Hello fans! I warn you that this is a continuation of my last book 'Cruel Sweet Love'. Read that if you like Joker romance stories. Please enjoy~ Oh and I do not own HNKNA in any way shape or form. Just my character and the story plot. Well, enjoy!
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"Jackie...," White tenderly muttered, taking my tiny hand in his long fingers. I stayed rooted where I was unable to be coaxed by his sweet words. Rather than dainty butterflies stinging hornets raged inside my stomach. I've never done something like this before. What if I do something wrong? What if I accidentally hurt them while in the heat of it?
"White, I'm really not sure about this." I bit my lip, trying to pull my hand from his and run. I agreed to this beforehand but now that I'm really faced with it...
"Come now, Jackie. If you are going to be living with us then you must be willing to do as we say." He seductively whispered, pulling me closer.
"But I-," His finger hushed my lips as a blush spread over my face.
"Relax and just follow your instincts." He finalized, throwing back the tent's flap. An entire mob of people ran crazily in every direction each with a single destination of where to go. At first glance it looked like a mad rush of people but, on closer inspection, well organized pattern can be discerned through the chaotic scene. As I was expecting the sun raged with its steaming glare, prepared to melt me on the spot. Out of all the seasons its summer that I despise the most. It's hot, sticky and bugs are flying everywhere, plastering themselves on people who were unfortunate enough to work up a sweat in this mad heat. I glared defiantly at the sun. I just hope I don't throw a tantrum after the heat melts my brain; heat does tend to put me in a sour mood.
"I don't remember it being this busy before." I dryly noted, trying to quell my fears. Another thing I hate; crowds. Being tossed around in a group of restless, sweaty people forced into a single route...I can't think of anything I hate more.
"Yes well we are hosting a few new events tonight which is sure to really get the crowd into an uproar. We need all the help we can get."
"Why couldn't I just stay in the prison?" I longed to be back in the nice quiet, coolness of the jail compared to the hellish heat out here.
"Come now, don't be like that! Give it a chance," He turned back around, pecking me on the cheek. I cringed uncomfortably from the sudden show of affection.
"I-I told you not to do that." I whined as my face suffered the brunt force of a blush. Ever since I hit Black with his whip they've been acting strange. Me, too. Every time I even think of the Jokers a numbing sort of feeling runs through me. It wasn't painful; no, not at all, in fact it's actually quite pleasant. My eyes narrowed. I don't like it one bit. His sweet smile grew a little more sly.
"I couldn't help myself. You look adorable in that clown's costume!" He cheerfully commented. The red costume was tight on my torso but fanned out as it neared the ends of my four limbs with slits cut into them for a breezier feel. A diamond was cut out at my stomach and at my hips, showing the skin beneath. Around the low swinging swoop of the jumpsuit attire was a while array of triangles with bells at the end of them which rang every time I walked. The makeup consisted of only a fancy seven looking design which ran beneath my eye and over my cheek down to my jaw. My blush only deepened as I pushed him aside.
"Let's just get this over with." I grumbled, snatching a few dozen balloons from his hand.
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The day for the most part went off without a hitch. Only a few crying kids really. But one clown in particular, though, was pestering me about my relationship with Joker. Everywhere I went, every turn I made he was there ready to pounce on me with the annoying questions. I'm on the verge of gorging his eyes out soon so I can get away from him.
"So so, little girl, what's your relationship with the infamous Joker?" I spun around, holding back a growl from the faceless clown. That's the most straightforward one I've heard all day. Normally he would beat around the bush but he eventually realized that I'm a bit dense when it came to stuff like that.
"There is no relationship!" I hissed as the day's frustration began to bubble over. The crowds, the heat, the noise...my head spun from the suffocating demands of the circus. Have a smile on your face at all times, be kind, do this do that-
"Agh!" I shouted, leaving the annoying questioner alone.
"Oh, miss-!" The clown shouted. I spun around, lividly glaring at the man.
"No! I am done with this!" I venomously spat, shoving the balloons into his hands. He nearly fell back with fright, clutching the balloons as thought his life depended on it.
