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LIMBO: Clowns -- Chapter 20 - Daiten

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Daiten carries me on his back as he zooms through the city streets. Every so often a person of a group of people would get in our way and Daiten would tare through them like weaves of grass, using his tail to protect me from debris and blood. When you see lizards, and especially crocodiles, you don’t automatically think speed but power. Daiten is power and speed incarnate. His strong forearms pulls us farther as his legs push us forwards. He digs his monstrous claws into ground and then flies forwards. It’s amazing.
Curious of how he became what he is, I lift myself up with my feet, grip my hands around his collar and I pull my self with in an earshot, “How did you become a demitilian?”
His large reptilian red eye blinks inversely and looks up at me and then back at the city ahead, “Initially, my soul muted with an A-class demon morphing me into what you would call a werewolf, but as the process started, a E-class demon got curios and entered the fusion. When I woke up, my skin was scale and my blood was cold. Because my soul has been so mutated, I can’t act like other animal/human hybrids and revert down to a human form.”
“Has it been hard?”
Before he can answer, he jumps onto the side of a building and runs up it. As we reach the top he answers, “What?”
He leaps off the top of the building and lads on a couple of fake clowns, “Nope.” He laughs and bursts forwards, “It’s been great. In life, I was a soldier who lost his legs in WWII. Escaped execution and found a nice quiet home in Africa. I grew into an old bitter man with no hope to ever walk again. When I died and came back to Limbo, it was like a second chance at a new and better life. Anything is better than the feeling of being useless.”
“You’re a war veteran?”
“Yes sir, Sgt. General Lars Wittenberg ; at your service!”
“Lars Wittenberg? How’d you become Daiten?”
Daiten’s large gargled laugh sends shivers up my spine, “I don’t exactly want people to know who or what Lars Wittenberg was.”
“Why not?”
He stops replying to me.
It was only a few minutes of awkward silence while running through the streets and dodging bullets until we finally arrived at the large grubby on the outside, regal on the inside, warehouse. As Daiten’s running comes to an immediate halt, my chest is forced into the large scales on his back which lightly cut the though my sweater. Daiten’s spiky brow cringes and he nudges his snout forwards, “It’s not going to be all peas and carrots getting in there, I assume.” I follow his snout and look out in front of us. A large crow of men and women block out way into the warehouse. Like some kind of punk-masquerade ball, all of them are dressed in posh gothic outfits that have been ripped torn and burnt. Standing in front of the crowd is a man in a loose straight jacket. His hair is tall and red, sides of his hair are shaved off, his face is covered in stitches and his mouth has been poorly sewn together on the edges. Under the poor stitching is a permanent smile carved into his cheeks and on the side of his head is Skull’s mask, he wearing it like a trophy.  In the man’s arms is a limp body, and like a child throwing a doll, he tosses the body at Daiten’s feet.
Daiten’s massive tail wraps around my waist and places me in front of the broken body, “Who is it?” he asks quietly.
I  pull the body by the shoulder and lay him out on his back. The red hair and scar give it away immediately. The man across the gap laughs and mocks us, “Do you still plan on getting by us, is even the great Vice Don of the Clown Mafia can’t get through?”
Skull coughs like a weak child, “Rex?”
I put my swords and sheathe down, and kneel beside Skull, “Hey Steve, are you okay?”
“What…” he coughs up blood, “What did I tell you about calling me ‘Steve,’ kid?”
I laugh quietly, small tears begin to roll out of my eyes, “You’d bash my skull in.”
Skull slowly raises his arm and softly bumps me on the head, “Right…” he closes his eyes.
I shake him, “Skull?” I ask and then look back over to Daiten, “Did he--?”
Daiten doesn’t reply and stomps in front of me towards the large crowd. “Doesn’t look like helps coming anytime time soon. You’d best ready yourself, kid. Pick up that sword.” Daiten pulls his legs and arms out and open his large claws, “Lets do this.”
I stare down at the quiet looking Skull, I breathe deeply, pick up my sword and pull the strap back over my shoulder as I stand up. I grip the sword by the hilt and unsheathe the blade slowly. The long white blade sparkles as the light of the city flames bounce off the metal. It makes a light hissing noise as it slides out of the sheathe. As the sword pops out, I place the hilt in front of my body like Chanté and Spike taught me.
The leader of the crowd wearing Skull’s mask on the side of his head laughs as he tilts his head, cracking his neck. He throws his hands in the air, Skull’s bat in hand and shouts, “Destroy them!”
Daiten digs his claws into the ground and throws himself into the air. I grip both hands around the blue wrappings of my hilt and charge. The crowd on the man run towards us, screaming and hollering like a group of madmen.
