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He remembered the day it all began. The day he was recruited. A hunter, now his closest ally, saw something in him: his calm under pressure, his talent for strategy, the way he didn’t flinch when told vampires lurked just outside the city
Ecorridor. His old childhood friend went camping with him a while back.. The next morning as Clown came out of his tent, Ecorridor disappeared, with a huge rip in his tent and blood everywhere. His flesh and brain matter scattered everywhere. Clown was going to vomit right then and there. He ran. Left everything behind. The police found Clown, huddled under a tree with tears in his eyes. They ruled it as a bear attack.
Clown’s parents were furious. Not because he was hurt, but because it might stain their reputation. The public was always jealous of how rich the Pierce family was after all. Some even started rumours that they're assassins despite deliberate and obvious proof they weren't.
Clown’s parents blamed him for everything, if they never went camping that day, Ecorridor would still be here.
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Clown knew it. He was in a dream, he couldn't wake up. He couldn't move.
The dream continued.
Clown now stood before his parents.. Knife in his hand, he was much older now, child Kaboodle on the couch asleep, in their big castle. Blood splattered everywhere. Dad, with his throat slit, Blood still oozed out slowly. Mom, with her skull cracked open. Blood still oozed out. Brain membrane visible. Eyes rolled back.
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It flashed back to Clown standing before Ecorridor. His first mission, kill Ecorridor.
Ecorridor was against the wall, he was a vampire. He wasn't dead, he was just attacked by a vampire and converted into one. But now..? He's gone.
Ecorridor had a smile on his face, eyes shut, with his tongue on the floor. Clown had cut it clean off. Along with a swift stab to his chest. Blood spilling everywhere, on the walls, on the floor, on Clown’s mask, on Clown’s clothes, and on Clown’s scythe.
He should’ve died back then, at the campsite. But he didn’t. He turned. And somehow, fate brought him back... as Clown’s first kill.
Before everything ended, before his dream was going to end.. Clown knew the end was near. It had replayed a million times in his head.. There was something different. Clown stood to the side of a tree. A field of grass lay at the heart of the forest—prime territory for vampires.
There was a man in the center of the field.. Clown couldn't make out how he looked like, the mysterious man was just standing there next to a rock, his back facing Clown. The rock was ridiculously large. Clown squinted his eyes behind the mask to get a better look, even stepping a bit closer despite it being dark and the mysterious man being a potential vampire.
He could finally make out the hair, short, brilliant white curls that shimmered like moonlight. He seemed to be wearing a Black royal-parted cape with dark purple accents. The man tilted his head to the side, seeming to sense Clown’s presence. Clown observed his movements.. It was graceful. Almost just as graceful as his own movements when battling vampires. Before the mysterious man could turn his head around fully, Clown’s vision turned into a blur..
There was something strange about him. It stirred a calm in Clown’s stomach.
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Clown jolted awake, out of breath, desperately trying to catch his breath. He was having a headache, everything hurt so bad. He felt as if his head was about to fall off, so he caught his head with his hand. Clown started to catch up with his breath until he could finally breathe properly and get everything under control. He took one last huff before he finally lifted his head to look in front.
He wasn't in the living room anymore, he was in his bedroom, he didn't have his costume on anymore.. He was shirtless, but the bandages on his body were covering his chest. The bandages were covered with blood because of previous injuries caused in battle.
Clown had scars all over his face, body, and arms. Thankfully, they're all not too fresh. Clown assumed Kaboodle carried him into bed.. But he really wondered how, there's no way someone as small as her could carry Clown.. But he brushed it off.. Maybe he got into bed himself. He obviously didn't remember it though.
Clown checked the clock.. Huh. It was the next day already. Afternoon. Clown should get ready.