After a hard day's work, Jacob Clarke makes his way to the garage he calls home.

Chapter 1: Happy Birthday

Grease covered my outfit as I wiped the sweat from my brow.

"Mechanic;" I said "not a clean job to say the least."

The door was unlocked, and all of the lights were off. I turned them on…

"SURPRISE!" my girlfriend had set up a birthday party in the garage I called home. A banner that said 'HAPPY 16TH BIRTHDAY JACOB', there was a cake and presents.

I laughed, "You didn't have to do this."

"Yes I did." She kissed me on the lips. After a few seconds, she broke the kiss.

"You see," I gestured to the room "this is why I love you."

"I made you a cake." She said.

"Let me blow out some candles." Sixteen candles played in my head.

"Here it is," she pulled the cake out of the refrigerator, lit the candles, and brought the cake to me "make a wish."

I made a wish and blew out the candles, "What did you wish for?" she asked.

"That we would be together forever," I looked at the cake "why is the cake shaped like a crow."

"It's your spirit animal."

"Haley," I said "I took that personality test in third grade."

"Yes," she said "and I was the raven. It said we were 'compatible' for each other."

I leaned in for a kiss "Present time!" she ducked out of the way and went to the table.

Why did I fall for the crazy one? I thought.

Haley walked toward me with two small boxes.

"Open the small one first." She said.

I opened it, it was a nine inch bowie knife that I wanted, the stainless steel blade had the engraving of a crow on it. "Thanks," I said "but the crow… was it necessary?"

"Yes," she said "the spirit animal is always necessary."

"Right." I said.

"Medium present next," she said "open it, open it, open it."

"I'm opening it." I said.

Inside was a leather jacket with a crow sewn into the back.

"Really, a crow jacket?" I asked.

"It matches your knife." She chuckled.

"Well," I said "at least all of the craziness is done and over with."

"We're not finished yet," she said "good things come in threes, it's time for your large present."

I crossed my arms, "Let me guess: a crow mobile."

She started to unbutton her shirt, "Not even close."

She exposed her bra, the left cup was the color red, the other one was black.

"My two favorite colors." I said.

"Touch them." She led my hands over her breasts. They were as soft as marshmallows.

"Take me." She said rubbing her pelvis against mine.

A blast from a shotgun made us turn our heads. The man with the shotgun wore a purple suit with a white face, black eyes, and red lips. The red lipstick covered a scar that made a permanent smile across his face. The Joker.

"Hello lovebirds," he pushed over a table "mind if I rattle your cage." Two goons grabbed Haley and one guard grabbed me.

"Leave her alone." I said kicking.

He pulled out an apple peeling knife, "Well you know I was going to… but now…"

He walked toward her and grabbed her face. "Make him watch." The goon held my head still and my eyes open.

"Do you want to know how I got these scars?" Joker asked. She spit in his face. That's my girl. "I'm just going to do this and get it over with."

He cut both of her cheeks and then cut her throat.

"NO!" I screamed.

He pulled away from her, "She really loved you." He said.

"I swear," I said "I will kill you, and your 'Joker Clan'."

"Yeah," he said "I don't really see that happening… so." With that he stabbed me in the heart.