Year of the Clowns

Year of the Clowns

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Genre: Horror

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Status: In Progress

Genre: Horror

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Summary

(NOTE: This is considered a draft, so the story is not near perfect and is basic to say the most. Expect many changes and additions to the plot and characters.)
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It all started with a killer-clown prank gone wrong.
This prank was the spark needed to set the "Tricks" gang to the top.
Now, the town of Morrelay is overrun with clowns; the gang's attire.
And at the core of it all stands Atticus Shire, a 14-year-old 8th grader, who gets involved with many gang violence—and even participates in some.
Can Atticus Shire, with the help of others, stop the "Tricks" from taking over Morrelay?
Or will Atticus fall short and get taken over himself?
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Summary

(NOTE: This is considered a draft, so the story is not near perfect and is basic to say the most. Expect many changes and additions to the plot and characters.)
———————————————————————————————————————
It all started with a killer-clown prank gone wrong.
This prank was the spark needed to set the "Tricks" gang to the top.
Now, the town of Morrelay is overrun with clowns; the gang's attire.
And at the core of it all stands Atticus Shire, a 14-year-old 8th grader, who gets involved with many gang violence—and even participates in some.
Can Atticus Shire, with the help of others, stop the "Tricks" from taking over Morrelay?
Or will Atticus fall short and get taken over himself?

Chapter1 (v.1) - Flashback: Part 1

Author Chapter Note

While dialing 911, Atticus gets a flashback that reveals a lot of information of the "prank".

Chapter Content - ver.1

Submitted: March 31, 2017

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Chapter Content - ver.1

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As my phone dials 911, I get a rush in my stomach. Butterflies, to be exact. My head begins to spin. What am I doing? Why am I calling? Why would I call? There's nothing to gain here. It would be helping the police, but it would be putting a big target on me. What if the police interrogate me?

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"Yo, I promise you it's just around the corner." says Ryan.
"Dude, you keep saying that after every block we pass, man. Just hurry and show me already." I say.
"Aight, just chill. It's worth the wait!" He replies.

As Ryan turns the corner, he stops and grabs me still. He pushes me flat towards the rock wall we are leaning on. He takes a peak around the rock wall, and motions me to follow, and he puts a finger to his mouth to signal me to be quiet. As we're walking towards the park, towards a specific humongous tree that just towers over the entire park, we can hear sounds of crickets and night owls. It's dark and hard to see, but I can feel mosquitos or aphids crawling on my legs. Ryan just keeps motioning me to follow him with his hands, so I do. We keep walking, closer and closer to the big tree. A few yards away from the tree, Ryan stops moving, making me bump into him.

"Shhh!" He says quietly, yet aggressively.
"Look," he continues,"right there on the branch." 
I squint my eyes and see very carefully, using the moon light for help. And right there on the tree branch is a golden squirrel. 
"A gsquirrel? Really? That's what you called me out here for? Wow… " I say.
"Fool, when do you ever see a golden squirrel?" He asks.
I just laugh and throw a rock at the branch, making the squirrel run through the foliage.
"Oh shit, I should've taken a picture of it!" I shout. It was indeed a beautiful squirrel. 
"All good, I got many of it." Ryan replies. I don't know how, but Ryan manages to make me laugh at everything he says. He just kind of has this way of talking and moving. t's like a kid in a teenager body. I can't explain it. He just has a funny, non-serious mood.

We sit on one of the many park benches and chill. It's 10:00p.m. at night. I got to admit, the park is just beautiful at night time. Fireflies come out and light up the place, and the enormous tree just gives the park an amazingly calm mood. Ryan isn't really using his phone, just relaxing and breathing in the cold Autumn air. I'm occasionally looking at my phone, but mostly looking at the park scenery. To be honest, I wouldn't be looking at my phone at all if it weren't late. What I mean by this is that, basically, me and Ryan snuck out of our houses. Sure it's the weekend, but that doesn't mean we don't have a curfew. We're both minors, and state curfew is 11:00p.m. Anyways, Ryan convinced me to sneak out because he wanted to show me something "cool". We do this all the time, though. We usually just talk in the park and stuff. It's very peaceful here at night. There aren't any disturbances or loud noises. Or so I thought…

"So, you still like… what's her name… ?" Ryan asks me.
"Angela? And no." I respond.
"Bro, I know when you're lying. Now just ask her out already." He says jokingly.
"Shut the fuck up!" I say laughing, and hit his shoulder. I gaze towards a rabbit that hopped by, point to it, and Ryan takes a picture. As you can tell, Ryan likes to take pictures; it's his thing—he wants to be a photographer when he grows up. Anyways, we just sat on that bench just enjoying the peacefulness.

