Thread:Rocketlauncher22/@comment-29711200-20160922031821/@comment-30105631-20161119030619

The little boy stood over his dead mother and cried and cried. He knew what had happened - a jester had taken his revenge from the grave.

His father had recently died, his throat slit by the Serial Killer, and the Jester who had continuously claimed that the boy's father was in actual fact the Serial Killer had gone insane. He'd hurt people, yelled and kicked and screamed, and he'd been lynched.

And he'd killed the wife of the man who he thought had been the Serial Killer.

The boy's knees gave out as he stood over his mother, still lying dead in the kitchen, her own knife plunged into her own heart by her own hand. And he knew then with a cold certainty that the path was a circle, and that he would change it.

10 years later, the boy was a man, an investigator working with the police force. He knew that the killings were still at large, and he was determined to stop them.

That night, on the 10th anniversary of his mother's death, he investigated a man who appeared as the Doctor/Serial Killer/Disguiser, and at that point he knew the truth. He knew he had found the Serial Killer, and that he would need to convince the town about it.

And so the orphan, the man who was once a little boy, proclaimed his findings out for the world to see, intent on revealing the true SK. The townsfolk talked in hushed tones, unsure of whether or not to believe him, and this made him madder and madder.

"It's him!" He yelled. "I know it is!"

"I'm the doctor," replied the Serial Killer, who gave him a baleful look. "I am and always have been, and I ain't never killed a person in my life."

"BUT YOU ARE!" Roared the Investigator, and then night fell and he was forced to go home and wait for the town to catch up, to somehow be smarter, to somehow get it.

''Because he was the Serial Killer! He had found his father's killer, and he would get revenge!''

He remembered back when he was a little boy, back when he had known the path was a circle. And this here was him changing it.

The next day the man who had claimed to be the Doctor was dead - his throat slit, the mark of a Serial Killer. Upon examination it was revealed that he was, indeed, the doctor. The Investigator couldn't understand - how could it be possible? He knew he was the Serial Killer, he knew it, he knew it!

"He must be the Serial Killer!" Yelled a member of the town, pointing accusingly at the Investigator. "He said that this man was the Serial Killer and deserved to die, and now he's dead and he isn't the Serial Killer!"

The townsfolk roared in agreement, and though the Investigator tried to deny it, his mind was too far gone to make a strong argument, and he was lynched. The path was a circle, and he hadn't changed it.

One of the people who voted guilty was the wife of the man who had died, who had been forced to reveal. Beside her was her little boy, who was now fatherless.

As the Investigator began his descension into hell, where he had been destined to go right from  when his mother had died by her own hand, by the Jester's hand.

A man in a red suit approached him, horns decorating his head. The Devil.

"I'll make you a deal." He said, his teeth gleaming. "Sell your soul to me, and I will let you take revenge on one of the people who voted you guilty. I will let you kill them."

The Investigator was about to say yes, he was ready to kill the wife of that man who he was so sure had been the Serial Killer, the man who he was absolutely certain had been a murderer, and that's when he realised.

His mother and father had died, making him the man he was now. Before him the Jester's mother and father had died, making him the way he had been then, and before him the same process happened.

He realised the truth, how everything had happened the same, cause and effect, how history had repeated itself over and over again. The path was a circle.

"No." The investigator said, and he changed it.

And as he descended to hell, he allowed a small smile, a small bit of happiness into his heart which had so long been filled with hate.

The wife and her son were in the kitchen. The wife was chopping meat with a large knife. So many times before, the same scenario had happened, and every time the wife had suddenly plunged the knife into her heart, and the boy had become the future Jester.

The wife finished chopping the meat, put the knife in the wash, and began cooking the meat on the stove. That night she and her son buried her husband in the backyard, and neither of them died.

The path was a circle, and after all these years, someone had changed it.

End of Jester story.