Starved Of Fear

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Chapter 11

Having violated every speeding offence that was possible within the route from the Yabbie Creek to the outskirts of SummerBay’s smelly sewer, Kat skidded her police cruiser to a rallying car’s halt. The tread on her tyres felt like they had well and truly worn down if the smell of burning rubber was anything to go by. The very important paperwork related to the fearful clown aka Brody Morgan’s case had slipped off the passenger’s seat and now lay amongst the grease of burger wrappers and dropped coffee cups. McCarthy would have been beyond mad if he had known, livid outraged in fact, probably pulling out the little hair that he was lucky enough to still have, given he had to work his days being a watchful eye and mentor to a first class copper such as Kat Chapman. Why he might have even shot himself in the foot after banging his head against the wall had he known that Kat and Ash had shared a fat portion of cheesy dripping chips within the case file’s crinkles Had Kat even bothered to read the case notes she would have come to realise that this clown monster was something not to be thought of as a silly custard pie tossing contest, and brushing his menace aside. But indeed this clown was to be something you custard creamed your underpants over for the file contained the mysterious fates of Brody’s childhood bullies Robbo Zannis and Lena.

 

Kat straighten her police cap checking herself out in her cracked rearview mirror. Dam she looked good, a fine clear shooter, oh yes well she would have been had her fingers of her left hand hadn’t fell upon a empty gun holster belt buckle. Kat’s eyes widen someone had her gun, well let them have it Kat thought, because to be quite frank and honest Kat hadn’t been all that impressed with how the barrel of the gun had started to rust over. Plus she had been hoping for this day Kat opened her door and got out her car with a expression of smugness and look of I’m the law so you better behave or else. Kat walked with purpose around the back of her car and then stopped. gazed around quickly as if she was going to do something to cause herself to feel guilty over if caught, something bad. When Kat deemed the coast clear she flipped the car boot open to hear its creak as it uncovered the mother of all unlicensed  police kind of weapon that you wouldn’t in one million years dream of ever coming across, the semi automatic machine gun. Kat’s eyes gleamed with excitement as she picked the super charged weapon up.

 

Brody Morgan’s fearful flashbacks to his younger days of having created himself a blind shadowed ghost like step father named Blind Freddie, who often enjoyed putting the jeepers creepers up Brody by hiding inside the dark depths of his bedroom closet and jumping out on him with a chilling silent open mouthed screaming face had started to take its toll on his mind. Brody just couldn’t sit tied down inside a runaway train any longer he just had too escape where too exactly too was anyone’s guess. If you were stood on the outside of the storm drain as Kat was at that moment in time you just wouldn’t believe your eyes of what was about to happen.

 

Raffy who had been leapfrogging it across the rooftops of the long and winding train carriages had made steady but awarding progress towards the carriage that held the heart wrenching screams of Beth, who up until this point had had her hair melted away by the treatment of lava at least a dozen times. Raffy held tight onto one of  the eight blacken  spidery legs of Coco The little spider had attached her cloth structure of web to the latch that would open and gain access into the train. The quick ninja drop down skills of Raffy would take everyone by great surprise. Then Coco would poison the hostage taking crazy clown with her spider juice of deadly venom and then Bob’s her uncle Raffy and Coco would save the day, pretty much the same way Tintin and his furry sidekick dog Snowy would, and then Raffy would get top marks at school given her impressive report she would write about this experience, and she would be classed as a super genius. Raffy took a running start and took the slack of Coco’s web and slid through the gap of the opened latch and just swung there smiling down at the scene below her. Raffy’s rescue mission was afoot or it would have been until the very solid looking train broke off into little reality shattering fragments breaking away from each other like Lego pieces.  Raffy felt herself falling. Coco couldn’t spin her web to grab hold of any close to hand points of safety there was none. Only an void of nothingness the pit of blacken tar.

 

Justin’ Scarlett and Buddy looked around the drainpipe the voice of a small boy could be heard as the tunnel around them vanished.

