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~Madness & Insanity~ A dark gray SUV drove steadily over the heaps of wreckage. A fifth of the city destroyed…thousands of lives completely snuffed out. The vehicle paused at what remained of Market Street – ruins of burnt ash and twisted metal frames. The Assistant Director of SCIF stepped out, escorted by two Smasher guards. They crunched over broken glass and rubble. She wondered how many bodies they were recklessly trampling upon. She wore light shades and a breathing apparatus. Through the eyewear she could see within the haze of dust surrounding them. A built-in computer indicated what she was seeing: a metal table, strewn rubber tires, a few scattered stuffed animals; their fur had no doubt been seared by intense flames. No sign of what she had come searching for yet. She turned to the guards behind her, her flaming wine-colored hair flapping wildly in the polluted breeze. “Spread out and search for it. It is here, somewhere…” With a quick nod the other two split, vanishing into the dry mist but, their presence still lingering nearby. According to her sensors, this was where two of their agents had disappeared. Before that, they had lost all radio contact with the two agents after the surprise onslaught that took place in SCIF’s primary base of operations – the Police Department. Since the attack, survivors were relocated to the secondary HQ on the far west side of Super City, hidden somewhere far below sea level. No signs of life so far. There was no doubt in her mind that both Agent Kira and Agent Fang were dead. Unless you were a Smasher or just simply lucky, no one could have survived this destruction. And the Assistant Director did not believe in any such luck. The heels of her shoes cracked through more debris as she walked on, peering silently into the blurry gloom around her. There were more random items, more irrelevant details to sort through. Nothing yet…Where could it be? As she scanned the area, her mind still reflected on the devastation. All of this Chaos, all this ruin – the result of a madman who calls himself Clown the Jester, a Prince of Fools, a Harlequin of Doom. She had read his file, was familiar with his insane and violent actions, but the drive behind his madness completely escaped her. There was no understanding him, no logic to what he did. Files could not teach you the essence of a person. Files could not explain the inner workings of an individuals mind. What makes you tick, Mr. Clown? She pondered, crossing her arms in mild frustration. “Kardinal,” a deep voice spoke behind her. She turned to find one of the guards staring at her. “Have you located it?” Once more, the guard nodded affirmatively. Sparing no more of their precious time, she followed him to a spot where the Mega Plex Theater had once stood. They met the other agent, who redirected their attention towards a piece of red cloth lying at his feet. No, it was more than just a mere piece of material. She realized it was a curtain, torn and half eaten from the fire. She kneeled, swiping away the dirt and ash and revealing the bright purple letters embroidered upon its surface. Despite the severe damage, she could faintly read its message: CHAOS CARNIVAL PROPERTY! “Yes,” she said aloud, more so to herself than to those standing beside her. “Yes, this is it. It’s here…” She pulled away the fallen curtain. Underneath it was a door. This door was not like the others she had seen. This door led to somewhere, someplace secret – a trapdoor. Theaters always had them, she thought, smirking victoriously. Her guards handled the latch efficiently. The door opened and she boldly stared down into a world of darkness. Crack! She swiftly bent an emergency glow stick, activating its bright, green hue. “Let’s go,” she ordered, and without any hesitance began her slow descent. When Jae stepped out the portal, she was totally unprepared for what she saw. Thousands of Clown the Jesters encircled her friends, clones of the original. Her comrades fought, struggling to defeat them – to survive. There was no sign of Super Clown. But still, rage made her blood boil as she remembered Raeven – at what had possibly been done to her sister. The Ancient Evil Army was set loose upon them, joining the frenzy of battle like the dark soldiers they were – led fearlessly by Ancient Darkness. Her eyes searched quickly for Gray Silhouette. She could sense his mind amidst the Chaos. She saw the fury and pain in it; old wounds reopened, and a determination that was much stronger than before filled his thoughts. She found him, grinding his fists into the face of one the Clown’s copies, shouting relentlessly. But, she realized, he was so focused on the Clown before him that he neglected to notice the other that was approaching from behind – slowly loading a pistol and preparing to aim. Jae blasted through each Clown that crossed her frantic path. She had to hurry; before it was too late…she had to hurry. The Harlequin finally lifted the piece of steel to