Cry Clown, Cry [Part Two of Five]

I slept in the sewers last evening where I found the first magical creature since my arrival to London. He was a Treant, or an Ent as they are referred to in other regions. His name was Willow-Saki. He was an old, very wise, Treant. Although he held an almost boundless amount of wisdom, he was a smart ass.
But he did give me an item that I hope will come in handy during my adventures. He gave me a rod, but as I grasped it, it transformed [as if by magic] into an umbrella.
Willow-Saki told me to use this as a weapon. He said that it would push back anyone, and he put a lot of inflection on the word anyone.
He told me to leave, told me to go out and fight for the clowns, to fight for all the magical creatures. So I left.
I crawled out of the sewer and continued to look for any sort of help. Any kind of rebel group with the same intentions as mine.
It was difficult, wandering around during the day, to disguise myself. I would often get looks from soldiers, but I knew that they would never do anything in broad daylight. However, I knew they would try to take me out if the opportunity presented itself. Which it did.
I turned around a corner in a slum area of the city and ended up in an aborted alley way. Three soldiers followed me, I heard them speaking, I detest human dialect. Their tongues are so primitive and disgusting. They start to chuckle behind me, as if they get their kicks from killing my kind. This atrocity plunges me into an abyss of hatred and anger. I can feel the sorrow of every dead clown pulling me into darkness.
I start to cry.
I hunch over and weep. The tears fall onto the soot covered bricks and I can see my purpose clearly. I will make humans fear clowns, forever. They will tell stories of how the clowns would eat their brains and torment their children, they'll cry up to their voiceless gods and beg for restful sleep, and I will laugh.
I will laugh more than any clown who has ever lived.
One of the soldiers touches my back, he grabs my shoulder and spins me around. I open my umbrella and a gust of wind shoots him backward into one of the walls of the alley way. When he hits the bricks his bones shoot through his flesh and he screams. The other two draw their pistols. I open my umbrella again and it sends them flying out of the alley way. I run over to one of them and slam the pointed top of my umbrella into his belly and run it up through his chest and tear it out of his throat. I kneel down and grasp his head. I open my mouth wide, like a snake preparing to eat an egg. My tentacles reveal themselves. I clamp down onto his skull and my powerful jaw cracks it open. My tentacles dig into the brain, scooping all of it out. I even take his eyes with me.
The remaining soldier looks at me, horrified. My face dripping his comrade's blood onto the soot covered bricks. His mouth drops as he watches my tentacles retreat back into my mouth. He panics and starts crawling backwards. I walk calmly over to him and grab him.
"Tell your superiors I will eat ever last one of them." I tell him and throw him to the ground. He runs off, hysterically.

-Sir Jestro