—Let's see… what you really are.
I followed the car from the sky.
Silent.
Invisible.
After a few minutes, they arrived at a hotel.
I watched from above.
—Heh…
A faint smile appeared.
—I was wrong.
He wasn't just a killer.
—This guy… is connected to it.
To what I saw.
The entities.
—Tsk…
—Tonight is going to be long.
Some time later…
The man came out of the hotel.
Alone.
The woman wasn't with him.
But he carried a large suitcase.
My eyes narrowed.
—…
—She's not dead.
Pause.
—She's inside that.
I smiled.
—Interesting.
I followed him.
The man drove calmly.
Smiling.
But his smile…
Was grotesque.
Sick.
In the back seat…
The suitcase moved slightly.
—Hahaha…
The man laughed to himself.
—You deserve it…
—You… and your friend.
Pause.
—She's next.
His fingers tapped the steering wheel with excitement.
—The Master will be pleased…
—Maybe he'll give me more power…
His smile widened.
—Maybe… I'll become number one.
Silence.
—But first…
He glanced at the rearview mirror.
—The friend.
At that moment…
A balloon appeared on the road.
The man noticed it from the corner of his eye.
Didn't care.
Another balloon.
Then another.
—…
He kept driving.
Until—
He BRAKED.
A clown stood in the middle of the road.
Still.
Waving.
—…
The man frowned.
—What the hell…?
But then he smiled.
—A joke?
He chuckled.
—Alright…
He opened the door.
Got out of the car.
—Let's play.
He walked toward the clown.
—Hey… are you okay?
His voice sounded kind.
Fake.
—If you need help, I can take you to the police.
He thought to himself:
—Police… useless.
He kept approaching.
—With the Master's gift…
—I'll kill you quickly.
But then—
The clown disappeared.
—What?
He turned.
Looked around.
Nothing.
Silence.
Darkness.
—Tsk…
He turned back toward the car.
And froze.
The clown was sitting in the passenger seat.
Putting on the seatbelt.
—…
The man stared at him.
Then…
Smiled.
—Good.
—More fun.
He walked back to the car.
Got in.
Closed the door.
—Hey, buddy.
—Costume party?
The clown slowly turned his head.
—Yeah…
His voice was young.
Calm.
—My friends left me behind.
—I was hitchhiking.
—Wow… that sucks.
The man started the car.
—You got lucky.
—I'll take you.
—Thanks.
The car began moving.
Silence for a few seconds.
Then—
—Hey… —the man said— didn't you tell your parents?
—No…
—It was important.
Pause.
—I was going to confess.
The man raised an eyebrow.
—Oh yeah?
—To the most beautiful girl in school.
Silence.
—And?
—I got rejected.
Pause.
—She said she'd never date a loser.
The man's jaw tightened slightly.
Something in his expression shifted.
—…
—I see.
—And my friends… —the clown continued— —They laughed at me.
—She kissed one of them.
Pause.
—They left me behind.
Silence.
The man looked ahead.
—They're all bastards.
But in his mind…
—Perfect.
—When I kill him… I'll turn him.
—I'll give him his revenge.
—He'll be useful.
The clown spoke again.
—Can I ask you something?
—Sure.
—Why… is the suitcase in the back moving?
Silence.
Total.
The car stopped.
The air turned heavy.
The man slowly turned his head.
—…
He sighed.
—Well…
—I guess you die now.
His veins turned purple.
His eyes…
Completely black.
—Don't worry.
—After I kill you…
—I'll give you a chance for revenge.
He lunged at the clown—
But…
Nothing.
The seat was empty.
—What—?
BOOM.
The clown appeared in front of the car.
Standing on the hood.
Holding a knife.
—Too late.
One movement.
FAST.
The knife came down—
The car's roof split open like paper.
The engine was destroyed.
The vehicle died instantly.
Silence.
The man stepped back.
For the first time…
He hesitated.
The clown dropped a small box onto the ground.
—Sit.
Pause.
—Let's talk.
The man clenched his teeth.
—Who are you?
The clown tilted his head.
—Doesn't matter.
His eyes glowed.
One green.
One yellow.
—What matters…
He stepped forward.
—Is who gave you that power.
Silence.
—And what you're creating.
The man smiled again.
Forced.
—You don't understand who you're dealing with—
CRACK.
His leg bent at an impossible angle.
He collapsed to the ground screaming.
The clown looked at him.
Emotionless.
—I told you to sit.
Pause.
—But you don't listen.
He crouched slowly in front of him.
—So…
His voice dropped.
Cold.
—I'll ask the questions.
His eyes glowed intensely.
—And you…
A faint smile formed.
—You'll answer.
From the back seat…
The suitcase moved again.
Weak.
Desperate knocks.
The clown didn't even look.
—Relax.
He said.
—You'll be safe.