"Here! Take it!" I angrily strode off towards the main tent prepared to utterly rip White apart. Sweat profusely dripped off my face, being sucked in by the absorbent clothe. I'm pissed!
"P-please don't tell Joker, I beg of you!" The faceless clasped my hand, spinning me around.
"What are you talking about?" I demanded a little too harshly.
"Please miss, I'll do anything you'd like. Please don't tell Joker about me pestering you! I and many of the other performers are dying to know what is going on between you. I didn't mean to pry-!" My anger slowly faded as listened to his pleas. That's right; White's views on life are just as dull as everyone else in wonderland. There's no telling what he might do to the poor man. I irritably sighed.
"I wasn't going to tell White anything about you. I was actually going to rip that idiot a new one. I'm sorry I snapped at you; I'm just hot, frustrated and tired." I held my aching head as if to emphasize my discomfort. His face lit up.
"Ah! Then please, allow me to offer you an iced beverage." Out of nowhere it seemed he pulled out a tall clear glass of a blue-ish clear liquid that sloshed beautifully with ice. The condensation dropped off the sides of it, testifying of its coolness. I smiled, grateful for the offer.
"Thank you very much." I said, taking the drink from him. His smile only grew as I tipped the glass, emptying its contents in one cold swig. My throat constrained from the immediate exposure to the cold but I didn't care; it was nice and cold. I gagged at the awful taste, struggling to hold the rest of it down. What kind of flavor was that?
"H-hey, what kind of drink it this-?" I looked around for the clown but he was gone. I shrugged my shoulders. Oh well. He was probably called off to work elsewhere.
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My head sweltered as I struggled to keep my balance. White convinced me after I went stomping into his tent to lead with him during the show. How in the world he was able to do that I have no idea. All I remember is saying yes...I took a deep breath, only to have what felt like bees viciously tear at my lungs.
Everything ached. My joints, muscles, bones, everything. But the worst of it all were the skewering needles in my stomach which pressed against me every time I twisted or even moved. As part of the performance White took me by the hand twirling me in a small circle. I huffed between clenched teeth, unable to keep up with his faster pace. Normally it wouldn't really be a problem. White stopped short pulling me closer. I tottered slightly to the right as the tent began to spin, tightening my grip on White's hand as I leaned on him for support. I-I can't take it anymore.
"Jackie?" White asked, concerned as he looked over my sweaty face.
"White I-I don't feel so good...," I trailed off with a hushed whimper, patting my head onto his shoulder. A sudden pang of agony tore through my stomach, nearly ripping me in half. I hacked up a terrible cough falling to the ground if White hadn't held me up. His eyes narrowed, searching my face. He tilted my head up scrutinizing my terrible condition.
"Neither do you look too good sweetheart." he mumbled, dropping down and swept me off my feet. The lights, colors and noise all faded away as the space warped into the cool dark prison. I sighed as the cool air blew icy kisses over my skin. Was it always this cold in here? Feel's nice...
"Ah, the performance...," I muttered, struggling slighlty in his grasp.
"Can continue without me for now. They know what to do." White said with a slightly biting voice. I hummed resting my head on White's shoulder. I could feel my eye lids growing steadily heavier, threatening to close for a good while. His gentle ticking clock added a smooth and steady rhythm to my chaotic pains. That sound...I don't know why everyone hates it so much. I like it; it's stable and constant, always there without a pause. Soft sheets lapped my back as he gently settled me into the bed, pulling the sheets and covers over me. I closed my eyes, snuggling into the warmth of them. I want to go back home to the amusement park but...I deeply inhaled. This smells nice...kind of reminds me of the Jokers, actually.
"My sincerest apologies, Jackie. If I had just noticed the condition you were in I would have conducted the show by myself." White apologized, holding my hand as I laid in the bed. I sighed as the pounding in my brain continued getting stronger by the minute.
"I-it's fine." I mumbled before a sharp pain in my stomach made me curl painfully inward. The screams I could hold back but the agonized whimpers could be heard even through my closed lips.
"Tell me, where does it hurt?" He pleaded, touching my shoulder.
"S-stomach," I whimpered, clutching the disastrous organ. Just what the hell is wrong with it?
