Chapter 2: The Dark Day

Jane looked around the room, and in a dark corner to the right, she could see someone standing.

"Hello girls. I see that you are awake now. Do you want to play a game with me? The one that doesn't die first will be drugged, and set free." The figure stepped out of the shadows. The man was wearing a white jumpsuit, and a horrible Halloween mask and wig of a clown.

"Why, what do y-y-y-y-you want with us?" Jane stuttered.

"Like I said before, I want to play a game. One lives, one dies. One shall not escape, while one will survive."

"What are you going to do to us?" Liby asked the clown-faced man.

"The bowls on the table have many folded pieces of paper in them. In one bowl, the papers are labeled with body parts. The pieces of paper in the other bowl are labeled 'bleed' and 'cauterize' separately. I'll be drawing out of the bowls, and whatever body part is drawn will be cut off of your body. Then, I'll draw from the other bowl to decide if I should let the injury bleed, or have it cauterized. This game is purely a game of chance."

"You’re a monster!" Liby and Jane yelled in unison.

"To you, I may be a monster, but to me, I am a genius! Now, let's begin."

"Before we 'begin' could you please tell us your name? That way we know what to yell, or should we just call you Clownface?" Liby asked.

"Clownface, I like the sound of that! Now I know who to chop first!" Clownface reached into the bowl on his left, grabbed a piece of paper, and unfolded it. "And the winner is....the left thumb!" He announced. He walked over to the table that had the knife, chainsaw, and torch on it. He grabbed the knife, and then took his time approaching Liby.

"No, stay away from her, you f*****g psycho!" Jane screamed, and thrashed in her bindings, desperately trying to free herself. Clownface continued to torment Liby.

"Please, don't do it. Just free us. We will never tell anyone where this place is, or what you look like." Liby pleaded.

"All the more reasons to have one of you die." Clownface said. He grabbed Liby's left arm, and held it against the wall. He took the knife and quickly chopped off Liby's thumb.

"AHHHHHHhhhhh!" Liby screamed in pain. Clownface then walked back to the table. There he fished a piece of paper from the other bowl. To his dismay, the paper said "Cauterize". Liby and Jane watched as he walked back to the other table. He put the knife down, grabbed the torch, lit it, and walked back to Liby.

"AHHHHHHHHHHHHhhhhh" Liby screamed as she felt the flames touch her skin, burning the skin around the area that was her thumb. Clownface smiled at the pain he was causing, yet he was disappointed that he had to cauterize Liby's first wound. He drew another piece of paper from the left bowl.

"Left ear. Excellent! Jane, this is going to hurt quite a lot." He grabbed the knife from the table, and walked toward Jane. Jane watched as Clownface got closer. She noticed that his hand was close enough to bite. When he was about to hold her head still, Jane bit his hand. She bit so hard that she could taste the warm, metallic and salty taste of blood.

"You little B***h! The next time that I have to cut something off, it will be my choice, and I'm going to make sure that it hurts! I'm also going to just let it bleed!"

"Breaking the rules now Clownface? And here I thought that we were playing a game." Liby said, unknowingly making Clownface even angrier. Clownface smacked Jane, grabbed her head, positioned the knife behind her ear, and pulled the knife around her ear. Jane screamed and writhed in agony, but that just made the pain worse. Her blood started to spray all over the place, staining Clownface's white jumpsuit red.

"Hahahahahahahaha. LOOK AT ALL THAT BLOOD! I think that you might be the one that is going to die. Let's see what fate has in store for you. Shall we?" Clownface unfolded another piece of paper, walked to the implement table, and grabbed the torch. Jane swallowed really hard, for she saw the pain that Liby went through while having her wound cauterized. Clownface lit the torch again, and brought it up to Jane's face. Jane could feel the heat touch her face, and it felt like the heat alone would burn her skin, which it did.

"AHHHHHHHHHHHH" She screamed as the flames touched her cheek. She could smell the stink of burning flesh and hair around her. Clownface stood and laughed at how much pain he was causing for both of the girls. He drew the next piece of paper that he drew from the bowl, and frowned.

"What's wrong, is it something that won't cause much blood loss? Thank God!" Clownface turned the paper around, and Liby stared in horror at what it read; right leg.

"How about I let a coin decide on what I should use to cut off your leg? If it lands on heads I'll use the knife, but if it lands on tails I'll use the chainsaw. If it somehow lands on the side I'll let you keep your leg." Clownface fished a quarter from his pocket, balanced it on his thumb and finger, and flipped it. Liby watched as the coin turned in the air, and plummeted toward the floor. Clownface walked to where the coin landed on the floor, and bent down to pick it up. He put it back in his pocket, and walked over to the chainsaw.

"No, please don't do it. I'll-I'll-I'll help you butcher people! Jane and I can lure them here, and you can chain them up after drugging them! How does that sound?" Clownface stood and contemplated what Liby had offered.

"No, I'd rather kidnap and butcher people on my own. You know, you two are not my first victims. My first victim was a teacher. I think that his name started with an 'L', but I don't remember. Anyway, before he died he had pleaded with me just as you have. He suggested that he and I trap people down here, and play a game of chance. He is the person that invented the very game that we are playing at this moment, so you have him to thank!"

"You killed Mr. L! I hated you before, but now I hate you even more!" Jane screamed at him. Clownface picked up the chainsaw and stepped over to Liby. He knelt down, as if he were going to propose to her, and started the chainsaw. Liby started to squirm in her bindings as the teeth slowly inched closer and closer toward her leg. She screamed and squirmed even more as the saw grabbed her silk blue dress, and started to bite into her flesh. As chunks of skin flew off, blood started to flow. Small chunks of bone started to be tossed up into the air, and even hit Jane, Liby, and Clownface. Some of the bone hit Jane in the face, and tore gaping wounds into her flesh. Finally, Liby's leg fell away, and landed in the pool of blood below. Clownface turned the chainsaw off, and put it down. He walked to the table, and grabbed a random piece of paper. As he started to unfold the paper a smile started to slowly break across his face.

