Hunting a murderer

A weirdly dressed man, clad in black leather and armed with all sorts of pointy weapons, was seen walking up to a circus tent. The man wore pants and a long sleeved shirt underneath a sleeveless robe, combat boots, gloves and a belt as well as several bands around his legs and arms. A variety of knifes were sheathed in sheaths attached to the band. His long hair was braided and his greeen eyes were sparkling with unholy glee. He let out an evil cackle as he reached his target, the cotton candy stand near the entrance of the circus tent. He ordered a large amount of the sugary sweet stuff, paid the weirded out man, and happily headed inside the tent.

The people already seated on the stands turned their heads to stare at the brightly smiling weirdo, who was gleefully devouring pieces of cotton candy and heading straight to a crying clown. The clown in question was gesturing wildly and spewing a variety of curses in, what sounded like, a mixture of russian and bastardized english. The circus director let out another sigh and once more tried to calm down the raging clown. Only to scream in horror and flinch back when a knife burried its way into the clowns throat.

It took several seconds for people to process what happend and then the screaming started. Men, women and children stumbled and scrambled their way down the stands, fleeing the tent in a mass of chaos. The cotton candy eating man paid little attention to the chaos and instead grinned at the circus director. "On orders of your goverment, I am here to inform you that you have been sentenced to death for human trafficking. How would you like to die?"

The director stumbled backwards, turned and tried to run only to up flat on his face when the overly cheerful man kicked him in the back. Before the panicking human trafficker could get up, a red ribbon wrapped around his neck. The grinning psycho manhandled his target around and happily wrapped the ends of the ribbon in his left hand before he began stuffing cotton candy in the gurgling directors mouth and nose, with his right hand.

Half an hour later the, still very happy man, left the tent. He was whistling a merry tune, stopping at the cotton candy stand to get more cotton candy before he left and dissapeared into the crowd. Several minutes later the police swarmed the ground, by then the cheerful green eyed psycho was long gone.

Next day the newspapers all shared the same cover, Circus Director Killed by the Cotton Candy Strangler.