Suddenly a large object crashes down between the Masqueraders and Daiten and I. The wind is strong and violent, it throws me back flying and forces Daiten to his knee, gripping the dirt with his powerful arms and protecting Skull with his tail. My flight comes to sudden stop as I m caught by two different pairs of hands: Samantha and Gaiden Jefferson. The dust burst past us, and as the wind dies down Pankake emerges from the large crater and standing on his back is Jeffery. Jeffery stepped down Pankake’s rolls of fat and runs over to Daiten and Skull. Pankake laughs at the Masqueraders who all been thrown to the ground and into the side of the warehouse by the large gust of wind.
Daiten lifts his tail, allowing Jeffery see Skull laying unconscious. He presses his ear against Skull’s chest and looks up to Daiten, “He’s still alive, but only slightly. Please, Lars, get him back to  back to Heartland Memorial Hospital. You’re men need you in the Asion Sector.”
Daiten barks, “No way, the real actions here.”
Jeffery grabs Daiten by the snout and looks him into the eye, “Please you don’t have to do this for me. But I will make it up to you, that is for sure. But if you don’t go where you’re men need you, you don’t deserve the title of Don.”
Daiten growls, wraps his tail around Skull and put him on his back, “Fine. Since I have to pass the hospital along the way, I might as well give you’re brute a lift.”
Jeffery smiles and pats Daiten on the shoulder, signalling to Daiten to go. Daiten pushes off the ground and flies over my head; that when I realize the large crowd of Clowns standing behind me.  “When did you all get here?”
Samantha tugs at my sleeve, “Just now, we had to get here in time so you and father could handle Joker on your own - without issue.”
Gaiden knocks me on the head, “You and father will be able to do this yourselves won’t you?”
A sudden push at the shoulder blades knocks me out of Samantha’s grasp, I stumble forwards and look back at Flare. “Go get ’em Rexxey-boy!” He cheers as small bursts of flames shoot out his nostrils.
Out from the crowd walks a man wearing completely black clothes, black hair and black shades, and he steps up to Jeffery, “Jester, sir? With the aid of the Shadow Mafia, we have cornered the Masqueraders in the Asion Sector and have officially clear out the main city. All that is left is the small group here. We should be able to hold off this group of impostors while you and the Twilight Don go in and constrain Joker. “
“Thank you for the report Shadow. Rex?” Jeffery calls for my attention and walks towards me, “Do you think you can use your Twilight powers to teleport us into the warehouse from here?”
I stutter, “Y-yes! I think if I try hard enough, and you hold onto me, I can get us in there. But I say this cautiously because I can already feel Joker’s powers and presence all the way from here.”
Jeffery looks into my eyes, “Are you sure you’re ready for this?”
“I think I am. For nearly two years now I have been aimlessly running around the crazy world with no idea what to do with myself, but now I think I finally know what I have to do,” I say proudly.
Jeffery knows I am serious, “You’re not that same scared kid you were when I met you back at the hospital.”
I hold out my sword and Jeffery places his hand on the dull side of the blade. But as I close my eyes I can feel someone put their hands on my face and press their lips onto mine. I open them to see Samantha smiling and pulling away. I stare at her dazed, “What-what was that for?”
Samantha smirks boyishly, “For good luck.” The two of us stare at each other and I think I can feel the butterflies again.
Jeffery clears his throat, “Mind if we do this teen-love crap later?” I shake my head free of the butterflies and I close my eyes again, focusing on the inside of the warehouse. The ground begins to shake and our bodies begin to light up and in a fast flash… we disappear

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The Series "LIMBO: CLOWNS" (c) Daryll J. Williams (Skeletonny)
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LIMBO: Clowns -- Chapter 19 - Blood
“You Idiot,” snarls Jarrek as he bursts into my new office made away from Marcus‘ old one, Roselie and Charles following in after him.
Charles warns me as he holds Jarrek down, “I think Jarrek has found out about the Circle of Kings meeting from Saturday.”
I press pause on my Gameboy Color and set it down on my desk, “Well, hello to you too, Jerry.” I wave over to Roselie, “I’m about to finish Red version, could you find me Yellow?” I ask politely.
The cute girl nods and runs out the door again. “Do you have any idea what you got us into by insisting we work with the Clown and Shadow mafias?” Jarrek badgers me as I pick back up my game and continue fighting my in-game rival’s Raticate. “The Twilight Mafia doesn’t take part in ‘group operations,’ let alone work with the Clowns and Shadows!”
I turn off my game and put it in my top drawer of my desk, “Look, I know you have you

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