the back of Gray’s skull, mumbling something…about to fire. She closed her eyes, focusing every thought that was racing through her terrified mind. She heard the shot being fired and opened her eyes. There was Gray, unharmed – still mindlessly clobbering his enemy to death. “WOULDN’T YOU KNOW IT?” One of the Harlequins called out, looking up. He dug into his arm, extracting a bullet. “There’s always a psychic to spoil our fun!” Unrestrained anger, hurt, and guilt took over. Jae lifted three of the Clowns into the air and tossed them away from Gray. The impact of their landing formed craters in the ground. “You!” she cried, launching a fractured piece of Pandora’s statue into twelve more. Her gaze zeroed in on the one who held the gun. “What have you done? What have you done with my sister?!” One of surrounding Clowns threw something at her. A grenade. She saw it out of her peripheral vision and stopped the device with her mind before it was in close enough range of injuring her critically. It exploded from the mental force. Her focus shifted to the Harlequin standing there with the largest grin on his face, the discharged gun still in his hand. “It was you that was behind Ivory’s actions. You’re the one responsible for that explosion in my father’s research facility!” She lifted him into the air, wanting nothing more than to just make him disappear – to make them all disappear. She continued, “I know you’ve been driving her insane. Why Clown? Wh-what kind of monster would do this? How can you possibly find this funny?” “A monster that saved your sister from a fate worse than death,” The Clown the Jester said, the grin on his face disappearing, turning solemn. “Imagine what ‘Daddy’ would have done to Raeven when he was done playing with her, if I didn’t save her.” She hesitated, realizing that he was right. It still pained her heart to even think of the evils that her father had done towards Raeven. Jae was still getting over the shock of discovering that missing piece of the puzzle. “But,” Clown the Jester continued, the grotesque smile reappearing back onto his face, “the real question I have is…Why didn’t you save her?” “I-I couldn’t,” she replied, her gaze lowering to the ground. “I was too young to realize…I-I didn’t know. I didn’t know what was going on.” “Really? Too young, not enough…heh heh…gray matter in the brain,” He said. “Funny…you were Raeven’s twin sister…same age as her. If she had the powers to kill Charley Birdwatchingman at the age of six heh heh…so would you. Same capabilities…heh heh…perhaps you just didn’t…care about her.” “I don’t need to explain myself,” Jae said, her mind filling with hate. “Especially to a monster like you! You really don’t care about who gets hurt, about who you leave suffering. Why?” She just couldn’t fathom what this sick and twisted harlequin represented. “As for the pitiful EXCUSE…that you didn’t know,” Clown the Jester continued, ignoring Jae’s statement. “Do you really expect me to believe that a girl who can read minds could not find out from her own father’s mind what…devious things…he was doing to your sweet…sweet sister? The Doc’s mind would have been singing…heh heh…Like a little Birde. That would make you a lousy psychic. So either you didn’t care….OR YOUR JUST STUPID! HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA!” “Shut up, you…Monster!” she snapped back. Oh, how she hated him, how she absolutely detested his venomous words. She could only imagine the path of destruction he left behind. How many has this psychopath killed? She wondered, gazing into his feral eyes. How many were left hurt and forever scarred? How many more Gray Silhouettes had he created? Poor Gray… She remembered his state of mind from earlier. The pain and the guilt he felt. Such terrible feelings of remorse over the death of his one true love, Rachel. And now Jae felt the same about the fate of her own twin sister. Was Clown right? Is this…really all my fault? No one had ever been kind to Raeven before. No one had treated her as human. She lacked everything that Jae possessed, everything that gave life its blissful meaning. How could Jae not feel guilty over what her sister had been deprived of for years? “Please,” Jae said, tears started to form in her eyes. “I want you to tell me how to help Raeven. If you have any good left in you, Clown the Jester, please…help me.” The grinning Harlequin stared at her. His mock smile turned into one of apathy…perhaps…maybe even compassion. “Funny,” the Clown said, his eyes sullen despite his smile. “You know…I…I wasn’t always crazy….at least I don’t think I always was…things get twisted in my head. Can’t remember the past so good. Like a hazy dream. I…I….remember trying to live life by your rules. Sane, productive member of society, always willing to lend a helping hand. Ya see…my mind mixes facts up…I don’t know my origin…I see dreams in the wee hours of the night. Sometimes…I see a god of mischief…a deity who loved pulling nasty pranks, forced by the other Gods to release his powers…as