WILL YOU SURVIVE...? Set 1-Book 1: Mortey The Killer Carni Clown
Author: J.D. Brown, Hexagames CEO

Chapter 9
The Darkness

July 7th 1:30pm, Strawberry County Carnival, Richfork IA


JAMES & JACK watched JOKER dash for the carnival grounds but JOKER didn’t run long. One single gunshot rang erupted, echoing the atmosphere. A painful burst of red erupted out the front of JOKER’s right knee, making JOKER instantly collapse! JOKER began screaming in horrific pain but JAMES & JACK already took off in the opposite direction, abandoning JOKER, JAXSON, CROWMAN, the beer tent, the carnival; everything!

The two bikers, who were able to apprehend an ambulance, walked toward JOKER, missing the view of JAMES & JACK fleeing. Both were carrying an object: one, a baseball bat; the other, a Billy club. JOKER’s wailing from the brutal, then fatal, beating was quickly drowned out in a gargle. Every strike the bikers gave JOKER broke something: an arm bone, a jaw, a kneecap, and eventually his skull.

After the beating, the two nameless bikers heard someone screaming for help and they looked toward the smoldering beer tent, where they saw JAXSON & CROWMAN.

“So JOKER, that’s where you’re other two boys are…!” the one biker said and they both headed to where JAXSON & CROWMAN were laying.


HERBIE felt the ride jerk again but it came to a stop. HERBIE crawled on his belly to the foot rest of the ride but began to choke on his hoarse breathing. More blood seeped from the corner of his mouth and splattered slightly with each cough. Crawling became more difficult as HERBIE grew cold and began to lose feeling. Once HERBIE reached the edge of the seat car’s foot rest, HERBIE’s life came to a raspy end.


At the ride controls, NORMAN saw SCARLET fall face-first off the bench and he stopped the ride. It could have been a heat stroke or she simply passed out, but NORMAN didn’t see any faults in this woman at all. Her fate was simple: wrong place and wrong time. NORMAN looked around and realized the carnival was a ghost town. MORTEY was no longer in his view, and neither was LEON, the paramedic woman, or the young boy who followed her into the Fun House!

NORMAN then looked up at the top of the Ferris wheel and saw an arm dangling over the bottom edge of the ride seat.

“If that’s her HERBIE, he’s gone.” NORMAN ran down to SCARLET, picked her up and, carried her toward the security booth. NORMAN hoped for help but also hoped no one would recognize him. While carrying SCARLET away from the rides area, NORMAN saw a blood-soaked paramedic fight a clown, his brother MORTEY, in the Fun House exit!


LEON was sitting on the dead body of a young teenage boy who had just killed his paramedic partner. LEON was overwhelmed with a blender of feelings: rage, guilt, anger, sadness, pain, unreality, and many more emotions a single person should never have to experience at the same time. But the step, step, step of someone walking into the other end of the Fun House snapped LEON out of his emotional distress. The hot blood and warm metal smell was curdling in LEON’s sinuses.

When the stomping of shoes on metal stopped, LEON looked up from his sitting position and saw the killer clown from earlier, MORTEY, staring at him. MORTEY’s eyes were lifeless: brutal and empty; a void into hate and betrayal. LEON rose slowly and MORTEY looked into LEON’s hand. In it was his Brother NORMAN’s knife. MORTEY knew it anywhere and realized his father was right: NORMAN was here. But not IN here!

MORTEY stalked toward LEON but LEON was ready. LEON’s self-defense paramedic training kicked in and LEON held his ground. The Fun House was too tight and small fitted for MORTEY to swing his mallet, so LEON was able to dodge every attack while walking backward toward the exit. Once LEON could get MORTEY outside, LEON would grab the mallet but LEON didn’t expect the bleeding clown to leap at him, and both men tumbled into the rotating drum exit of the Fun House.

Both of them struggled to keep their footing. MORTEY was able to grip his mallet and jab the handle end into LEON’s stomach, knocking the wind out of LEON. As LEON collapsed on the floor of the spinning drum, MORTEY rolled out, stood, and dragged LEON out of the spinning turbine by his leg. LEON was pulled down the metal steps and across the Fun House’s black electrical cables. Finally stood over him, ready to play Whack-A-Mole with LEON’s head.


R.I.P. Biker JOKER


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