 

 

Kat lowered her machine gun and quit her impressions of Clint Eastwood’s famous catchphrase line of asking whether thin air felt lucky well did it punk? In a way Mother Nature had a way of answering such question with the splitting of the ground opening up wide and deafening Kat. The massive funhouse that erupted itself into existence had taken place in front of Kat who’s reaction was to be very annoyed it had caused her cap to blow from her head and mess her pretty super modelled hair up. The front entrance to this caper fun fuelled looking house was that of a huge smiling clown’s face. Its jaws opening and closing. Kat thinking she was the bees knees never even thought of calling for any back up. Oh no lets just go and wander around this random house what a great idea. Kat entered the clown’s gaping jaws a eerie silence seemed to swallow the echo of her footfalls of her police boots.

 

Mason had been watching from the brushes and now he stepped underneath the huge gaping clown’s grin and entered inside. The recoil spin of Kat’s loaded gun could be heard as Mason’s footsteps washed away into the darkness somewhere beyond he was going to find his Beth he was sure of it.

 

Brody screamed he hadn’t meant to imagine and  have hallucinations of a spooky clown’s funhouse but here they all were about to play their jokers of their packs.                    

                

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Chapter 12

Buddy’s very well trained doggy sniffling nose is pressed amongst the strangely but freshly cut lawn clippings; of the wide spread landscape of pure greenery. Justin Scarlett gazed around astonished by their imprisonment of huge masses of towering high raising hedges at either side of them. Not but a few seconds before had they been lost within the dank drippy tunnels of the smelly sewers. But now they found themselves lost in a real challenging mind melting twisty maze. It’s strange though there’s a loud roaring sound, that Buddy thinks is one of those grass eating monsters that Justin often chases around the garden with. Otherwise known as a lawnmower Buddy can hear Justin breathing heavily and complaining with a high pitched squeak to his voice  that he doesn’t fare too good when in the confined enclosed spaces. Buddy can see that Justin’s pretty female companion Scarlett is trying her best to calm him. Buddy could have laughed at her efforts just give him a tummy rub and tickle and be done with it Buddy can’t understand what all the fuss is about. All of sudden though thoughts of tummy rubs sped away from him in pretty much the same way the mailman does when Buddy spots him. Buddy becomes very alert that roaring lawn mower noise has grown louder and much, much closer now.   

 

Back at the station Tori has kept a somewhat clear head which makes her feel incredibly  proud of herself given that the rather dishy Orlando Bloom lookalike across from her has started to swish his long blonde hair around in a grunted sounding panic, while pointing frantically towards the golden little key of wondrous freedom hung but only mere inches behind her pretty little head. Tori glanced up she could understand Ash’s concern the very world around them was indeed falling apart slimaur to the way tender juicy meat falls from the bone. Tori now had a choice she could press at her little micro chipped panic tracker that swung around her neck inside a cleverly disguised slivered necklace. that would alert the Justin Morgan’s/Snow’s family rescue helicopter. Or given the danger of the situation of the reality of the world being re imagined she also had the task of throwing Ash the key to his cage. Ash looked to her with dreamy unblinking eyes pleading

 

“Oh Scarlett where are we now I’m a mechanic not the games master of The Crystal Maze.” Justin moaned This was followed quickly by a light tickling sensation from the lightest touches from a thin stringed outstretched fishing rod which was held out by a pointy red hat wearing gnome who was sat on a white spotted red toadstool.

 

“Ha by the looks on her face she hasn’t got a clue where you are either. Your in the maze of King Max and his Queen Ava, and you can’t be hanging around here for long what are thick or something? Now listen I’m Gnome Heath and this here is my bro Kyle. We are the guardians of the river and here is your chance to cross the river if you prove worthy of being the ones that King Max and Queen Ava seek.” Heath turned towards his brother gnome Kyle and fell against one of the hedges of the maze looking exhausted.

 

“I’m sorry about him his not so used too making big speeches” Kyle explained while he gazed upon a very baffled looking Justin and Scarlett. Buddy watched Kyle and Heath with great inertest. The want and need to squash these little bug like mini people up against the hedge with his nose was becoming unbearably difficult to withstand.

 

“Oh I am so sorry I didn’t go off to toadstool  gnome school and get a fancy education like you did Kyle. Wooooo who’s a goodie two shoes smarty pants?” Heath teased adapting quickly into a toffee nosed dance. Kyle roared out with anger and threw Heath into their river styled puddle.

