It took a lot of control for Marek to travel toward Jester Lord. It was as if he had to relearn how to walk, but he found out that he could walk slowly with his legs going into a spasm of silly dancing. Chuffed over this discovery he walked slowly toward the devil clown, but he merely grinned confidently and made a suggestion.
"Is it not a bit uncomfortable in that tiny box?"
Marek walked on unperturbed, only to be struck on the nose as if he'd walked into a wall. As if to express his pain he covered his nose with his hands and staggered back slightly as if dazed. He shook his head unaware that his actions produced absolutely no sound and turn to the source of the strike. He could feel...an invisible wall? He felt his way sideways only for the wall to turn toward him and he turned with it the wall turned another right angle and then another. He felt all around him and couldn't find an opening, not even when he felt the area above him. He'd been boxed by his own imagination. Marek was panicked, as was evident by his frantic hand gestures.
With the former Red Lightning occupied or rather occupying, Jester Lord rummaged in his pocket and fished out the metallic black vial and recalled Johnny's parting words. The pink fluid running through his little puppet's body was continuing to change the boy to his whims. He approached his first prize capture.
"Kid Clown!"
The boy clown's head jerked to face his maestro. Justin's will was on it's last legs but gazed at the voice with anger even though he could make no expression.
Jester Lord raised his umbrella and pointed the end at his puppet's plastic teeth. A fine mist coated the mostly grin and Justin noted that the plastic cover was loosening. He then reached into the mouth and pulled out the wide grin shaped plastic gag. The corners of Kid Clown's stretchy lips returned to their original position, but the lips remained in a gentle smile.
He installed the metallic black vial into the gun and allowed Justin control of his voice again.
Justin could speak again, "You'll pay for what you made me do! You evil conniving clown!" He cried in a prepubescent voice, "I'll find a way out of this, just you wait!" He paused in realisation that he sounded and spoke more like a 13 year old. He was beginning to even think like one. He stopped talking to save his embarrassment.
"You're will is strong even when I extracted most of it!" explained the older clown, "Even now you're still resisting!"
he looked at the erratic spin of the propeller on his cap.
"But this vial will change all that!"
Pointing the gun at the teen clown's mouth, who clenched his teeth in response.
"That will not work, ave you not learned that I have control of your body? Now take the barrel with your mouth!" he demanded.
Justin's face struggled and was briefly hesitant as he fought to keep control of his mouth, but the cap's power of control was too strong and his mouth lunged at the gun, greedily taking it in and pressing tightly around the sides to form a perfect seal. There was some muffled protests as his larynx was still under his control but to no avail.
Jester Lord pulled the trigger...