"You sick and twisted b*****d, I hope that you rot in prison, in the most uncomfortable conditions known to man!" Jane yelled at him.

"Just for that little outburst I'm going to have Liby choose what I chop off you next. She will also choose whether or not the wound is cauterized, or left to bleed." He picked up the bowl of body part marked papers in it, and held it under Liby's left hand. "Grab a piece of paper, honey."

"I'm not your honey, you sick and twisted a*****e!" Clownface grabbed the knife, and held it to her neck.

"Choose, or I'll slit your damn throat!" Clownface demanded. Liby did as she was told, and held onto the paper as he took the bowl away. He took the paper from her, and unfolded it.

"Left arm, I'll need the chainsaw for this." Jane and Liby were shocked when Clownface walked away, and out of the basement. They could hear him moving around up stairs, and wondered what he was doing.

"Thank God, he left!" Jane said with enthusiasm. Immediately after she had said that, the basement door opened. Jane and Liby hoped that it was someone that came to rescue them, but, to their dismay, it was Clownface. Clownface walked back toward them, and enjoyed the looks of pure terror on their faces, for they noticed that he had an ordinary saw in his hand. He stepped over to Jane, pushed her arm against the wall, and let the saw's teeth kiss her shoulder. Jane shivered when the cold and hungry teeth touched her skin. She grit her teeth as Clownface started to pull the saw across her skin. Slowly, Jane's skin started to rip away in bloody shreds. Clownface smiled more and more as Jane's screams got loader and loader, and continued to saw at her arm. Blood was now dripping from her arm, down her leg, and onto the floor. Clownface briefly frowned, for he hit bone. He sawed a little more to get past the cartilage. Jane could no longer scream, for her voice was so hoarse. Clownface put the saw down, grabbed her arm, and dislocated her shoulder to get the arm out of the socket. Clownface let the now dangling arm free of the shackles holding it up.

"Hello Jane!" Clown face mocked as he waved to Jane with her own hand.

"You sick freak," Liby yelled, "I hope that you burn in hell for a very, very long time!" Clownface got ready to position the other bowl under Liby's hand, and had her draw yet another piece of paper out. As Clownface started to unfold this one, Liby hoped that something would happen to stop this freak. She looked over at Jane, who was now slightly dangling freely away from the wall, and watched the blood flow from her shoulder like a little red waterfall. Luckily for Clownface, nothing happened, and he went to grab the torch. Jane tried to yell as the flames burned the leaking wound. Her skin was sizzling, and they could smell the aroma of cooked meat. When the wound was sufficiently cauterized Clownface put the torch away.        

"Now, I'm going to let Jane pick the body part that will be lost. Jane, if you would please. You don't want to lose your right foot do you?"

"I'm so sorry, Liby, but I don't want to bleed from my ankle. Do you know how much blood I would lose?" Clownface positioned the bowl beneath Jane's right hand. Jane dug in, praying that she would grab something that wouldn't cause to much blood loss. "I have it." She told Clownface. Clownface pulled the bowl away, grabbed the paper from Jane, unfolded it, and smiled with joy. He turned the paper around and showed it to Jane. Jane's stomach sank, for the paper read 'right arm'. Clownface skipped his way to the table of tools, picked up the chainsaw, started it, and turned toward Liby.

"No! Please, no!" Liby's screams just encouraged Clownface for what he was about to do. He inched the chainsaw towards her shoulder. Pieces of flesh caught in the rapidly rotating chain, then, just as quickly, thrown through the air. Blood started to flow and grease the chain, making it easy for it to cut through bone. Liby's arm fell away, and landed in the pool of blood below. Jane was so horrified that she couldn't even scream, no matter how much she wanted to. Liby screamed and screamed in pain. Her blood was now flowing out of her body fast. She started to feel light headed, and her vision was diminishing. She turned her head, and looked at Jane. Liby tried to speak, but no sound came out. She was trying to tell Jane 'I'm glad that I was able to know you. Before I die, I just want to tell you that I love you. Goodbye, Jane. Make sure that this b*****d burns in hell!' Somehow, Jane understood exactly what her friend wanted to say, and watched with a heavy heart as Liby died.

"I love you too." Jane starts to cry, but she then remembers that Clownface is still with her. "You son of a b***h! I hope that you die a horrible and painful death for what you have done!" Clownface went to a desk that was hidden in the shadows. There, he pulled out a bottle and a rag. He opened the bottle, and poured it onto the rag.

"What is that? What are you going to do to me now?" Jane asked in horror. She looked at Liby, who was now dangling at an angle, lifeless. "I have a feeling that I will soon be with you again, Liby."

"Don't worry, this is chloroform. It will make you unconscious just long enough for me to get you far away from this place." Clownface walked up to her, and held the wet rag to her face. Jane quickly became unconscious. Clownface undid the shackles holding her to the wall, and carried her upstairs. The sun was now beginning to rise. The room they walked into had a bed in the corner. The bed was covered in plastic, making cleanup fast and effortless. Clownface went to a cabinet in the bathroom, and removed several sterile bandages from a box. He went to where he had left Jane. He cleaned her injuries, and bandaged them. He then picked her up again, and applied more chloroform, for she was starting to stir. He placed her in the back of a pickup, went back inside, took off the mask and wig, and changed out of the jumpsuit.

When he was cleaned up, Clownface went back to the truck, started it, and drove three miles away from the house, back to the place that he had kidnapped Jane and Liby. He lifted Jane out of the truck, and placed her on the sidewalk. He then got back in the truck and drove away.