Origins Of A joker
I was 7 years old but very intelligent kid top of my class. From early age loved to manipulate and win other students in any competition I faced them in. I mastered the art of making my opponent think there winning but they lose in their ignorance it allows me to make more unexpected moves. I Loved clowns they were always happy no matter if is sunny or cold nothing got them down there smiles are contagious. My parents were proud of all my achievements my nickname was Joker as always just wanted to have fun took nothing too seriously.
I arrived home excited to show my parents my painting of a clown I promise I would draw them one.
My parents worked as Journalists and made small living they always said try make positive change in the world everyday taught me so much about corruption and injustice.
"Hi mom want to see my picture" I said as walked in. "One minute darling sit in the sitting room be in there in a minute" mom said. I heard them talking my child mind didn't understand about governments plan to write the news and attack another country just for oil that couldn't tell the police or write it in the paper as everything is monitored and controlled by them so she was telling Russian spies as only people who can spread the news of this corruption. I heard crack of window pane everything went white I thought it was a dream but soon realised it was a nightmare turned out was smoke bomb.
Bullets rained in I ducked under the table. Blood splattered the walls on the ground was nearly up to my knees like a horror movie. I jumped up and ran over to my mother with tears as slipped and jumped over the endless bodies "I LOVE YOU DON'T DIE PLEASE" I cried as hugged her. She whispered in my eye "YOUR MY SPECIAL BOY BELIEVE NOTHING ANYONE TELLS YOU I'LL MISS YOU MY LITTLE JOKER" was my mom's last word police dragged me away laughing hysterically. " NO SAVE HER PLEASE SAVE HER" I screamed but police overpowered me. "Don't worry she just sleeping she did very naughty thing so paid the price rules are rules" he laughed. "You are the police the bringer of justice SAVE HER" I shouted. He took out his pistol and dropped out all the bullets except one and rolled the cartel. "Hey kids like games well let's play Russian roulette" policeman said. He looked at me smiling "WHY SO SERIOUS" and shot. "BANG" the sound burst my eyedrum's I fainted. Woke up tied to a bed in mental institution nurses told me government can't have loose eyes but had mercy no one will believe crazy kid from the mental institution and was I locked up.
Hours, days, weeks and years pasted my rage only growing bigger the only thing what kept me going in this small cage was hungry for revenge on the corrupt government I painted my face like a clown Symbol of the picture left at my mams grave "THE FINAL JOKE WILL BE ON THEM" I shouted to the wind. My door slammed open "RUN" nurse shouted and threw me a hammar I look at the nurse "LET THE GAME BEGIN".