OK. This is my first story I'm posting on the web. So I'm not really sure that I'm posting this the rite way or anything so please bare with me. I'm not only going to be writing in the section at all. I'm interested in a lot of different movies and books so I might be writing in any one of them. This is just a short story I decided to use as a starter story. To figure my way around. I really love constructive criticisms so please review. I do not own the Joker or Batman, The Dark Knight or anything. I'm not making any profit off of this story and never will. Please don't sue me.

I peered around the corner into the dark hall beyond. No one their. I scurry around the corner and to the other side of the hall. If I could just make it to my office I could quietly lock the door and get my gun. Ive had the gun ever since the big mob heist two years back. Right now its in the top drawer of my desk. In that drawer with all the jumbled paperclips and pens was my hope.

I shudder as a man shouts "No!" A gun goes off and the the sickening sound of a body falling and hitting the floor floods my ears. I don't want to think about that happening to me.

I tiptoe quietly to the end of the hall. I take a deep breadth and shut my eyes, preparing myself to risk detection for a look around the corner. I ler out the breadth as quietly as I can. Then I peer around the corner , holding my straight brown hair so it will not give away my glance. I see no one. I make my way quietly down the hall to my small office. As I open the door to enter I hear foot steps coming towards me. I freeze in fear hoping by some strange, unrealistic hope that who ever is their will not see me.

"Uh, what do we have, uh, here?"

My mind begins to work again and I dash into the room trying to get to my gun, but hes faster.
I'm slammed against the desk int eh middle of the office. I pray to God that if I make it out off this alive I will begin going to church again. I'm turned around to see a clown mask with greasy green hair on the head behind it.

"Did you, uh, really think you'd escape?"

The man was pressing a knife against my thought. But I'm not going out with out a fight. I stomp on his foot as hard as I can and try to struggle free. It doesn't work. I only manage to get myself cut on the knife. Its not a serous cut but I could still feel the small stream of blood begin it journey down my neck.

"That wasn't, uh, very nice."

Before I know whats happening, I find myself being bound to my desk chair. My hands are tapped together with duct tape along with my feet. Once hes done, he sits on my desk and looks around quickly. I unconsciously stare at the desk drawer thinking or a plan to get my gun. He notices my stare.

"What do you, uh, have in there that you want so bad?" He opens the drawer and finds my gun.

"Well what do we have here? A gun? You know, you should know better. Little girls like you shouldn't play with guns. You could get hurt."

The gun goes off and I feel a sharp pain in my right foot. I force down my cry as to not give the demon the satisfaction of seeing my anguish so clearly. But my eyes betray me as tears of pain and anger well up. He giggles as he slips my gun, my beacon of hope through out this terror, into an inside pocket of his coat. From a different pocket he gets a small grenade. He tosses it up from his left hand and catches it with his right. Then he forces my mouth open and sticks it in.

"You might want to keep you mouth closed."

He laughs madly as he pulls out the pin. In my hand he places some kind of card.

"Give that to the police, will ya?"

He exits the room giggling madly as he leaves. I can now only hope that the police arrive soon.

So yeah thats it. Please Review and tell me how it is. I really hope you liked it.