"I'll fetch a doctor." White said, turning to leave. My hand tightened over his, pulling him back. He stared questionably at me as I shook my head.
"No, it's fine. This just feels like the flu or something. I'll get over it soon enough." I begged. There's no need for a doctor. This is something that will just pass without much of a problem. White's face morphed into an outrage pit of fury before smoothing out.
"Yes, you were always one tolerant of pain, weren't you?" White said with a strange sense of distaste, "But please remember that you are now with us. Be a little more spoiled. You're sick, after all." White smiled sweetly, placing his lips to my forehead. I lightly breathed, unable to pull away from the gentle touch; it felt...nice. "Ah, you have a fever too."
"Well someone looks like absolute s***." Black commented, moseying his way into the room. I glanced over, watching him saunter to the side of the bed. He held out a small cup filled with a sloshing liquid. I took it from his hands drinking it without question. Black wouldn't have put anything in it. If he wanted to poison me he would personally force it down my throat. His face twisted into a smirk as I polished off the thick sap like drink.
"I bet you wished you had stayed your sorry a** here, don't you?" A sarcastic chuckle popped from my lips. His blunt way of speaking can be funny sometimes.
"Yeah. But at least I had some fun." I forced a smile to my lips, sparing some of White's feelings.
"Are you still in pain?" White asked, brushing his hand by my bangs. I smiled, abashed at his concern. It's almost...cute that they care for me. Whether they really care or not I'm still not sure but it's nice to have someone care.
"It's alright, really. I'll get better soon enough. No big deal." I said, fighting back the urge to scream as a sudden round of needles hit me before vanishing just as fast.
"Such a troublesome toy...," They muttered. My head limply turned their way, spying their disgruntled glares. They're mad now? No...more like he's mad now.
"W-what?" I asked. Whenever they talk like that I end up going through hell.
"I don't like selfish women, Jackie." White lithely danced to the other side of the small bed keeping his predatory eyes locked on my face. Like a fledgling caught in a snake's glare I could not help but look into his ravishing eyes.
"S-selfish? In what way?" I hoarsely demanded. I flinched as another round of barbed wires rattled under my skin, tearing apart my innards with ease. I coughed hardily, tasting something metallic in my mouth. My eyes widened slightly. Was that...blood?
"I hate it...," They murmured. Both simultaneously leaned over the side drawing their hands lightly over my exposed hip through the diamond cut out. Trailing their hands was an immense sense of heat which burned like a furnace. I flinched away from the irritating heat, hand shooting to my head. It felt like a chisel was being pounded away at within the contours of my brain-!
"A-agh-!" A short scream flung past my guard as the pounding became intolerable. Both Jokers jumped, keeping their hands where they were.
"Jackie," Black hissed.
"What's wrong?" White crooned.
"I-It hurts! G-get out of my room-!" I spat, swatting their hands away. I don't want them to see me like this; it's such an embarrassment!
"But-," White started before I pushed him away. He hesitated before complying, leaving my bedside. I scowled at the Warden who remained seated where he was.
"Like hell I will. This is my prison." Black argued. I bit my inner cheek. Why can't he just leave-?!
"Let it go, Black. Let's let the young be lady for now." White urged, tugging on his sleeve. Black's tongue clicked, aggravated as he stormed out. White sighed at his counterparts behavior.
"We will see you in the morning, dear. If anything happens, please, do call out for us." White compromised before slipping out the door. The second he was gone I fell onto the bed, writhing with the torment which possessed my body. It felt as though a war was being fought; my body verses whatever had been put inside of it. What in the world is happening to me? The edges of my vision began to fade. What is this-? The world spun uncontrollably as more of the salty metallic taste entered my blood. Am I...dying? Light abandoned my world heaving me into a dark abyss.
BLACK'S POV
"What a b****!" I bellowed, punching the faceless trash across the face. He huffed painfully and flew back smacking into the wall. He staggered to his feet, shaking.
Crack. My eyes followed the path of his body as he crumpled to the floor, dead with a broken neck. I glared at White who was wrapping up his whip as though he had nothing to do with the man's death.
