, and returned it to his sister,

"Fine, so long as I can still take my shot at turning Calypsos' head into a hood ornament," he growled. Sophie merely chortled at him,

"Little brother, I would love to see you try!" She then walked away from the group of clowns, mechanics and the two teenagers, with Sweet Tooth waiting until she was out of sight before he spoke directly to Damon,

"I don't know what Calypso did to make you join his game, but I will be the one winning, and I will be the one killing Calypso." Damon scoffed,

"I kind of know the feeling of what you're going through, with losing a parent, but me and my friend need Calypso alive so we can get back what he stole from us," Damon then brought a finger up as if he just had an idea, "but if you're lucky, we might let you dish it out with him afterwards. Deal?" Damon held out his hand for a shake, but instead was handed the sea salt ice cream,

"We'll see when we get there," said Sweet Tooth. He stepped into his ice cream truck, cranked the engine, and he and his army of clowns sped past them and out of the scrapyard. Once they were gone, Katrina sank to her knees, a quiet sob escaping her throat as a yellow fluid trickled out the side of her right pant leg, originating from a large wet spot on the front of her jeans. Damon looked down at the ice cream, raised an eyebrow, and curiously took a bite, his eyes lighting up as the frozen confection hit his tongue,

"This is actually pretty damn good! No wonder Roxas, Axel and Xion loved this!" Damon then heard one of the mechanics from before ask aloud,

"Who the hell is Xion?" Damon frowned at the question, and tilted his head up as he spoke loudly,

"Whoever just fucking asked that is going to get slapped!" He turned around, seeing the head mechanic on his cellphone, calling an ambulance for Christopher, and then to Katrina, who was shaking as she was still on the ground, her jeans now soaked with her own urine. "Oh Jesus, Katrina are you okay?" Damon rushed to her, helping her stand shakily onto her feet, who simply kept mumbling the same sentence over and over to herself,

"I hate clowns...! I hate clowns...! I hate clowns...!"

Some time later...

Both teenagers were moved into the main building in the scrapyard, resembling a large two story auto garage, with the second level being a slightly messy living quarters. Katrinas' clothes were just put in an old washing machine as the former goddess was standing nude in a decently hot walk-in shower, washing her body while trying to keep her sobbing to a minimum. This proved to be futile as she heard a knock on the showers clouded glass door,

"Kat, you okay?" Katrina sighed, briefly sniffing before turned to the shower door, seeing Damons' outline behind the clouded glass,

"No Damon, I'm not okay. I lost the first guy I felt comfortable sharing my body with, I lost all my powers and weapons as well as being turned back into a weakass human, trapped in a world where killer clowns are the norm, not to mention I hate clowns with a burning passion." She then scoffed, and asked Damon sarcastically, "Should I stop there or do you want me to go further back than the last twelve hours?" Damon paused, then before she knew what was happening, an equally nude Damon opened the shower door, stepped in, cupped Katrinas' face with his hands, and planted a deep kiss on her lips. Katrina was more than a bit surprised by this turn of events, and Damon pulled himself away from her, "What the hell was that?!"

"That was me getting you to shut the fuck up," said Damon, leaning against the wall of the shower, drawing an irritated glare from the former goddess, "yes we're both human, yes we aren't as fast or as strong as before, but you know what? We can still win this. We can beat Calypsos' game, we can get our powers and shit back, find Adrian, kill Zeus, and be back in time for school to start back up for next semester." Katrina sighed,

"But how do you know? We don't even know how to play Twisted Metal."

"True," admitted Damon, "but I bet those mechanics downstairs wouldn't mind helping since Sweet Tooth killed their boss." Katrina raised an eyebrow as Damon grinned.

Early next morning...

Damon, Katrina and the mechanics were now standing out in the scrapyard, facing several busted out cars in desperate need of repairs,

"So here's the deal," Damon said, turning to the mechanics, "Sweet Tooth killed your boss, and that doesn't sit well with most (if not all) of you." The mechanics nodded, tools in their hands and ready to work, "Now me and my friend Katrina are going to participate in Twisted Metal. Neither of us know a thing about it, but judging from those Mad Max cars, I say we would have to drive and fight in order to win, am I right?" The mechanics were nodding still, with a few spoken confirmations scattered among them. Then the leader of the mechanics spoke up,

"But why should we entrust a couple of kids to do the job? Especially since you tried to make a deal with Sweet Tooth already?" Damon tilted his head at the lead mechanic, and spoke,

"What's your name?"

"Clyde."

"Well then Clyde, I tried making the deal so then we could win easier, but I already got that feeling he'd try to kill me anyway, so let's try to win this! For Christopher!" This got most of the mechanics stirred, "He helped me and Katrina when we needed help, so since he isn't here for us to help him more, we will just have to help you guys instead! But before we could help you, we need you to help us..." Clyde nodded, seeing the other mechanics staring at him, waiting for the next move, and he turned to Damon,

"Alright sonny, we'll help. What do you need us to do?" Damon pointed to the old vehicles behind himself,

"Me and Katrina will each need a vehicle, one for power, in case we are going to be in a demolition derby, and we need one for speed, in case it's going to be a race." Damon clapped his hands together, "Now, in the words of the great Darkwing Duck, 'let's get dangerous'...!"

A/N: Sorry for posting this chapter so late, but I had some family in town and I didn't want a moment of that to go to waste, but here is the chapter, and enjoy!