Chapter 4: Clown breaks down.

Luan could only focus on the idea of who Hit's client could be. More so, she was concerned that it might be a member of her own family. "Could they actually want to go this far?" She asked aloud as she walked back to her house. She quickly shook her head and shunned the idea. "No. Luan don't be ridiculous. You guys may get into a fight or argument, but the louds always bounce back stronger than ever." She reasoned confidently. "Of course them being gone and Hit aren't connected. Now I should try and find out who DID hire him!"

Luan made it back home and was about to turn to the door when she saw a piece of paper on the mailbox. "Huh, how long has that been there?" Luan grabbed it off and read it.

"Dear Mr. Mailman. I want to warn you to stay away from our house. Not just because it's April Fools day, but because someone else is coming over to see my sister, Luan. My dad told me he was a hitman, I think that it's a fancy name for a boxer. Anyway, stay safe.

-Leni

Luan's hands trembled as she crushed the paper in her hands and her face turned red. Her heart was ripped into pieces as her arms frantically ripped the paper into shreds. "I can't BELIEVE those monsters!" She screamed as she ran inside and slammed the door. She entered a rage and proceeded to turn the house upside down, throwing furniture and smashing plates and vases. "I tell a few jokes and play a couple pranks and they pay to have me murdered?!"

Her anger was soon directed towards a family portrait over the fire place. She stomped towards it and curled her fingers into a tight fist. Fire seared from them as she wound up to smash the glass into pieces and destroy the image of her family. But before she could, she got on her knees and sobbed. "Why? They were just pranks, people should laugh at those." She cried. "Like when I had Leni follow all those signs out of town. Or when I shaved the fur off all the pets." The poor girl recalled one prank after another.

"There was also when I loaded a boxing glove in the fridge, and raccoons in the rest of the kitchen. Even the time when I had Lana fall into that pit of…" She trailed off as she started to look at her darker pranks. "…Rhubarb pie. Which she is allergic too. Or when I hired those stunt doubles to embarrass you all and ruin your reputation and life's work. And also having Lucy get showered with bleach." She recalled seeing the deadly dangers of her talent.

Having calmed down, she sat on the couch and looked at the destruction she sowed. Shame engulfed her soul and she felt a sorrow so intense, not even tears could do it justice. "Am I really this terrible?" She asked as she looked back to the photo, the glass frame miraculously unharmed. "These guys put up with me for so long. Maybe… I deserve this." She wondered. She pulled out her phone and checked the time.

8:00 pm.

"4 hours? I could've made so many more pranks today." She lamented. Luan looked out the window and clenched her fists again. "You know what? No. My family may want me gone, but I'm not dying! I'm going out on top and going to make peace with them one way or another! And If I'm gonna die…" Her mind briefly flashed back to Hit. "…I'm not leaving without a fight!" Luan got up and opened the door to her room and grabbed various novelty toys and gags from under her bed.

"Looks like it's HIT or miss!" She quipped, but this time, she didn't laugh. She went across the house gathering supplies from all over. She went into Lisa's room and got some security cameras and a laptop. As she set them up all over the house, she dropped thumbtacks across the floors and set up various barrels on top of the doors. Filling them with things ranging from novelty teeth to kitchen grease. She went down the stairs one last time and lathered margarine on them.

"Maybe I can salvage my caramel bomb?" She wondered as she got some scissors and slightly opened the fridge door. She cut the wire and disarmed the bomb without getting covered in sticky ooze. She then placed it under the kitchen table and put a small receiver connected to a detonator remote inside it.

"Almost done. Maybe I'll turn up the heat right at the start?" She asked as she grabbed some hot sauce from the cabinet and poured it into a water gun, setting it up to go off when the door was opened. She checked the clock one more time. It read 11:57. "Better wrap this up." She quickly ran to the basement and grabbed a bucket of paint, tying it up to a long rope and set up her spot with the laptop. With a remote in her hand, she took a deep breath as she looked at the clock.

12:00.

"It's time."

Meanwhile, outside the house, Hit looked upon the building and grunted. "Her time is up. Time to finish the job." He remarked as he walked across the street towards the front lawn.

"How will you respond to your fate, Luan Loud?"