Circus Of Mystery

The night was calm and cool as it had just stopped raining. A man had just come out of a bar drunk falling over the very steps he took. The Man wore a simple business suit, black dress pants, dress shoes that were looking a bit faded, a light blue long-sleeve button-up shirt, a matching tie, and a black overcoat that he was now carrying. He looked like your everyday accounted, combed over hair, and calculating eyes but in reality, he was so much more. He was now attempting to make his way from the bar and to his house. He had just received a raise due to his recent achievements, hence why his friends insisted on celebrating. He didn’t want to drive knowing what would happen but instead chose to walk since his apartment wasn’t far from his current location. This would prove to be his worst and last mistake of his entire life. The man was now three blocks from the bar and about five more from his home and was approaching the park that laid in between. The man’s phone rang causing him to fish it out of his pocket and squinted at the screen. “Hey boss,” The man answered, trying to sound sober. “What c-can I do f-for you?” The man asked in a stuttering mess. He listened intently to what his boss said knowing that they would be very important. However, with this distraction, the man didn’t see the figure that was watching him from the shadows. “No problem sir. I’ll get th-that checked out-first thing tomorrow morning.” The man then hung up his phone and went to return it to his pocket. But due to his drunken mind now trying to memorize his boss’s words he dropped the phone in a nearby puddle. The man cursed as he stopped then bent over to retrieve his phone. Once he picked up the now wet and damaged device he cursed one again, scolding himself for his drunken stupidity. Before he could take another step he heard breathing coming from behind him and spun around to find no one. "Must be my imagination." The man thought as he made his way to a nearby park bench. He sat down and looked around finding nothing but a quiet street along with a few trees. He didn’t take notice of the figure that was perched on the low hanging tree branch behind him. He brought out his damaged phone and studied it, to access the damage. The figure took this moment to hang upside down from the tree with nothing but his crossed feet stopping him from falling. It was hard to make out his features due to him wearing black skin-tight clothing and a scarf wrapped around his head and half his face. This left tufts of white hair sticking up/out in every direction. The scarf hid all his face except for an eyebrow and yellow-tinted eye. “Tempus enim aliquis amet(Time for some fun)." The figure whispered as he then stabbed two twin blades into the man’s back, the man yelled out in pain and fell forward. There were no words for the pain he felt at the moment, all he could think about was running away. The thought was soon discarded as the figure now stood in front of the man holding two new knives. “Oh god!” The man screamed out as he looked up in fear. “St-stay away from me!” The man screamed as he attempted to crawl away. The figure let him try but thrust his knives into the man’s thighs then yanked on them as he dragged the man back to the bench. The figure retrieved all four knives from the man before he violently picked the man up and threw him onto the bench. “Gah!” The man coughed as he had the wind knocked from his lungs. The figure took the man’s left hand and impaled it with one of his knives causing the man to cry out not once but twice as the figure did the same to his right hand. The man tried to kick at the figure but received a broken leg for his trouble. “What do you want from me?!” The man cried as he watched the figure stand before him brandishing another knife. “Vindicta(Vengeance).” The figure replied then proceeded to cave markings into the man’s face. His cries rang out in the night alerting those that lived close to stay away and to call the police. “Pulchra(Beautiful)!” The figure declared as he sheathed his knife then reclaimed his other two. The figure made one last glance at his work and smiled insanely under his black scarf. His work always made him happy and always motivated him to keep going. Sirens were heard in the distance which caused the figure to give a small laugh. By the time they’d get to the crime scene he’d already be gone leaving only his work behind for them to enjoy. The figure ran for the shadows hiding in them once again as he used them to return back to where he came from in the first place. This was only the beginning of the killing spree caused by the soon to be known Jester.