Okay… I have to say that this is my first fanfic that involves these characters, so if they are a little OCC, that's my fault. Oh! And if you don't like it when people die, don't read this.
But anyway, here's Willow with the disclaimer!
Willow- Cass doesn't own anything but me, and the plot.
ME- if I did, do you think that I would be here?
Rearranging the past, changing the future CH1
Prologue
Rearranging the past, changing the future CH1
CHAPTER ONE
He can't die, can he? My mom always said that the joker never dies, he lives on.
Everything about the joker confused me. How he never dies, never ages, and how
there is two of him.
Yup two.
Him and his counterpart. They together are referred to as joker, but singled out
they are two different people.
Black Joker and White Joker. Well... Those are Alice's nicknames for them. i kinda just caught part
of the same person, but different in many ways. For example, Black curses sometimes.
White dose not. Black scares me. White doesn't.
I always liked White. I would run in the joker forest, and run into him, and
with him came Black. And Black would usually try to curse me out, and (most of
the time) resulted in White slapping his hand over the mask on his belt, where
Black usually spoke through.
But other then that, White was somewhat nice to me. I remember once when I was
little, he even let me help set up an act for the circus he runs. I would go to
his circus all the time, not just to see that acts and the animals, but to see
him too.
I always thought that he had a special liking for me in particular, but then I
remembered that I was faceless. I didn't have any eyes. None of my family did.
But it didn't seem that White cared all that much. He liked me just the same.
But here I am now, a fourteen years old, standing alone in the joker forest. I
had on a black, red, and white plaid skirt that just reached my knees, and brown
lace-up boots. I had on a white button-up shirt on with a ringmasters jacket on
over it. I also had on a jester hat, identical to White's. My nice red hair
fell over my shoulders, and stopped just before my ribs did. I blinked my new
bright auburn eyes, and looked around.
The only reason I was here. The only reason that I was wearing this, and the
reason I so suddenly got a face.
At that moment, I broke down crying, just wishing for White to come and try to
comfort me. Just the thought of those times made the tears spill down my face faster. But that
couldn't happen anymore. Never again. I felt the whip at my waist, and I knew
that this wasn't just Black playing a cruel joke on me to make ' his little
bitch' cry. This really was happening.
White Joker has died.