 

“ROAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAR!!!!!! ROAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAR!!!!”

 

“Errrr what was that?” Justin questioned.

Heath and Kyle stopped their bickering and looked up wide eyed.

“That’s the fearful roaring call of the hideous bone crunching Galah maze demon its time for him to head off on the hunt” Kyle exclaimed.

 

Tori hopped and ballet danced her way across the descending police desk to hopefully meet Ash at the highest point of the room. This way the autopilot controlled helicopter would crash and splinter through the roof to rescue them both. Ash swung on one of the fancy ceiling chandeliers that was left hanging from one of the police award evenings where it turned out that not one of the cops won any awards to their great surprise. And as to add insult to that fact the police station along with McCarthy and all the other police officers sank down the hole of  oblivion as reality spilt and shattered into Brody’s new age of hallucination.

 

“Oh no, no, no you shall not pass” Heath screamed up at Justin and Scarlett Buddy just barked.

 

“You tell us there’s a monster after us and you want us to stand here and prove that we know of Max and Ava? Yes we know them their our son and daughter. The ones we have been searching for ever since we became….”

 

“Sherlock and Miss Maple yes, yes so you keep saying” Heath scoffed.   

“We are highly respected in our field thank you” Justin defended.

“And so are we” Heath said smirking gesturing outward towards the greenery of the maze.

“Oh I bet you can’t even find you way out can you?” Scarlett mocked.

“We don’t want too its only a lame funhouse back there, and Kyle here he gets the most monstrous hangovers from eating too much candyfloss, and the popcorn it gets stuck in my teeth spoiling my dreamy but very manly grin.” Heath said.

 

“Let us pass before this Galah comes and eats us all” Scarlett moved forwards.

“No it is my duty to be a annoying douche and I am going to withhold that honour placed upon me by April the pixel queen of hearts.”

 

Scarlett grabbed hold of Justin’s hand and tampered on through Heath and Kyle’s river based puddle.

 

“After them” Heath and Kyle lifted their fishing rods looking very much armed and ready for some kind of on slaughtered battle and ran a few inches forwards. But were instantly gobbled up by a hungry Buddy. Nom Nom yum they tasted like jelly babies.

 

Tori was glancing out of her helicopter window. She had tracked Justin and Scarlett to this location thanks to the little chip inside Buddy’s collar. She turned towards Ash to confirm that indeed this was the place he would parachute down to go in search of them so in the regard she wasn’t that shocked to see that he looked white faced with nervous fright. Tori even went as far as too give him a friendly little nudge. But Ash was rooted to the spot pointing with a shaky finger. Tori just humoured him sliding the helicopter door across and gave him an almighty heave ho out of the door. It wasn’t until moments later that Tori realised as she screamed that she had sent Ash sailing his way through the air towards the huge darken shape of a white razor sharpen tusked fanged roaring fluffy ball of a creature that looked hungry. If Ash didn’t change his course he would get eaten by this beast that once lived underneath Brody Morgan’s bed. But now lived within the twists and turns of his minds labyrinth.

 

Kat did a double take and quickly reached into her pocket she thought herself beyond beautiful there was no doubt about that. But with the number of mirrors reflecting her beauty back at her was just too mind blowing not to comb her hair and make the effort. Never mind the all important case files that was blowing around outside.  

 

“Welcome the fun room of mirrored hell where one will learn the true meaning of being vain.” A loud booming clown voice informed Kat. Mason had entered the room from a secret passage and now stood on the other side. Kat raised her machine gun as Mason raised the revolver.                    

                     

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Chapter 13

Police Case File For the Disappearance of Robbo Robert Robertson.

 

Strange some would say cursed events have been afoot following the sudden vanishing of Brody Morgan son of Katie Morgan wife to the Prime suspect Mr Freddie Krueger. One only had gaze upon Freddie’s glassy eyed blind stare to be aware of the spooky scary nightmares that might just surround this blind but very odd fellow. He was wanted within connection with a missing young boy called Zannis, who went missing shortly after young Robbo did

 

Timothy felt bored hungry but most of all very randy. He had been locked inside this cage with its flicker disco circus’s lights now for far to long. Outside this Big Top circus tent Timothy took sense a change within the seasons. Summer was nearly in its full bloom of sweaty heat. and with that the giant Kat knew that mating season was fast approaching, and well Timothy was the king of the jungle he couldn’t be left with the mingers of the lionesses. Oh no Timothy was a jungle Kat to be looked upon and adored. His smooth fluffy mane of golden loin locks, his dazzling blue deep eyes were the shade of blue sizzling lightening blots looking like they sparked through thunder. Making Timothy have a very high opinion of his Katty self, relishing within the realms of being none other than a ThunderKat amongst the other lions.

