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  "Maxie! They're killing my babies!" Kate squealed. "Take us down there! Right now!" she yelled to the pilot. He flew the helicopter in the general direction until he was a few hundred feet from the crowd.

  "I need to find a place to set it down!" the pilot said.

  "Here is fine," Kate said as she punched him in the throat so hard she crushed his larynx. He gagged and wheezed as the helicopter went into a spin, spiraling downward.

  "Hold on to your hats boys and girls!" Kate called out. "We're going for a ride!"

  The aircraft spun around and around as the ground closed in, landing on its side on top of a dozen Jericho mercenaries. The giant rotor hit the ground slicing several clowns, mercenaries and towns people into ribbons. As the helicopter struck the ground, Kate and Maxwell were tossed about the inside. Maxwell had been thrown clear almost fifty feet away as Kate landed flat on her back against the wall. The aircraft lay on its side in the now quiet street. Kate climbed out and looked at the carnage all around her.

  "Holy shit! Did you see that Maxie! We fucked all these guys up!" She said. "My babies, though. They killed a bunch of my babies!"

  "No worries my dear," Mad Maxwell said as he approached her. "We can make our own baby. Just imagine what kind of clown we could create together."

  "Really?"

  "Yes really."

  "You said I'm not like the others. Why did you say that?"

  "Because of the way you give birth, your toughness. Most clowns who are made from human aren't nearly as strong as you are. Then there is the thing with you turning humans into clowns with your vaginal juices. That is totally new. I think it's because as a human you were extraordinary."

  "Really?" she said. "I don't remember."

  "I know. It's part of the change. Trust me, though. I say we consummate our relationship right here and create the ultimate clown child."

  "That sounds great Maxie!" She pulled her shirt off and removed her skirt. He looked at her as he walked toward her, looking her up and down. Kate backed into a pile of dead bodies and lay down on her back. Maxwell approached her, sliding his jeans down, revealing his long, white clown penis. The red bulb on the end of his was the size of a baseball. She reached up and squeezed it, honking it several times.

  "Look at you, you tease," he said.

  "No teasing here. Let me have it, big boy."

  He thrust it inside of her, touching parts inside her she never knew existed. Maxwell thrust away repeatedly growing harder and harder inside her. She moaned as her insides throbbed in time with the movement of his clown cock. She tightened herself around his bulb, twitching her muscles just right, feeling him throb and grunt as he grew harder and harder. Finally, he filled her with his thick, gooey clown jizz. She tightened her muscles around his bulb, squeezing and milking it for every drop of his clown jizz.

  Once he finished, he stood and smiled, as she lay there still twitching.

  "Damn Maxie! That was good shit!" she said as she felt her tummy twitch and throb. Within a minute, her stomach had grown, stretching out. It began to hurt as it grew bigger and bigger. Much larger than any of her previous babies. She thought of what Maxwell said about clown women not usually surviving childbirth.

  She began to push as her tummy grew and grew. Taking deep breaths, she pushed as hard as she could, feeling the clown fetus work its way down her abdomen. She hoped the thing wouldn't rip her to pieces on the way out. She pushed and pushed until she felt it moving. Slowly the baby made its way out, clawing its way out of her, hysterical laughter sounding from him instead of cries.

  Finally, it was out of her, crawling on the ground before her and Maxwell. She slowly stood as the pain subsided and put her clothes on as she looked at her newest baby. First thing she noticed, was he was huge. Much larger than her others at birth. Second thing was he was already growing. Within a few minutes, he stood taller than her and Maxwell.

  "There he is my dear, what shall we name him?" Maxwell asked.

  "How about Baby Beast?" I like Baby Beast."

  "Baby Beast it is!"

  "Oh Baby Beast?" she said. "Can you hear me?"

  The clown stood, towering over the both of them. His eyes were a solid bright green. His hair a green Mohawk and skin pale white. She looked up at him, reaching up and touched his face. His smile was huge and crooked, just like his father's. He put his hand over hers and looked down at her and spoke.

  "Mama."

  Chapter 24

  Damien saw the helicopters landing outside. When the men disembarked the aircraft, he breathed a sigh of relief as he ran out to greet them. They were wearing black tactical gear and carrying weapons. He approached calling out his name. They stopped as one of them looked at him.

  "Are you Damien Carter? Jericho tracker?"

  "Yes, that's me. I'm glad you guys are here. The clowns are all over the place. It's a mess here," Damien said.

  "We can see that. We got it from here." The man said.

  "Great. Am I going back with you guys?"

  "Negative sir. We have our orders." The mercenary said as he fired his flamethrower right into Damien's face.

  Chapter 25

  As Nolan watched the men in black incinerate the truck, he grabbed Debra's hand and took off running. At first the men were too focused on their task to pay attention to them. Once they realized what was happening, the pair was almost a block away. Nolan heard them yell for him to stop as he turned into an alley.

  "What's going on?" Debra asked. She was holding the piece of clothing to her chest as she ran, hoping over the sticks and rocks with her bare feet.

