Benny the Clown

BENNY the Clown was sad again.

He hurt.

His teeth were gone.

Half of his tongue was also gone, and it made new blood while he licked up what was on his clown suit. His whole mouth was leaking faster than he could lap up the new blood. The taste had made him happy before, and he still wanted MORE MORE MORE but now he hurt too much to be anything more than sad.

He realized that one of his siblings was gnawing on his leg. This made Benny the Clown even sadder.

It was an old woman. Very old. He could kill her.

Benny the Clown killed her.

He drank her blood.

He was happier now.

But it didn't last. He hurt again.

He hurt so bad that he wanted to rip his face off.

He tried, just a little, but it didn't make him feel better.

Not at all.

Benny the Clown got up and walked down the hallway, looking around for something to make him happy. The screaming didn't make him happy. The sobbing didn't make him happy.

Nothing made him happy.

Except...

He looked at the thing on the floor. He seemed to remember something like it. One of his friends used to juggle them. Or was it his mentor? If he remembered correctly, somebody got badly hurt juggling them, and the other clowns had been sad, even though it was kind of funny.

He picked up the chainsaw and began to lick the blood off the blade.