 

Robbo edged closer to the cage he had come with orders from the ring master to practise and home in on his bond with Timothy. One just couldn’t be slightly pally with your lion when training it to jump through rings of fire, without having that special bond and quite frankly if Robbo didn’t buck up his ideas and stop being the wimpy scaredy Kat around Timothy the lion, well Robbo would have to pack up his trunk and run away from the circus never mind join it.

 

Robbo inched forwards ever so slightly and quickly and with a very nervous fumble lifted the latch of Timothy’s cage door. Robbo sighed before unwisely turning his back as Timothy gazed at him very lazily with one of his eyes partway open. and Robbo was very grateful for that small mercy and there weren’t many to be had given Timothy’s muscled build and size. He was a hefty Kat and Robbo was very scared of Kats especially with the ones he really shouldn’t have turned his back on, even if it was so he could get his fire ringed whip out from his backpack.

Timothy leaped and roared with triumph at Robbo. The lion quite literally tore the shirt from right off his back. Robbo watched for a mere second to watch the shreds of his t-shirt sort of crumple to the scorched patchy grass caused by the sudden miss timed swish of his fire whip towards the over excited man eating Kat.

 

Timothy then growled, Robbo swished his fire whip above his head and twirled it into a cowboy lasso type action. But to Robbo’s moment of victory of having  any hope of tasting the sweet flavour of being the masterful one were quickly dashed as Timothy clamped down hard on the burning lassoed fire whip, and then little wimpy puffs of smoke escaped from the tinniest gaps  from the lions teeth the build up of lion salvia seeing to the fire’s heat as only a small type of annoyance like a slightly over spiced curry in humans terms.

Timothy licked his big Kat monster chops and then shred Robbo’s long baggy circus trousers with one ripping sounding tear. Timothy glanced at Robbo’s naked tasty fleshed body stood before him wearing nothing but his big cottoned brown underpants. Timothy made growly deep chuckles at the small boy.

The plan had been undoubtedly to eat him at least it had been until it dawned on the large lion jungle Kat that Robbo had been partly to blame for his imprisonment. Timothy had been ripped away from his true inhabit and lifestyle and it only seemed right to the king of the jungle that Robbo suffer and undertake the same type fate by becoming one of Timothy’s lion cubs. Yes that would look well impressive to the lionesses when it came to shacking up with one of those saucy wildcats. It would paint Timothy in the already caring fatherhood light of having a already little cub with him. There was only one flaw to Timothy’s plan Robbo was human but never mind that small detail Timothy would see to it that Robbo would become all lion he wouldn’t remember he was indeed human. Why Timothy would call Robbo by the only name that he could growl and that was Mowgli. Giving Robbo one sharp quick swiping slap with one his clawed paws Timothy picked Robbo up and swung him around so he was sat just behind his very impressive mane of lion’s hair, and then pounced onward out into the big wide world of adventurous jungles and where almost anything was up for the fair hunt. Robbo was never seen again other than being spotted in some wildlife David Attenborough type documentaries where he was seem happy enough living amongst the lion cubs of the big scary jungle Kats.

 

Case file of the mystric boy known only as Zannis

 

Zannis watched the magician as intently as he could while shovelling handful after handful of birthday cake into his mouth. Maybe one day Zannis would master up the talents of just vanishing altogether, and if he couldn’t muster up that talent maybe he could become a expert of disguise. A man of mystery so to speak. Zannis had heard rumours of Brody Morgan’s Mother having found herself such a man. It was said that good old Blind Freddie was a man that carried a hint of danger. He was even compared to the likeness of a monster around the town, and it was said if you spoke his name into a mirror five times, that he would come and drag you to the pits of a different dimension known to scared locals as the vanishing point of no return. Blind Freddie would reach out from the watery shine of the slivered glass with failing arms grasping at the fresh air around you like a blind man. but in the end he would find you Fear has a strong smell of rotten eggs or at least that’s the smell that your underpants give off when you witness a lanky top hat wearing man coming at you out of your seemly solid mirror. From there on out you get pulled through the million shards of glass within the mirror. Then starts your voyage to go blindly where not many have gone before.

