The house of madness.

Chapter four: the joker.

A man about eighteen walked through the area where the performs practiced at the circus. He had short blonde hair, hazel eyes, and pale skin. His name was Jaron and he was on a mission. His master Tom constantly sent Jaron on missions because of Jaron’s…..gifts. His sister Hailey thought that Tom was their father. Jaron wasn’t sure. Just like his sister his mind was rather…loopy. He had been sent to find one of their targets who was disguised as a performer in the circus. A head poked out of Jaron’s jacket. It was Jaron’s pegomastax, Peggie. “Peggie get back in there! And don’t steal anything!” Jaron scolded. Peggie frowned. “I can’t help it!” Peggie whined. Jaron pushed her head back in. A muffled grunt came from inside. One of the stage managers walked up to Jaron. “Who are you? Are you a clown?” The man asked. Jaron gave him a ludicrous grin. “No I’m not a clown, I’m more like…a joker.” That’s what my friends call me. If I had any.” Jaron said. The man scowled. “Whatever. Go join the other clowns.” Jaron gave him a mock bow then bounded off to where the clowns where. He scanned the performers until one caught his eye. A woman with shaggy brown hair and a exhausted face was sitting in a corner. “That’s her.” Peggie said, sticking her head out of Jaron’s jacket. Jaron scowled. “Peggie!” Jaron exclaimed exasperated. “Sorry.” Peggie disappeared back into his jacket.

Jaron headed to a seat in the back of the crowd as they watched the performances that came on stage. Finally the act with the target came. She began juggling balls. Jaron raised his hand and with his finger drew a invisible straight line in midair. Suddenly the target on stage paused and the balls she was juggling fell to the floor. Then she fell to the floor, a straight red gash across her neck. She was dead. “Mission complete.” Jaron whispered. The crowd began to panic and Jaron and Peggie slipped out unnoticed.

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-SunnyFox57.