a final joke…he secretly snuck the powers into the body of a baby with pail skin, and purple hair.” His smile slowly dropped as he tried to remember more of his strange tale. “Other times, I see the comedy, insanity, and anger of the world leaving the planet and entering a black hole, where a messenger of Chaos formed, preparing to make the world achieve world peace…even if he has to kill them all to achieve it.” Clown the Jester continued. To Jae’s amazement, a tear trickled down his cheek. “Then I see myself as a normal guy…who had a special gal…a girl who this guy could always make laugh…and she loved to laugh. This normal guy was always pushed around…but he never let his feelings make a fool out him…NEVER!” Clown the Jester looked over at Gray Silhouette, still punching the clone. Gray was sobbing as he struck the clone over and over. “The girl loved the normal guy…no doubt of that…they were going to live happy ever after and all that stuff…they are on a rooftop, holding hands, watching the sun set just after having fun at a Circus,” Clown the Jester continued, his sight turning back to Jae, another tear trickling down his eye. She stood there speechless. “He tells her a hilarious joke about two clowns…her favorite part of the Circus...said I was her clown. She hears the joke and laughs so hard. I laughed too…it was fantastic joke…we laugh so hard, we start cry, but in her laugher…my girl's hand slips from my grasp, she stumbles, falling off the roof...dead. Because of a joke.” What is this? She thought, her eyes never leaving his. Had she found something that had been buried? Had she finally discovered the goodness that was left within him? Perhaps…is there really some hope still left for him? “I often wonder if this vision was the true origin…would make a lot of sense,” Clown continued staring into Jae’s eyes. “I also wondered if it was not her who truly fell but me…sometimes I wonder where I landed.” Jae walked to the Clown, lowering him to the ground. Hoping, desperately wishing that he could help her – that he would give Raeven back to her. In that moment all her anger vanished. She ignored the surrounding battle, and took the Harlequin’s cold, pale hands. It was like holding on to a corpse. “No matter how far we fall,” she said, smiling, praying in her heart, “we can always get back up. Please…will you help me?” “No,” Clown the Jester said, tears still trickling down his face, slowly withdrawing his hand. She was crushed, far worse than anything in the world. Why? Why did he refuse? “I would…please believe me I would…but…I can’t…it’s…it’s far too late for going back. Thanks for the smile…it means a lot to me…it really does. I...I still have a show to finish.” Suddenly, he clutched her hair and swung her into the air. “BESIDES! BEING CRAZY IS JUST TOO MUCH FUN! WA HA HA HA!” She landed on her side, dazed. Clutching her abdomen, she carefully regained her footing. How could he just get away with this? “BUT SINCE YOU WERE SUCH A TEAM PLAYER,” Clown cried out, a purple rocket launcher forming in his hands. “We have a lovely parting gift for ya!” He fired at her. She stood her ground, putting all her mental effort into stopping the missile. It sputtered and came to a halt, just a few meters in front of her. She carefully dissembled the projectile, rendering it useless. She was so flushed in anger. How could she believe him – put her trust in him?! “Very impressive,” The Clown the Jester clone said, scratching his chin, deep in thought. "It appears the more stress your given, the more your powers…buff up.” “Tell me what you did to Raeven, Clown!” she shrieked. Laughing, wagging his fingers in defiance. He said, “NOPE! NOPE! NOPE! I DON’T WANNA! NO DICE! YOU WON’T GET A PEEP OUTTA ME!” That’s it…I’ve had enough of this foolishness. She focused on the Harlequin’s mind, hoping to tear the answers from his skull. Immediately, her own mind flashed with images, terrible blood-curdling sights. Murder, torture, destruction….so much chaos…too much insanity. She screamed, grasping at her temples. She felt like her head was ready to explode, like there were millions of fire ants crawling around on her brain. No time to stop and sort through what she was seeing as image after image poured into her head. A flood of violence was slowly drowning her. “What’s wrong my dear?” Clown the Jester asked, a large grin on his face. “Don’t like what you see? I admit it’s a little cluttered.” Get out! Get out of my head! GET OUT!!! She clenched her teeth tightly, enduring the excruciating pain, fighting against it. Can’t let it takeover…can’t…can’t let it… She could barely hear the Harlequin’s muffled words above the screaming in her head. She pressed with all her mental vigor to stop the drowning. Slowly, gradually, the visions stopped – the noise began to fade back into the silence of her mind. She shuddered, gasping from the exerted energy. “So more stress equals more might huh?” Clown the Jester said, his grin widening. “I wanna see what you can really do.” He made his way