Zannis who has had far too much birthday cake at this point and on the verge of puking up the sugary drunkenness of a massive sugar high giggles into his bathroom mirror, hiccups and taps the solid glass with his sticky chocolate coated fingertips, then slurry very slurry he shouts out the name Freddie for no particular reason other than liking the sound the F made within his slurred speech pattern making it sound as if he was about to say a naughty grown up swear word.  

 

“Freddie, Freddie and Freddieeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee Oh Freddieeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee” Zannis said throwing his head back and letting out a loud bellow of laughter. But when Zannis’s head had sprang back to the up right position he noticed the bathroom lights had dimmed and the room seemed somewhat more shadowy. The sound of peeling was present within the room. The sound was sharp and grinding not the softness that came when peeling a orange. This peeling was squeaky and ear piercing edging on agony. Zannis had taken to covering his ears with his hands. He then screamed as a shard of glass shot through the mirror thst was quickly followed by a long sleeved darkened trench coated arm withering like a snake. Zannis felt the hand take grip around his neck and then the quick speed whooshing pull, pulling Zannis to and through the mirror. The sticky handprints of chocolate cake was the only thing that would indicate that Zannis had been present in  the bathroom at the time of his disappearance.

 

Case file of Lena Popsicle

 

Lena liked to watch the ice skaters at Christmas time mastering their stunning figure eights on the ice. They would zoom by Lena and give her a wave and holler a snowball at her and laugh and all would be good. But today Lena can’t help but think the people who skate pass her bench are acting quite a bit frosty towards her. Why they seem to be throwing their arms about wildly and shouting at her. Lena can’t for the life of her hear what they are saying, it’s snowing heavily and the wind’s quite the gale. But had Lena been just a tiny bit more clever and aware of her snowy surroundings she would have noticed the big slabs of ice that had hit the ground from the roofs above. But as the splitting of the razor pointed icicle happened there was no saving Lena from its plummeting death striking blow rippling into her skull with the sound like a popping balloon the snow ran red with her blood.                                                      

                     

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Chapter 14

 

Brody shushed Phoebe’s auditable warble of what she claimed was only her calming angelic singing voice with one quick snapping finger gesture. Brody had found it to have been quite the mistake to tell her that he was feeling incredibly nervous wandering around this creepy funhouse, even if they were surrounded by all the craziness of the brightly lit colourful themed decor of his alter ego’s clownish home. 

Phoebe threw her hands above her head and was just about to throw the mother of all tantrums when she spotted Beth gazing at them both. If they were all going to get through this, they needed a strong leader to get them through this, and a wannabe pop star who shrieked her way through some awful love songs wasn’t going to cut the mustard. Beth moved forward with her own motivation music playing in her head. She halted Brody and Phoebe with a quick saluting flick of her wrist, and they nearly crashed into her.

Mason was up ahead screaming like an over excited gorilla and with each growling scream of rage pent up for the need to rescue Beth, Mason shot off countless bursts of  blasting gunfire raining mirrored glass shattered around the happy trigger filled nutter.

 

Tori sat at the helm of her helicopter cockpit and watched as the black fur ball Galah monster swallowed Ash whole as the parachute he was attached to floated him down into the Galah’s waiting jaws. In that instant Tori felt a sadness for the man with the golden locks. The man Tori’s imagined whose fate would have been very different, becoming a shampoo model maybe? Ash would be standing underneath a warm watered shower with those smooth soap sups melting down his body and through his shiny well groomed hair. Tori would have been more than happy to dream of Ash in this dreamy fantasy but as had seemed to befall him  Tori was staring numbly as the Galah’s open jaw clamped itself shut, and it was here that she allowed herself one final fleeting thought  Tori stood armed and ready with her my little pony hair brush and with it she would comb that lush hair of Ash’s while he would read her, horoscopes of their desired love together.