  "Those guys, they're not Army, I don't know who they are but they are going to kill us."

  "How do you know?"

  "Why would they blow up our truck like that? They had on all black and ski masks underneath their helmets. They weren't here to rescue anyone. Whatever those clowns are, they're here to make sure no one gets out of here to tell what's going on."

  "Why? You think they're from the government?"

  "I have no idea. I don't care either." They ran in between some houses. Nolan looked around to see if it was clear to cross a street. There was no one in sight. They made it across and cut through another alley. They came out near an empty Wal-Mart. It looked like it had been shut down for a while. There were several shipping containers lined up through the parking lot.

  "This way," he said. They ran into the parking lot and up to one of the containers. Nolan pulled the door open as they stepped inside. He pulled it shut and latched the door from the inside. The container was dark and smelly, but other than that empty.

  "You think we're safe in here?" Debra asked.

  "I think so. I doubt they'll check these. They might, but there's dozens of them. Unless someone saw us head this way, I think we're safe."

  From his pocket, he felt his phone vibrating. He'd forgotten he still had the phone. It was Pierce. He hit answer and pressed the phone to his ear.

  "Nolan baby! How's the convention! Found any hot horror groupies? They give your knob a good polishing?" Pierce said.

  Nolan wanted to throw the phone, and Pierce across the container and into the wall. Instead, he just said,

  "Pierce, you're fired."

  "What?"

  Nolan hung up and took the battery out of his phone and tossed them aside.

  "Who was that?" Debra asked.

  "Just some cunt," Nolan said as he leaned against the wall and sat down. For the next several hours, he listened for whatever he could hear, but it had been silent. There were a few explosions from off in the distance. He just hoped they'd all forget about him and leave. One thing was for sure if he ever made it out of there alive, he was never coming back to Odessa.

  Chapter 26

  "Well my love," Mad Maxwell said. "It looks like our dream of a clown utopia has been quashed."

  "Just for now. We got Beastly Baby. I say we blow this place and find somewhere else to build our nest." Kate said.

  "Good idea
. What do you think Beastly?"

  "Mama," was all Beastly would say.

  "Well good!"

  Just down the street, another squad of mercenaries came marching up carrying flamethrowers. Without being prompted, Beastly ran toward them. He moved incredibly fast for his size. When they fired their flamethrowers at him, he leaped over the flame and came down on top of them. They were knocked to the ground. One man turned and fired at him, but he dove out of the way. The flame consumed one of his own. Beastly grabbed the flamethrower from the man's hand and ripped the backpack from him. He raised the tanks into the air and smashed them over the man's head.

  They went up in a massive explosion. Watching it all, Kate was convinced Beastly had died, but he didn't seem phased. The mercenary he was holding onto a now a charred piece of meat. Beastly tossed him aside and proceeded to rip the rest of the mercenaries to pieces, all while laughing hysterically. Once he had finished, he took off running down the street.

  "Where's he going?" Kate asked.

  "He needs to have his fun," Maxwell explained. "He's a big boy you know."

  Kate walked over to a red convertible Mustang that was parked on the corner. The engine was still running with a dead woman slumped behind the wheel. She tossed the woman aside and hopped into the car.

  "Hey Maxie, let's blow this town! I bet we can find some place more fun to play."

  "Good idea. Let those Jericho goons meet Beastly Baby. If they're smart, they'll fly back home."

  Kate threw the car into gear and peeled out, doing a U-turn and headed out of downtown, or what was left of it and past the city limits. Most of the buildings were now nothing but burned out shells of their former selves. Dead bodies lined the road and sidewalks as well as charred remains of clowns and Odessa residents. The Jericho troops had spared no one. Be it, clowns or people, they made sure no one would live to tell of the clowns and the Permian Basin Horror Fest, but they failed.

  Chapter 27

  The following day, Nolan finally cracked open the door to the shipping container. As he and Debra stepped outside, he looked around seeing the entire town looked like a war zone. There were very few if any buildings or houses left. There was smoke and fire coming from every direction.

  "Jesus Christ," Debra said. "Is everyone dead?"

  "It looks like it."

  She hung her head, looking down at her body. There was a box truck parked nearby in the parking lot. Nolan walked over and looked inside, finding an old sweatshirt inside. He tossed it to Debra who pulled it on. She seemed somewhat happy to finally have some clothes on. Nolan didn't ask, but he figured she had lost friends and family in this mess.

  "Hey," he said as he climbed into the truck. She looked up at him. "You want to get out of here?" he asked.

  "And go where?"

  "Anywhere."

  The End

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  Tim began writing at a very young age. Even in grade school he'd sit around with his notebook, writing stories for himself and his friends.

  As an adult, Tim's writings have evolved into darker realms. He released his first horror novel, "The Hand of God" in 2011. Since then his books have become progressively more violent and gory. With the release of "Family Night" in 2013, Tim had moved into the world of extreme horror where he continues to push the boundaries of human suffering.

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