back to Gray Silhouette, once again positioning his gun to the back of the clueless vigilante’s head. “I wonder… Can you stop a speeding bullet when it’s fired close range?” “Stop it,” Jae said. The Clown Gray Silhouette was punching, suddenly shot out his hand, grabbing the vigilante by the throat. He slammed Gray Silhouette to the ground pulling out a gun of his own, and pressed it to his struggling captive’s forehead. “How about two bullets?” he asked, looking up at Jae. More Clown the Jesters gathered around Gray Silhouette’s struggling body. “How about three?” “Four, five?” “Six? Can ya do six?” “Stop!” Jae pleaded with the Harlequins. “HECK GET SEVEN MORE!” one of the Clowns said. “THIRTEEN BULLETS! HA HA HA! FEELING LUCKY?” The thirteen Clown the Jesters gathered around Gray Silhouette…all about to fire. She could not let Gray die. Never! They needed him. He was so pure, so incorruptible - a miracle, the most outstanding miracle that Super City would ever know! She couldn’t, but there was no time…no time… “I SAID…I…I SAID,” Jae screamed, an invisible force lifting all thirteen Clown the Jesters into the air. Blinded by the blue flash, in anguish. “I SAID STOP!” Jae’s mind crushed all thirteen Clowns. Their bones snapping, blood dripping. All dead. Their corpses fell to the ground. “Oh God,” Jae said, covering her face with her hands. “No, please no.” What had she done? She had actually killed a living soul. For the first time in her life…she had taken not just one life, but thirteen…Even if they were monsters, even if they were just fakes. Now they were dead because of her. She felt so blackened, so tainted by the executions. How could I let go of myself? I just…lost it… She felt a hand touch her shoulder and she looked up into Gray Silhouette’s somber eyes. Tears streamed down her face. “Killing doesn’t make the pain go away.” “I know,” he replied helping Jae up to her feet. “It only gives you nightmares.” The sound of his voice triggered a memory in Jae’s mind. She recognized that voice, from somewhere... “...I…I know you from before,” Jae said searching his mind. “You worked at Corporal…Yes…You were the Janitor.” She remembered – she remembered everything. “That was a long time ago Ms. Jae,” he whispered. “A lifetime ago.” “You used to be at my desk, sometimes, emptying trash,” she stated. “But I-I never thought to ask you your name.” “My name then doesn’t matter. My name now is Gray Silhouette,” he said. “But then, you left a few years back. Was that when, Rachel…?” she began, catching herself, knowing what she was about to bring up. “Yes.” On the outside he appeared unaffected by her question, but Jae knew better. “That’s when I left my temporary job, and started my permanent.” That’s how he became dedicated to taking down Clown the Jester, along with the hundreds of other villains that dared to show their face in Super City. He wouldn’t hesitate to kill them, unlike Jae. She wondered… “Do you think killing Clown the Jester will bring you happiness?” After a long pause he replied, “No.” “Then, why do you kill?” she asked. Gray did not respond as one last copy of the insane Harlequin leapt at them, carrying a butcher knife. He was consumed in a torrent of black flames, as Drakkoniss and Ancient Darkness appeared, just in time to stop him. The last of the Clown the Jester clones. All that was left was Super Clown. However where he has hiding…they had no way of finding out. The battle finally over, all the heroes and their allies regrouped. The only one who was missing was Defiant, but he was no more. Gray pointed out that one of the Clowns had murdered him too. Another loss Smasher…another casualty. A blue armored teen appeared moments later, waving something in his hands. He landed besides Gray, identifying himself as Blue Gear. Jae could sense his intelligence. She tried to focus on what the young boy was saying, but it was hard to think straight. There were so many pictures stuck in her head from her failed attempt at reading the Clown copy’s mind. There was no telling if all the visions were true or not, but their presence alone would be mind-shattering to any normal, sane person. It was difficult to ignore. As the others began arguing over the device in Blue Gear’s possession, Jae tried her best to clear her mind. Just breathe slowly…in and out…breathe…emptiness… “Come with me Jae,” A female’s voice cut into her trance. He opened her eyes staring into a stranger’s face. “Who are you?” “I am Arachnid.” Jae remembered the name. This was the person in the vision Lady Zafara had seen when she attacked the Police Department dressed as Gray Silhouette. “I am on your side, here to avenge milady’s death. Please, will you help me find Shadow Rapter? He swore to help me accomplish this mission.” “I will help,” Jae answered, finally ridding her mind of the vulgar images. They would be suppressed at least. “Many thanks,” Arachnid said, cheerful. “Away we go. We shall return here for the others later.”
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