Tori was so lost within her own mind she hadn’t realised she was entering into a heavy hearted doze. Her drowsy head lolled and swayed and knocked the engage battle helicopter’s big shiny red button. Tori snorted as the sound of all the selection of concealed weapons clicked and armed themselves. Tori tried her best she really did to override the weapons, but with Justin being a part time mechanic  he had thought it wise that in a state of panic the Morgan Rescue helicopter would enter into auto pilot mode, this meaning that Tori hadn’t got control over the armed weapons of her aircraft.

Tori had often heard the term from Justin that being in that helicopter could feel like being trapped inside a sardine can. Well Tori gods bless her cotton socks was just about to upgrade Justin’s claims, she felt like she was inside a exploding firework factory. There were enough booms and popping bangs of earth shattering explosive land altering chaos that when Tori gazed out of the helicopter’s windscreen the well shaped very challenging maze had been flattered and Justin, Scarlett and Buddy were stood covered in Galah and Ash guts from head to toe. A lock of Ash’s hair fluttered against one of the helicopter’s smoky machine guns.

 

The grinning smiles of the clowns, upon each and every panel of mirrored glass had been the reason behind Mason’s shell shocked break of panicked attack. Now he gazed around himself at all the mess of the shattered glass  broken and speared into walls, and Mason fooled himself into thinking that he had been the hero, and now that nasty scary clown had shattered into one million shards of mirrored glass that was all it was going to take to save his beloved Beth from its evil clutches.

 

Kat stood slightly hunched over and winded on the other side of the mirrors. Of course looking back on it now when she had been down to her police locker at the start of this fine day, maybe she should have equipped herself with her bulletproof vest? But why on earth would a top notch bees knees type of cop such as herself be in need of a vest? Kat was no rookie she had the reflexes of a alley Kat the speed of a ninja a bullet from Mason’s fired gun was piercing through her shoulder but she battled on through the pain of it. There were sharper shards of glass embedded into her anyways. Kat trudged her way forwards. Kat lifted her minigun and let out a round of blind fire power shame her accuracy wasn’t on point though as most of glass shards from the mirrors exploded outwards towards her. Each shard working itself sharply into her black and blue wounded body she was reaching the end of her nine lives that was for sure.

 

Brody winced and let out a fast gaping yelping scream earning himself a look of true disbelief from Beth. Brody really was quite the chicken when it came to things such as bravery. Even Phoebe had given up with the comforting little arm strokes they just weren’t helping to ease with Brody’s wide eyed looks of terror. Granted there had just been a almighty booming crash like maybe a helicopter crash landing from somewhere down the dark flooded long and winding passageway of the funhouse. Brody just couldn’t understand why the two other girl’s nerves weren’t as shot like his happened to be.. Brody continued to whimper as a fast moving yapping bark picked up its momentum as it rapidly approached the three tunnelled explorers.

 

As a result of the timey whiney reality altering thingy mm jig Raffy found herself stood on top of a balcony which overlooked the room of mirrors, and from her advantage point up on high. Raffy could see that the actual floor of the room was none other than made of glass, and underneath the floor swimming around glaring upwards with its angry looking eye, the other eye was covered with a eye patch was a shark. Raffy pulled back suddenly on a very excited web spinning Coco, who seemed to have forgotten that she was probably in mortal danger here and this wasn’t the best time for her to take up a arts and craft workshop of web design.

Brody’s evil ego versioned clownish self stopped dashing around the mirrors to look up to find himself boxed and wrapped inside a massed romantic styled Christmassy snow covering netted spider web. Raffy screamed as Coco strung forwards twisting and twirling downwards towards the evil clown. Who instantly saw the little spider coming at him, given away by the high swinging spidergirl who seemed to be attached to the little spider’s sticky web patterns. The clown’s only choice in terms for duelling combat was the squirting water flower that turned out to be quite the wash out. Coco saw the clown’s squirt water flower and raised him some poisonous puky acid that started its magic of melting through the clown’s white and red scary makeup. The clown screamed for the first time since this terror filled nightmarish tale began.

