Chapter 4

???'s POV

I hate to admit it, but a clown saved me.

A f*****g clown.

Lawing was trying to coax me into sucking off his sorry excuse for a dick, when a clown broke through the door and hit him in the head. I quickly shimmied into my jeans and grabbed the clown from behind, snapping his neck before taking his gun.

Walking out the door, gun at the ready, I slowly crept out, checking every direction and going right.

The hall was dimly lit, plywood for walls and hanging lamps as ceiling lighting, the occasional one flickering. The concrete floor was cold on my bare feet and I carefully stepped- every little thing echoed.

"Hey! You-" I shot the clown before he could finish.

My finger on the trigger of the baretta, I continued to silently make my way down the hall of the warehouse, occasionally checking over my shoulder.

Just as I reached for the handle of the door, an arm wrapped around my shoulders, a knife pressed to my jaw.

"Drop the gun," a voice growled into my ear. I dropped the gun and kicked it away before being slammed into the wall. "Who the f**k are you!?" he yelled.

"Who the f**k are you!? " I yelled back, looking at the guy standing in front of me. He glared down at me with blue eyes, flipping his dark bangs from his face.

"I asked you first. What's with the bra?" he snapped. I looked down, realizing I wasn't wearing a shirt, then realized I was pinned to the wall by a guy. 'oh the memories.'

"Got confiscated. Call me Sanova. Now, you're turn, wise a*s," I answered, glaring at the knife in his hand.

"Napier," narrowing his eyes, he slowly backed up a bit. I made a move to grab the knife but he opened his jacket, revealing various grenades, making me put my hands up in surrender.

"Why are you here?" he asked, still deciding whether I was a friend or foe.

"A jackass dragged me out here, thinkin he was gonna get lucky."

"Ford?"

"Yeah. How'd you know?" I asked, wiping blood from my chin.

"Joker has a bone to pick with 'im," Napier chuckled to himself. "I'd like to see how that turns out."

"Hmph. Joker? Damn, I think I would too." I crossed my arms. "So you gonna kill me or not?"

Veronica's POV
-15 minutes earlier-

I looked back at the clown, giving up on looking for Randal. I saw the purple coated man, grinning at me like the psycho he obviously is. He slowly made his was way to me, everyone in his path turning and running for their lives; something I would have done if I wasn't frozen in place.

"Hellooo gorgeous. What's a little thing like you doing out here, alone?" he asked, circling me. I cringed inwardly, hearing his creepy voice.

"I was-I was with a um a friend..."

"I see he ditched ya, huh?" the man let out a laugh which made me visibly flinch, causing his red smile to grow onto a large, sinister smirk.

"Are you scared?" I nodded a little in reply, watching his every single movement.

"Is it the scars?" he motioned for me to come to him, when I didn't, he grabbed me by the neck and pressed his large knife into my cheek as I struggled to get away.

"Wanna know how I got 'em?" he asked before another round of laughter. He licked the scars from the inside of his mouth, and I tried to look anywhere but at him.

" C'mere, look at me." He forced me to look up at him, much to my dislike. "So, I had a wife, who was beautiful...like you, who tells me I worry too much, who tells me I oughta smile more, who gambles and gets in deep with the sharks... Hey. One day they carve her face. And we got no money for surgeries. She can't take it. I just want to see her smile again. Hmm? I just wanted to let her know that I don't care about the scars. So, I stick a razor in my mouth and do this-" He tilted his face, giving me full and different views of the scars. "-to myself. And you know what? She can't stand the sight of me! She leaves! Now I see the funny side. Now, I'm always smiling!" He began to laugh again but I kneed him and turned, running down the street as fast as possible, only hearing his laughter growing quieter and quieter as I ran further and further. I wasn't one to show fear but the thing is...

I know him.