The boy knelt with hands bound behind his back next to his father, neither said a single word. Surrounding the boy and his father were masked men holding rifles. Some with Ak's, some with what looked to be m4's.

To this very day it still struck him as strange that men with nothing left to lose just knelt and waited to die. No begging, no fighting, they just waited.

Well the honesty of the matter is that the begging never started until the first limb came off if it came at all, most men went into shock and stared up at the sky unblinking taking short shallow breaths until the breathing stopped and the blood went from strong spurts to a slow flow.

The boy and his father sat convicted with the sentence soon to be passed, both stared at the ground.

The father had a shop and had told him to curtly "go fuck his mother", to which he had informed he can pay with money or with blood. The foolish boy had heard the threat and ran to tell the police later that day.

The father was worth more alive, they would have beat him into paying but once their man inside the station had informed them of the boy's actions, well rats had to be exterminated.

Behind him a radio let out a muffled voice to which the man it was attached to hit the transmit button letting out a short sharp sound like the sound of a cricket. "Understood"

The man stepped forward and he instantly felt his stomach drop.

"The fucking clown"

"No one better"

The clown had no affiliation. The clown was freelance. The clown was only used to make a statement. That statement was 'Look upon the horrors on mankind and see that we are worse'.

The clown stepped in front of the kneeling pair. Clad in a bullet proof vest and a clown mask that bore a sadistic grin. He looked back at the camera man who gave him a thumbs up.

He stood in front of the father and gave him a quick kick with a pointed boot.

"What is your name?", He barked in a commanding voice..

"Javier Hernandez Garcia", The Father said said, holding his head high.

The clown stepped in front of the boy and with the same commanding voice asked the same question.

" What is your name"

"Diego Hernandez Lopez"

The clown stepped back and picked up a thick tree branch that lay upon the grass of the forest clearing.

"We came to you with reasonable demands and you returned the favor by being cowardly dog fucking motherless whores. Your son ran to the police with his skirts in one hand and his pussy in the other hand. You bred a rat, we must not have been taken seriously. Now instead of serving the purpose of wasting oxygen you will serve the purpose of being a warning to all who take the notion to talk too much."

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The clown swung the branch with the weight of his body, the branch caught the father in the navel sending him to his back gasping for breath.

The clown did not stop.

He stood over the gasping father and struck him with dull thumps as the wood struck the father leaving red marks.

The father tried to say something but he was still struggling to draw breath after the relentless blows from the clown.

"The rat is squeaking, lift him up to speak."

Two of the gunmen stepped forward, each grabbed a shoulder and lifted the man to his knees who looked around dazed, still struggling to breath.

"Make the boy watch"

Another gunman held the boy's head in place with one hand on each side of his head.

The clown reached into his pocket and produced a pocket knife, He flicked it open revealing an edge that was sharpened to a razors edge.

The clown grabbed a handful of the fathers hair and forced his head back as he put the knife against his throat and began sawing.

The flesh of the neck separated into a wet red waterfall of blood that quickly gave the shirtless man a shirt of blood.

The father let out wet gurgles as the trachea was severed. Thin lines of blood spurted out in random directions as the clown began cutting the back off the neck;.

The son let out a scream that touched the soul and made the hairs on his arms stand up.

"PAPPA!!"panic shock, grief and anger, a medley of raw emotion pouring from the boy as he struggled with every fiber of his body to be free from the ropes, the gunmen, the situation.

The clown had separated all of the flesh around the neck of the father and chopped into the bones of the neck, as the knife struck the spinal column, the body of the father jumped. Two chops and the body fell limp to the floor, but the head remained in the hands of the clown.

The clown walked over to the son who was hyperventilating and crying and still squirming in the hands of the gunmen.

The clown held up his head in front of the boy's face.

"You killed him", The clown said calmly before smearing the fathers blood onto the face of the son.

"Hold him down"

Four gunmen stepped forward each grabbed a limb and pinned the boy on his back against the floor.

The clown teased the boy, he softly poked the exposed ribs of the boy with the tip of the blade.

The boy was full panic screaming like a child much younger and thrashing every last muscle fiber as his fight or flight told him to fucking run.

The clown then actually stabbed the boy. The blade of the knife disappeared into the boy's chest. The boy stopped screaming and began gasping.

The clown twisted the blade and rolled it with his weight.

A hollow pop sounded as ribs were cracked from the extreme angle the clown put into the blade.

The boy screamed now, from pain. A shrill quick scream as the clown pulled the blade out of his chest.

The clown then cut a box shape into the boy's torso, he cut too deep into the abdomen and with every breath the boy's entrails were pushed a little further out of his body.

The boy was no longer screaming, He stared unblinking into the sky taking short shallow breaths as the clown began removing the box he cut out of the boy.

The same way a hunter removes the skin from a deer, the clown flayed every inch of skin from the front of the boys torso.

The boy was still breathing.

The meat of the boy white and pink as blood slowly pooled to the surface and left red waterfalls against the tan of his skin that had not been cut off.

With every breath His entrails were slowly pushed out onto his lap.

The clown then reached into the hole he had stabbed into his chest and literally ripped his heart free from his chest.

The boy's heart was beating in his hand, separated from its body it was still beating in the way a chased rabbit runs. With its everything. No body to pump blood too and it still beat like a jackhammer in the hands of the clown.

The clown placed the heart on the chest of the boy and stabbed in place with the knife he skinned him with.

'If there is a hell then surely I shall burn,' he thought to himself as the clown pulled his cock out to piss on the boy's body.