(( A/N: written in first person to make it feel as if the reader is the narrator or..something lol Two great and deadly minds converge in this little story. First bit is character intro, then you meet the others and whatnot so don't get bored and run away from the first few paragraphs lol.Eventually you will prolly think im a psychopath...which wouldn't surprise me atal XD
DISCLAIMER -- as the word implies, i dis..claim..both of these guys..and since im not sure who's gonna show up later, if you recognize it then i dont own it. I dont even own this room im sitting in..but i DO own this lovely box of m&ms im eating as i write this. D I'll give ya one if you review! :D))
The Mind of a Killer
I stand here in this dark empty room of nothing more than 5 bare walls of concrete and a bunch of moldy rafters, pipes and wires. The only light in the room is hanging above me, a tiny light dangling on a worn wire, flickering slightly and casting a dim spotlight around me. As I stand here meditating, eyes closed as I listen to the dripping of water droplets hitting the stone floor, I also listen to two sets of heeled shoes clicking as they encircle me like two sharks around a stranded boat. For the last few weeks I have been training. Training for what you ask? I'll tell you.
I have always had a secret ambition in my life, a never ending urge if you will, to show the world just what kind of people live in it. My hatred for the human race began long ago, once I came to realize just how pathetic mankind really is, how cruel it is. Yes I am fully aware of my species, but that does not mean I have to like them. Adding together my hatred of humans with my love of the arts and my..somewhat..sadistic nature, it soon became apparent what I was destined to do in my life.
Starting at an early age I began spending the grand majority of my free time painting, playing a variety of instruments, and of course catching, torturing, killing and eating any animal that dared stray too close. It didn't take long for me to find a new art form, and see the beauty of masterpieces made with all the contents of the animal bodies that would, to my parents belief, mysteriously end up mangled in our backyard. As I grew older my techniques improved, as did my mediums. In my teens I turned to humans as my primary targets, and oh what targets they were. Bags of selfish, self absorbed blood and flesh just waiting to be torn apart and examined. My own curiosity also led me to the discovery that human flesh is really quite the delicacy.
I have always managed to be very evasive of the police, often outwitting them and leaving them in confusion. I wasn't what I would consider 'super-villain' material, but my efforts had not gone unnoticed. A few weeks ago I was contact, to my great surprise and delight, by two men. They had appeared at my house, waiting for me to arrive from work at the local taco bell. Although I was shocked and slightly intimidated by the intruders, I was also humbled as I had heard tales of the two and looked up to them both greatly as idols.
One of the men was tall with a strong build. His short hair was combed back elegantly and he carried an air of sophistication about him. He had turned on one of my records of classical music and was listening in solitude when I had arrived, browsing through my bookshelves at my collection of classic literature's. He was wearing a suit, which didn't surprise me. When I arrived, rather open mouthed though I quickly pulled myself together, he took my hand with a bow and kissed it in an act of chivalry that befit him. "Good evening" he had said. "My name is Dr. Hannibal Lecter." Of course I knew who he was, his story was all over the newspapers. He had just escaped custody not long ago, and it amused me how, even so, he was dressed to the nines.
The other man with him stepped out of the shadows. He had been pacing impatiently and eating one of the grapes off the dining room table. His movements were much more jumpy and swifter than the relaxed Dr. Lecter's, and he gave off the air of a controlled psychotic. His hair was longer, curled slightly, messy and looked to be brown with a touch of green. He was really quite the opposite of Dr. Lecter in appearance. His cloths were what one could consider mildly eccentric, a green vest under a shabby purple jacket and matching purple pants. His most notable feature, certainly the first thing I noticed, was his face. It had messily been painted white, his eyes covered in black and a considerable amount of red was splashed from almost one ear to the other in a manic looking smile, covering two long scars on either side of his mouth. Brushing his stringy hair back with his hand and licking his lips,he had approached me. "The name's Joker." He said, pulling out a joker card from his vest and handing it to me with a grin. It was even more obvious I knew him, who didn't? The man eats, sleeps, and breaths attention being drawn to himself.
"You have my apologies for entering your home without permission, it was quite unmannerly of us." Dr. Lecter said with a bow of his head. "Yeah yeah, I'm sure it wouldn't look too suspicious to have us two hanging around outside would it? Let's get to the point of this little visit." the Joker interrupted, leaning against a table and popping another grape in his mouth. It was quite obvious who was the more polite of the two. "Very well." Lecter said with an indignant look thrown in the Jokers direction. " We've seen your work. It is really quite splendid. Rather reminiscent of my own.." the Joker 'erhem'ed. "..-our- own work..I should say. In fact..You rather remind me of myself, forever finding new ways to turn the human form into something worthy of Picasso himself. Ah, I have even heard you share the same tastes as myself..." Lecter said, his voice soft and quiet with a smirk on his face. "-Anyway-." the Joker interrupted again. "As good...-amazing- 'villains' as we are, we're becoming outnumbered. They can all feel it, they know what the problem is. For every one of -us- there's one thousand cops, and there's new 'heroes' popping up everywhere! So, the plan is simple. All the people like us who want to show the world exactly what it's made of, are training new 'hopefuls' to cause more beloved chaos at our sides, and help us take out the ones who stand in our way!" He offered us a grape, offered me one of my own grapes, but we declined so he ate it. "Do you ever sit and daydream, lose yourself in the deepest of contemplations? Do you imagine what the world would be like with the freedom to do the things you love without worry of being locked away like a rabid dog in the pound? Where your tongue can savor the rare and exquisite taste of human flesh with only one night spent hunting. People are just like cattle, overpopulating the planet and destroying the atmosphere. So why should we, who hold the intelligence to see past our noses, treat them any different? Join us, and we will show you." Lector said softly.
Of course I was going to, I wouldn't pass up this opportunity for the world. Their minds did seem to be very similar to my own, and in my eyes they were greatness. To work along side them would be the greatest compliment I could ask for. Naturally of course, given my often times troubling snarky attitude, the words slipped from my lips before I could stop them. "And if I refuse?" I asked with a smirk. Luckily they both seemed to be aware it was not a serious question, but that didn't stop the Joker from pulling out a portable detonator from his jacket. "Then you'll end up like those guys!" he said with a laugh as he pointed to our neighbors house across the street with a cackle. He pressed the button and their entire house blew up into a giant fireball, the explosion shaking my house and sending plaster dust falling like snow. "Better hurry and decide toots, before the cops get here!" He cackled again and Lector brushed plaster off his suit. Within the minute we were gone.
And so here I am in this musty basement of an abandoned house they had been using as a hideout, their eyes looking over me in contemplation to deduct whether I was fully ready for the task ahead of me. We had spent weeks training me for it, both of them teaching me their own techniques. I for one don't really believe I needed it, though I must admit they have taught me some useful information. A few random laughs escape me as my body tenses in anticipation for their final decision. The seconds seem like hours and my mind keeps flashing through my training. I mind yearns for the satisfaction of hearing flesh rip from bone, and hearing buildings crumble at my hands. At least I had received some of this satisfaction in my training.
End Ch1
(( A/N: well, theres your intro for ya. Next chapters will cover training with both/joker/lector and then the 'task' and whatnot after it. I..make this shiz up as I go, so if you like the way the story's headed and story concept, like being a killer, whatever, then leave me some positive reviews sayin u want more or summat.
...looky how blue and prettyful that button is to go to the next chapter...you know u wanna push it! ;D 33))