King of the Rogues

My eyes flung open and I began panting as I looked around the mysterious dark room, beads of sweat formed on my forehead.

My senses were sharp as I kept staring into the dark trying to figure out where the crashing sounds came from.

I kept asking myself where it was coming from. 

My eyes went to the king size bed at the other end of the room, my sight was blurry and I was only able to see through the Rays of light shining through the only  window in the room. 

I felt tense when I noticed that the bed was empty. I crunched the blanket tightly to my body.

Empty? It wasn't supposed to be empty, where's the occupant? My mind screamed.

I began panicking, I ran my hand through my blonde hair that was already scattered. I couldn't think of anything. One thing came to my mind.

Fvck.  

I immediately got up, my instincts kicking in and adrenaline rushed through my vein. I moved rapidly to the door on the other side of the room consisting of the king size bed, a large mirror and huge wardrobe. It also had an old drawer.

I took rapid breaths as I stayed glued to the wall, I opened the door gently and light poured into the room. I thought I heard a movement just outside the door, causing my heart to be twice as fast as before.

My heartbeat increased rapidly as I heard more movement. This shouldn't be happening, please. It can't be THEM!

Them as in the Clown with his two coloured face and pink nose.

I opened the door wider, squinting as the light got me blinded for some seconds having been in the dark room for a while. 

Taking careful steps, I slipped out of the room onto the closest wall that was blocking the light coming in. I rested my back on the wall while trying to figure out a plan.

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Okay, Yes..yes..oh no… okay. O shit! Perverted unorganized thoughts filled my head. Screw that mind.

Gathering up my confidence that was collapsing by second, I stood rooted at a spot, my back still glued to the wall as I saw the light was coming from the living room.

What could someone powerful and fearless do in this case? 

Go for the danger! He coached me in my head. 

I shook my head as the strange cliches of movement in many movies filled my head. My thoughts were interrupted with some hushed voices, it could be anyone.

The clown may be planning my death, ready to send his death workers after me.

Before I could think twice, my curiosity got the best of me and I flung myself to the other side of the wall and attacked the intruder, my body smashing them to the ground.

Good! Now you must get answers, question them, what do they want from you.

I actually forgot questioning the intruder and acted first because I was trying to not get killed.

My hands were wrapped around the person's throat while they make muffled noises, which I completely ignored even when they started making choking noises.

I didn't feel bothered or care to listen to their muffling after all they were trying to kill me.