"The f****** hell was that for you b******?!" I hissed, turning on my counterpart. We needed information, not a dead corpse in my cell.
"My apologies, but I am so f***ing pissed I'm afraid that anyone who interferes with my rage will bear the full brunt of it." White clarified with a deadly smiling sneer. I clenched my fists, unable to fully express my rage.
"I want to beat her. I want to make her scream my name to make it stop. I want to tie her up, screw with her as much as I want and then lock her up in the deepest, darkest cell I got." The harsh words seemed to have no bounds as I imagined her strapped to a pole, rasping and begging me to free her. The thought sent ecstatic shivers up my spine I want to see her on the floor, begging for me.
"That is so tempting I just might do that." White agreed before sighing, relaxing his shoulders. His false smile disgusted me as he looked up.
"But, alas, we cannot no matter how fun it may be. But you do have a point." White continued. "She doesn't really seem to know how to ask for help, now does she?"
"F***!" I screamed, bringing my foot down hard onto the pathetic faceless.
"Why? Why the hell does she f***ing try to hide it when it's so f***ing obvious that she's about to kneel over and-," I forced myself to end the sentence there. The word caught in my throat, refusing to be dislodged. The very thought tied my stomach into painful knots.
"Die?" White finished, looking over the blood which was splattered on his hands from the last three prisoners we dealt with. Death...something so common and insignificant here but is such a big deal back in the foreigners world. What happened? Alice was so concerned about life and death, no matter who it is. Jackie is too.
Except when it comes to herself.
She'll throw herself in front of some f****** faceless to safe the meaningless life but when it comes to her own she merely rolls over and takes it like a b****. She's a foreigner who can't be replaced. Why does she treat her life so lightly? Does the b**** actually want to die? A hiss ripped out of my throat. Does she think that in death she can escape from us?
What a selfish woman.
"It's like an impassable wall. She feels the need to exclude us from her troubles and look only to herself for help." White analyzed. I raised my eyebrow. So he's somewhat sane now? That's good at least. Now I have someone to stop me from slaughtering every last pig in this prison.
"That sounds like a f***ing challenge to me." I grinned as maniacal laughter tore through my chest. If that's what it is then I'll tear her to shreds. After words we can pick up the pieces, sealing her trust to us and only us. After all, Joker always gets what he wants.
"Yes indeed." White smiled, glancing across the hall into the next cell.
"However...it seems that my rage has not been quelled quite yet." White said, exiting the cell and began to unlock the next. A grim smile crossed my lips.
"True." I answered myself, joining him in the pleasantries of making the pig howl for his life.
UNKNOWN'S POV
"Did you get it?" My master asked. My chest heaved as I struggled to recollect myself. Running from the Joker's is hard.
But not impossible.
I was able to slip in and out without a problem. They suspect nothing. I even walked right by that smug Joker. I grinned. They'll regret ever messing with us. They've caught so many of our men it's laughable. And then they go and hand those clocks to that accursed Julius...I bit back a snarl; I'll personally see to it that they are punished.
"Yes. She took the drink and walked away." I rasped in between a sick mixture of gasps and chuckles.
"She walked away?" I looked up to his faceless face; he sounds dumbfounded
"Yeah."
"Didn't she drink the whole thing?" He pressed, becoming more and more irritated.
"Yeah, she did. Every last drop." I reached into my pocket, pulling out the vial which contained her poison. I handed it to him letting him observe the bottle. She should be dead by now. Now, after having their toy taken away, they'll go mad. Maybe not now but they will. And, when they are at their lowest point, we'll be ready to kill Joker off. Serves you right, Joker. Now, perhaps, one of our men can become Joker. And, if not, then we'll just keep killing them off...
"You bloody fool!" He shrieked, chucking the case at the ground.
"W-what?" I asked. I did exactly as he said-
"Do you have any idea what this is?! We need her dead, not-not this!" He hissed.
"Find her...! Find that foreigner and pump so much led into her she won't even be recognizable-!" He screamed, pulling out his gun. My eyes widened as I faced the barrel of the gun.
"Sorry but we need a scapegoat for now."
BANG.
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