 

Brody shielded his face as a panting over excited Buddy pounced at him knocking him from his feet. Past experiences of terror opened up inside Brody’s mind of the heart stopping terror that the dopey long floppy eared foot long sausage dog had caused him when he sometimes delivered the newspapers around his small neighbourhood of houses. The sausage dog known as Bangers used to chase after his large colourful clown shoes as Brody often had to wear those to do the paper round as he wouldn’t have time to get changed into his clown outfit for his evening performances down at the big top.

As Buddy licked at Brody’s face the shared link with his evil acid melting clown was broken. It turned out the Brody clownish side to Brody’s personality was also scared of dogs, and the circus freak was indeed sharing that fearful link with normal Brody right at that moment. The clown’s blood curling screams filled the passageway Buddy leaped from off Brody and bounded off in search of the clown.

 

Mason jumped and shot his gun as each glass panel of shiny glass shattered at the sound of the screaming dog fearing clown The floor beneath him spilt wide open which opened up a new found freedom for the hungry shark who had been trapped within the glassed floor.

 

Kat who had been stabbed countless times by sharp shards of glass that had been caused by Mason’s gunfire and the loud screams of the clown, staggered forwards the world span and took on a tipsy feel and to make matters feel even more confusing for her while being caught up within her drowsy dying state the floor beneath her seemed to spilt open and then Kat felt herself start to fall into the choppy water below.

 

The shark licked its giant lips and instantly shot towards a very weak looking bleeding Kat, and in one quick snap of its jaws Kat Chapman had became tasty shark bait.

 

Beth stepped forwards through the broken glass to see Mason looking like he was on the verge of pooing his pants as he watched the shark tear through Kat’s police clothes and then crunched at her bones. Mason shot out in wild hope that a bullet would spear through the shark. Beth heard the shot from his gun go bang and moments later Beth felt the impact of the bullet spear through her chest. Mason gazed up to see Beth slump glassy eyed and then she hit the ground dead as can be.

 

Mason rushed over to her side and knelt down beside her while everyone else stood around shell shocked. The sounds of Buddy’s growls ended the rain of the clown’s terror the monster seemed to melt away scared to death by Buddy’s overpowering aura of doggy righteous  

 

“Oh no Beth I didn’t mean to shoot you” Mason wailed loudly holding her ghost white face in his hands.  Phoebe pushed Brody forwards if there was one person that could wish Beth back into this world Brody was the man to imagine it and from there Beth would become whole again within reality sort of anyways. 

 

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Chapter 15

                    

The deep blacken pools of shadowed night, gave her the much desired surrounding blanket of protection that her delicate bony in flight winged body needed. Being called back from the brink of this pesky nonsense otherwise known globally as death had been  agonising and very jarring and gave that whole pearly white gates and sitting on a cloud playing a harp quite the anticlimax feel. But she had returned to this new darken world of doom and gloom. The way she had to live now had to be well thought out her existence very much depended on that survival instinct of hers. Stay away from anything sharp and pointy stay away from Mason when he had been eating garlic Don’t go out surfing or sun bathing that kind of thing.

 

The chills throughout the nights sky made her wings shiver with the tiniest cutest of flutters. Beth was still very much drop dead gorgeous amongst the ranks of other vampire attractive girls Mason told her numerous times a night, and granted when she was with him her skin indeed did seem to lose that faint white tan of looking like a white sheeted ghost. Her lips turned the colour of bloody red roses and her cheeks blushed out nice and plumb. Beth had come to realise that it was Mason she felt the most alive with, these hospital bags of blood that Tori tried to tempt her with, weren’t even close to touching the edges of the surface of being what would pass as having and owning your very own pulsing need to stay around for the next few centuries.  

 

The window was open as it was every night since Beth had clawed her way through the worm invested dirt to whisk herself back into the folds of his slightly obsessive love for her. But Beth didn’t care in truth if Mason was clingy, these bat flights she had to take to his house for her daily blood top ups were tiring her out. It would make much more sense to have her coffin where she slumbered the light of the sun away at Mason’s house. Yes after tonight’s juicing session she would ask him if she could move her spooky wooden oaked styled bed into Mason’s big wide basement and that wasn’t creepy at all not in the slightest that he had that for storage. Storage of a collection of wines, when indeed Mason happened to take a liking to its exotic grapes in some far off future or so he claimed In the meantime it would be the prefect place for Beth to nest herself down while waiting for nightfall to cover the world like a coaled inferno.  

