The Clown

Before it turns out to be a problem (it probably won't, but precaution is better than cure) this story originated from my old account @Gabrielle-chibi. I only edited it and transferred it here. That's all. Enjoy!

Kamaya woke up with a gasp. One hand flew to her flat chest as the other ran through her mess of curly, medium length, black hair. She sighed. 'It's only the blender downstairs.' she thought, her breathing and nerves having somewhat calmed down.

'The blender... Tofu!' her breathing became erratic once more. Her soft, steel grey pupils dilated, and her smooth, tanned skin paled.

What if her tail had gotten into the blender? 'No.' she shook her head. 'She would've cried out.' But what if she fell in head first? the young girl paled even more at that thought.

'Please be okay.' she chanted as she threw the thick blanket off her legs. 'You're all I have left.'

Kamaya got out of bed, her thick, lavender socks silencing the sound of her small feet hitting the floor. Walking out of the white wooden door that she kept open at night and down the hall, the teen stopped at the top of the flight of stairs that would lead her to the kitchen.

She took a deep breath and exhaled silently, willing her feet to move down the bamboo hardwood steps, skipping the middle one, knowing that it creaked.

Once downstairs, she walked straight into the kitchen where the light was on and peeped inside. What she saw would make any other thirteen year old pass out, but Kamaya was by no means average - having witnessed her parents' murders not two years prior.

What she saw was a man, about six feet tall, in a red clown suit with black white and yellow polka dots. The costume was complete with huge, shiny, black shoes, a red nose, and a red, frizzy wig. He was in front of the blender, one hand over the top, the other holding Tofu's head, her bi-colored eyes frozen wide in terror, her once pure white fur now soiled by a crimson fluid that still dripped ever so slowly onto the white tiled floors.

The man turned around slowly, revealing empty eye sockets and a huge grin that showed off yellowish, jagged teeth. "Oh!" he cheered in a raspy baritone. "How nice to meet you in person at last, Kamaya." He grinned wider, his rough voice still heard over the blender's loud sound. He stopped the blender. " Come on out, I don't bite. Would you like some?" His head tilted to one side slightly in faux innocence, and he uncovered the blender, the metallic stench of blood which already permeated the room became stronger, hitting the girl like a ton of bricks.

Kamaya gagged "W-what are you?" she asked, body frozen in terror, much like an actor when the television had been paused. 

"Me?" he asked, tilting his head more to the left, tapping his chin with a blackened nail and frowning. He stopped tapping and straightened his head, opting to look straight into Tofu's green and blue eyes by bringing the head up to his face. 

He grinned again, teeth glinting in the light. "I'm only your worst nightmare." He turned his attention back to the terrified young teen. "Heads up!" he tossed the cat's head her way and chuckled, "I'm Allen by the way."

By reflex alone, Kamaya caught the head in both hands before if hit her face. She looked into Tofu's green left eye and blue right one, searching, hoping to find some form of life, but knowing it was for naught.

She trembled, dropping the head as if it burned her hands. Her knees gave out and she collapsed on the floor with a cry, as tears welled up in her stormy eyes, but she refused to let them fall.

"Oh?" Allen raised a black eyebrow. "You're a tough little kitten, aren't you?" he purred, pouring himself a large glass of the putrid substance from the blender. He moaned when he tasted it, his eyelids closing. "This tastes so good!" he licked his lips in a way that had Kamaya not been terrified, and had Allen not been an obviously psychotic man - more like monster- who enjoyed drinking blended animals, would have been a real turn on.

He pulled out a sharp dagger - from where? Kamaya had no idea - and made his way over to the raven haired girl who was still on the floor. He stopped directly in front of her and grinned. "Which part of you would you miss the least?" Kamaya stiffened in her black, over-sized t-shirt. "Y-YOU MONSTER!" she screamed after finding her voice which had caught in her throat.

Allen's face contorted into one of pure rage. "I'm more human that you'll ever be! After all, it's not my parents who are dead because I wanted to chase a damn cat into an alleyway!" he growled, the sockets where his eyes should've been seemingly darkening as he swung his blade to her neck, but changed his trajectory at the last second, creating a gash in her upper arm, not quite deep enough to cause her to bleed out.

Kamaya bit down on her pink bottom lip, making it bleed, the metallic substance seeping into her mouth as she tried not to scream in pain. She looked up at him through the salty tears that threatened to spill over her flushed cheeks, and glared weakly at Allen. 

He scowled, "Why won't you let that pretty voice of yours out? I love hearing it. Especially during those nightmares of yours." He raised the dagger to her face and slowly dragged it through her flesh across her cheek.

Kamaya couldn't handle the pain, and screamed, causing the wound to pour more blood and fill her mouth with more of the nauseating liquid. She lifted a pale, shaky hand to her face and put pressure on it hoping to slow the bleeding. "That won't work. That cut is deep enough to cause you to bleed out." Allen clicked his tongue, his grin returning. "But that won't be fun now, would it?" he tilted his head slightly to the left.

"Tell you what. I'll patch you up on one condition." his scratchy voice rang through the kitchen. Kamaya's eyebrows furrowed. 'He's helping me? Why?' Kamaya questioned herself as she began to feel light-headed. As if sensing her confusion, Allen answered her question. "I'm helping you because you're fun to play with." The way he said 'play' made a shiver go up the young girl's spine.

"You act all tough and strong, like nothing I do to you affects you. And I want to hear you scream in pain when I hurt you, to see you crumble between my fingers as I destroy your mind and body until there's nothing left to hurt. That will be the greatest euphoria to me. Then, and only then will you be truly free of my presence in your life." He purred, running his clawed fingers across her chin, leaving angry, red scratches.

He took a step back and looked down at Kamaya's dazed form. "Do you wanna be treated or not? I have no qualms against continuing what I had planned for you." Kamaya's head snapped up. "Y-you we-re serious about tre-treating me?" her voice was soft, almost a whisper. She sounded utterly defeated. And Allen loved it. "Yes I was. I will treat your wounds only if you give yourself over to me to do as I please, when I please."

Kamaya weighed her options. Die of blood loss or from that monster of a man killing her now, or get her wounds treated, live a little longer but under a psycho's control. She let her head drop. "I give myself to you to do as you please." she whispered shamefully.

Allen grinned. "Good choice." He picked up his new toy, and carried her to a bathroom which was downstairs then treated her wounds. After that, he carried her back upstairs to her room, placing her on the comfortable bed. She relaxed slightly when she was out of his arms, but not completely, as he was still in her room.

"I'll be back for you in the morning. If you even try to tell anyone about what happened here, you won't live to regret it." Allen walked out of the room, closing the door behind him. Kamaya finally relaxed when she heard the front door close, but try as she might, she couldn't fall asleep.

The young girl sat up quickly, a cold sweat running down her neck. She rubbed her face with small, pale hands. 'It was only a nightmare.'

Until she looked over and saw Allen grinning at her from across her room. "'Bout time you woke up. I almost thought you were dead."

The End

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