Well… that was until Ryan gave the most frightening scream. 
"Ahhh!" He jumps off the bench and into the almost-mowed-down-grass.
Startled, I turn back and, in the dead of night, see a clown with an axe in the air! A true nightmare. WithoutMe and Ryan dash towards the park bathrooms as fast as we can. I'm sweating and panicking inside. My stomach begins to turn and twist and I'm getting butterflies from fear. However, I notice that there's nothing following us. I don't hear foosteps or anything. I turn back and see that the clown isn't even near us. I can see him afar near the benches we were just at. I can even hear laughing from here. Sure, it might seem creepy on paper. You know...'a clown laughing in the middle of the night near a bench,' but it really isn't. Right before entering the bathroom doors, I stop and gaze in the direction of the clown. Ryan on the other hand just barges through the bathroom door. I ask Ryan to come back out.

"You're crazy!" He says. "There's a fucking clown chasing us in the middle of the night!"
"Bro, no he's not. Look." I say.
Ryan takes a peak, and sees it's true. The clown isn't following us. 

"Let's go back, follow me." I say.

Ryan just moans a 'this is a bad idea' kind of moan and follows me. As we are a couply yards to the bench we were just at, we can clearly see a group of guys, three guys. They are all laughing and hyper. One of them is wearing a clown costume and an axe in one hand. The others are just regular teens, one of them is holding a phone; I can see that it's recording as well because of the blinking red light. They just kind of look at us and laugh even more. I realize that me and Ryan still have shocked faces, so we probably look really panicked, adding to these pranksters' fuel.

"You guys look like you just shit bricks!" The clown guy shouts.
"So you guys just pranking or what?" I ask, rolling my eyes.
"Yea boy, and we got you good!" Some guy replies.
"It's gonna be on YouTube!" The clown guy says, still laughing.
"Whatever, you guys are dumb." Ryan says. "What's your YouTube channel anyways," he asks.
"It's SwaggyChapps340. I'm Frank and I run the channel." The guy recording responds. Aka., Frank.
"Yea, and I'm the guy who actually has the balls to dress up in a clown costume haha! I'm J-"
"Fuck! Phone died, let's go home, I'll just get my camera real quick and we'll continue." Frank says. 
The three guys walk away, and so do we.

"Well the beautiful park is ruined because of these dumbasses, so let's go, man." Ryan says.
We're walking past many blocks when we reach this long street that has dark-oak trees on both sides of the sidewalk, so it just looks creepy. To add to the creepiness, the street has one yellow blinking light. There's even a single bench in the sidewalk on the left side of the street—parallel to where we are. Keep in mind, it's not a street with houses, it's just a rode that leads to another neighborhood; our neighborhood.
We see some guy sitting on the single wooden bench, and me and Ryan just try not to make much of a presence; me and Ryan are old enough to know that weirdos come out at night. We literally just saw some guy wearing a clown costume in the middle of the night, and what if this guy is someone more crazy. 
He's on his phone. He's just probably waiting for a ride or something. He looks like a high schooler, and probably is; maybe around 16-17 years old.

"Well that's not creepy at all." Ryan says sarcastically, making me chuckle.
"Speaking of creepy, watch this Atticus!" Ryan whispers with a smile, while looking towards the direction of the guy on the bench.
I look and notice the guy wearing the clown costume sneaking behind the bench guy. Before it even comes, me and Ryan are chuckling. The clown guy yells and swings his axe in the air, and of course, the bench guy screams.
At first, me and Ryan held back our laughs, but when we looked at eachother, we let it all go. We laughed out loud…we didn't care if we were making a lot of noise; it was so funny! I just kept looking at Ryan's face, which then made me laugh even more—as I said earlier, no matter what Ryan does, I laugh. Furthermore, the bench guy had thrown his phone so hard in our direction that it hit Ryan's foot, making him say "ouch". It's such an adrenaline rush seeing someone getting pranked. It was scary when it happened to us, but seeing it happen to someone else is just pure comedy gold.

However, Ryan's laugh immediately stopped. It was so fast, it scared me. Ryan isn't a type of person to just stop laughing. He laughs at everything and has a positive personality. I've never seen him so serious. He looks confused, yet serious. Keep in mind, I'm looking at him, but he's looking away from me. So, I look in the direction he's looking, which is the direction of the bench guy and clown guy. And what I thought would be another laugh (from seeing the bench guy petrified of the clown like we were), comes out my mouth a startled breath. Me and Ryan look at each other for a second in absolute shock, confusion, and fear. Not like when we were pranked by the clown, way more than that. Like one hundred times that.

There's literally blood all over the floor and bench. Even from our distance we can see it. And we're a couple of yards away (the two sidewalks on the rode are pretty far from eachother). My eyes move to follow where the blood is flowing from. It starts from the rode and leads directly to the head of the bench guy… separated from the rest of the body. In the corner of my eye I see Ryan running straight off into the direction of our neighborhood, but I don't. My eyes continue to move around the bloody site. First thing I saw that made me run as well, which I bet made Ryan run, was the clean axe the clown was holding… now covered in blood.


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