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Any more chapters to this tale will depend on the reviews. Be very gentle :)
Any time wasted on this is purely your own fault. You have been warned.
~Chapter One ~
Our Worlds apart
The darkness creeps in through the cushioned walls, the light within Arkham departs. As the surroundings become blurred a disturbing hyena call embraces each corridor. Anything and nothing influences it's origin. The other individuals who fell into insanity twist and turn in a state opposite to the conscious awareness of the guards.
The Clown Prince lays restrained in a cell with only his dreams and memories. A few days ago in New Hampshire a couple were tied up alone in a warehouse. Their only company a jester who dismembered the woman in front of her husband. The fellow had tipped off the police on his bosses latest gig. Somehow The Batman was informed before The Joker's big finale. This memory amuses our insane friend as he drools upon the padded floor.
Eventually as the minutes fly he sleeps turning away from a damp saliva patch. A small room appears in the corner of his mind. Everything seems to be in order- two chairs, a radio, a television and of course a whoopie cushion. The infernal clucking of a chicken can be heard in the background every few seconds it's volume rises. The enormity of the situation increases as each interval passes. Suddenly silence, a small girl walks forward and picks up the bird from behind the Tv. Her hair is unbelievable, so messy with golden, pink, black, blue and green streaks. She looks directly at the clown into his souless eyes.
"Was it good for you?", She cackles
"Excuse me?, Replies the curious Joker
Suddenly the child starts to prance around the room. She punches a hole through the TV. Shards of glass fall onto the floor. She picks a few up as blood pours from a large gash on her right arm. The chicken remains silent nestled in her left arm.
"It was, it was!", she cries gleefully
The Joker stands bemused yet wonders who this child is. Beneath her long fish net garment she reveals two plastic figures and places them upon individual chairs. The girl tears a path along her netted fish stockings and creates a set of tiny ropes. She ties the figures up and begins to drag a small shard of glass upon the female figurines body. The little being cries out begging for the pain to stop as her body is slowly torn apart. The male creature tries to close his eyes and weep. Yet his attempts are in vain as a plastic being can't cry or avoid such a sadistic reality. The little girl laughs at her own grim designs. The Joker leans against one of the rooms many walls and remains indifferent to the entire spectacle. The girls head turns and looks back towards The Joker. Her hair begins to change growing lighter turning into a glamorous yellow.
"Why, why did you let me do it?", weeped the child
He stares at her, she reminds him of someone once special and dear. From a past so long ago in a world of opportunity and new life. A woman, a wife or lover? No, it was Jeannie- yet somehow she had changed. Before The Joker lay Junior a symbol of their combined love and unification in the body of a child. If his life wasn't scripted by a cruel act of fate, maybe his world would be different. The child continued to cry for the family lost and the example her father will forever set. A path of cruelty and destruction greater than any natural force which will continue for the remainder of his years. The Joker woke and for the first time he lay silent- the laughter ceased as the dawn of a new day was ushered in.
The end, for now.......
Any more chapters to this tale will depend on the reviews. Be very gentle :)
Any time wasted on this is purely your own fault. You have been warned.
~Chapter One ~
Our Worlds apart
The darkness creeps in through the cushioned walls, the light within Arkham departs. As the surroundings become blurred a disturbing hyena call embraces each corridor. Anything and nothing influences it's origin. The other individuals who fell into insanity twist and turn in a state opposite to the conscious awareness of the guards.
The Clown Prince lays restrained in a cell with only his dreams and memories. A few days ago in New Hampshire a couple were tied up alone in a warehouse. Their only company a jester who dismembered the woman in front of her husband. The fellow had tipped off the police on his bosses latest gig. Somehow The Batman was informed before The Joker's big finale. This memory amuses our insane friend as he drools upon the padded floor.
Eventually as the minutes fly he sleeps turning away from a damp saliva patch. A small room appears in the corner of his mind. Everything seems to be in order- two chairs, a radio, a television and of course a whoopie cushion. The infernal clucking of a chicken can be heard in the background every few seconds it's volume rises. The enormity of the situation increases as each interval passes. Suddenly silence, a small girl walks forward and picks up the bird from behind the Tv. Her hair is unbelievable, so messy with golden, pink, black, blue and green streaks. She looks directly at the clown into his souless eyes.
"Was it good for you?", She cackles
"Excuse me?, Replies the curious Joker
Suddenly the child starts to prance around the room. She punches a hole through the TV. Shards of glass fall onto the floor. She picks a few up as blood pours from a large gash on her right arm. The chicken remains silent nestled in her left arm.
"It was, it was!", she cries gleefully
The Joker stands bemused yet wonders who this child is. Beneath her long fish net garment she reveals two plastic figures and places them upon individual chairs. The girl tears a path along her netted fish stockings and creates a set of tiny ropes. She ties the figures up and begins to drag a small shard of glass upon the female figurines body. The little being cries out begging for the pain to stop as her body is slowly torn apart. The male creature tries to close his eyes and weep. Yet his attempts are in vain as a plastic being can't cry or avoid such a sadistic reality. The little girl laughs at her own grim designs. The Joker leans against one of the rooms many walls and remains indifferent to the entire spectacle. The girls head turns and looks back towards The Joker. Her hair begins to change growing lighter turning into a glamorous yellow.
"Why, why did you let me do it?", weeped the child
He stares at her, she reminds him of someone once special and dear. From a past so long ago in a world of opportunity and new life. A woman, a wife or lover? No, it was Jeannie- yet somehow she had changed. Before The Joker lay Junior a symbol of their combined love and unification in the body of a child. If his life wasn't scripted by a cruel act of fate, maybe his world would be different. The child continued to cry for the family lost and the example her father will forever set. A path of cruelty and destruction greater than any natural force which will continue for the remainder of his years. The Joker woke and for the first time he lay silent- the laughter ceased as the dawn of a new day was ushered in.
The end, for now.......