No. 1 - forclosure
A pale beam of light fell by the window and threw a striped pattern on the ground.
Before the space had lain in perfect darkness, now was illuminated, however, as him, one could put out an outline. A shape sat with bent knees in the very back corner of the space. The graceful Silouette concluded by a woman, also the curvatures in hip and upper part of the body. The beam of light walked farther and reached the face of the woman. Ash-blonde hair fell to her chaotically in the face from which ice-blue eyes saw hectically around. Her cheeks had occurred, and a feverish shine covered her pale skin. Everything in her looked colorless thus... Only the sharp-stung tattooes which were resplendent on her cheek and her throat and the dangerous sparkle of her eyes betrayed which she lived. She closed the mouth tight the eyes and guarded her hand against the sudden light what pointed to the fact which she had already seen since very long time no more light. When her eyes had got used to the brightness, she got up and crept with halting, careful steps against the window. Slowly, quite slowly she lifted the head and let the light seem her face. Now one could recognise which was nice she, in spite of her bad state, fascinating. She lifted her left hand and glided pensively over her throat, over the sentence which was resplendent on it. No, no sentence. One single word. Puddin'. She smiled and seemed to indulge herself in memories. Bit by bit became from the smile a quiet giggling, until it swelled, finally, to a loud laughter that durche the prison tract resounded. Only remain everything quiet, however, bit by bit other passengers with also joined in, laughed uncontrollably and ear-deafeningly. Dust trickled from the cover when the first started ramming a rhythm on the ground. No melody, only the lined up steps which became always pure. Then one heard a noise. In possibly in such a way, as if one pushed open a door with the foot. At the next moment the neon tubes flickered in the cover the Ganges and a troop of guards came around the corner. They were armed, one saw this immediately, moreover, they carried heavy protective clothes. Obviously they reckoned on being attacked. Calls to sounded, harsh orders, then, a little bit hoarse, insults. However, the attendants did not stop. Instead, they came up directly to the cell of the young woman, and it became visible which they had guarded somebody from the outside. Now they drew aside and gave the look freely on a small, swarthy woman. Courageously she moved up to the bars and said urgently:
" Harley Quinn? "