 

Swooping down low and ducking Beth managed to miss the windowsill’s little groves, More than often those little groves that served as catches for when the window is closed had pinched at her little batty ears, and how Beth had squeaked with vampire rage at the pain of her the sharpened new found vampire senses.

 

“BETH YOU’RE HERE OH OF COURSE YOU ARE. YOU COME EVERY NIGHT WITHOUT FAIL OH I LOVE YOU” Mason yelled rushing forwards. The sight of this black little bat gave him a heart of skipping gleeful joy. Never mind the low energy levels he was experiencing these days of having high amounts of blood just seem to vanish very mysteriously. Mason had taken to stumbling around the house with a washed out look and feel to him. Tori who had decided to knock computing sciences on the head had chosen the career of becoming a doctor after seeing Ash’s guts explode around she just knew that being a doctor was her true calling in life and too be fair too her, Tori was only in her first year of training so hadn’t noticed Mason right underneath her nose looking like death warmed up becoming pretty much a watering fountain for his undead girlfriend  

 

Mason groaned as he heard the very irritating knocking sound at his bedroom door. He opened it to find Raffy and her pet spider Coco wanting to come in for a chat. Justin, Scarlett, Max and Ava were going to be enjoying Brody’s new found talent of being a chef he no longer wanted to be a clown surprisingly enough.

 

“Raff I can’t come down for dinner but you enjoy the burgers yeah?”

“Really why can’t you come for dinner Do you have a date or something?” Raffy asked. Looking at him though Raffy was baffled to find Mason stood smartly groomed hair gelled back wearing a tux with a dickey bow.

 

“Yes Beth is here we are going watch Twilight together, come join us if you want too. But be warned Beth can get very kinky so your have to look away or amuse yourself when she deems the night has moved to the stage where she sucks me off”

 

“Ooooh that’s gross Mason that’s even worse than when Coco here spins webs in my hair, and Beth where is she by the way? I can’t see her” Raffy asked looking around the mood lighting lit room of Little Mix and Katy Perry posters.

“Their Beth’s favourites” Mason quickly told Raffy noticing her look of bafflement  she was a punk rocker kind of chick herself.

 

“Yes of course they are and I let Buddy bark me a bedroom story while I naw on one of his dog bones from the garden” Raffy said turning and slamming Mason bedroom door, thinking that Mason had gone slightly bonkers as he had pointed to a bat on the windowsill and muttered the claims that it was Beth. Mason Raffy was left thinking was a total weirdo. That was until she bumped into Brody coming out the bathroom and he had wondered at what had Raffy looking so strange, when she had told him that Mason thought Beth was a bat in which was at that moment sat upon his windowsill, Brody had gone from smiling to running away. It would seem that dream of Beth returning hadn’t been a dream that night when he had that little dozing session while sat in that graveyard after his sleep walking episode. Pretty much like with the clown Beth had returned but in a somewhat nightmarish state as a monster if you wanted to be precise about the facts of the scary truth.

 

Back inside within the romantic setting of his room Mason had been told to turn his back while Beth got herself changed. Changed into her human vampire demon form when Beth was all transformed Mason turned back to hear the softness of his girlfriend’s whisper say…..

 

“Hey you”

 

Beth floated on over to him and Mason felt the sudden flutter inside his underpants, as Beth leaned and hugged into his warm blood filled body of pure life, her life force.

 

“Oh Beth you don’t realise what you do to me” Mason moaned. Ironically Mason  didn’t realise what she was doing to him. While he thought Beth held him at his very core of his trouser snake. Beth went to it with her force of the sucking of the trouser snake and Mason enjoyed this. Never for one moment had he come to realise that that was the last deadly blowjob that Beth would be giving him. she had drained him near enough dry of any sex drive he once had Mason's trouser snake would see out its days as floppy and as useful as a wet kipper

Mason moaned with utter love for this girl, who was slowly feeding off him But Beth was a pretty girl and they don't come around everyday Some would say girls are just to demanding and needy but its best to play such claims down Girls can be scary so just agree and nod your head that way you can starve them of your fear.  

 

The End.

 

 

 

 

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