Chapter 1

They throw me into a room in the violent ward already preoccupied by a man a few years older than I am. I just sit in the corner farthest from him. He looks like the Michael Myers remake with his long, dirty blonde hair, and bulky physique. I just sit in the corner, not frightened of him at all. He just stares at me. I wonder what he is thinking about.

"You are not scared?" The man asks, startling me with his deep, husky voice. I just shake my head no because I have not talked for quite some time after I was sent by a judge to this asylum. I stopped singing four years ago as well.

"A silent type, huh, well, they will just keep you here longer," he said. I shook my head yes because I already knew that. I've been in this asylum for eight years now. I know they will never ever let me out while I'm alive. Then I tried talking to him.

"I…know…that," I tried saying. My voice was hoarse from lack of use.

"So, the mute can talk," the man said mockingly.

"Yes, I can, and I could easily kick your arse," I said, smirking. "I just have not wanted to talk to these idiots of the asylum."

"The doctors or the patients?"

"The doctors. When I was younger, I thought I wanted to be a psychologist, but then I really thought about what they have to do, and I decided that I didn't like them at all. I told a friend that if I am ever put into an asylum, that I wouldn't talk for how long I will be here, like Michael Myers."

"He is the guy from Halloween, right?" asked the man. I shook my head yes. "I have seen those movies but I keep forgetting his name. Do you like him?"

"He is cool, but I like Freddy Krueger more,"

"Why do you like him?"

"I love his sense of humor," I said. Then, I whispered so he hopefully wouldn't hear me, "I also think he is sexy."

"I head that," the man said.

"You did?" I asked, blushing with embarrassment.

"Yes, you think that Freddy Krueger is sexy. Why would you think that?"

"I don't know. I do know that he is the one that made me start liking older men, and I first saw him when I was eleven."

"You are crazy, girl."

"Thank you, but you should be talking,"

"You're welcome, and I know that I'm crazy. Why else would you be locked in here with me?" He asked with a smile on his face. He looked quite attractive smiling. His smile reminded me of Christopher Eccleston.

"You don't seem to understand. I'm not locked in here with you. You're locked in here with me." I said with a smirk.

"Oh, you think so, do you? Well I could easily overpower you. So you really are locked in here with me. Oh and nice Watchmen reference. I like that movie," he said while walking towards me from the other side of the room.

"It's a good reference and movie. What are you doing?" I ask him when he is halfway across the room.

"I'm going to show you that you are locked in here with me, and not the other way around," he says with an evil grin on his face while standing in front of me. I looked him up and down, finally seeing all of him up close.

"Has anyone ever told you that you look like the remake of Michael Myers but with Christopher Eccleston's smile?" I ask, hoping to stall him for a short while. He just laughed at that.

"I have heard that I look like Michael Myers, but I do not know who Christopher Eccleston is," he says with a puzzled look on his face. I see his him gazing over my body with lust in his eyes. It makes me feel uncomfortable.

"Now," he says, "if you are done stalling, I would like to get back with what I was planning to do," He kneels down to my height while I am still sitting in the corner.

"What are you going to do?" I ask a little bit frightened, but not enough to show it.

"You'll see," he says. Then, very quickly, he grasps my head and pulls it up so that my lips meet his. He sits down to deepen the kiss.

He rubs his tongue over my bottom lip to gain entrance to my mouth. I obeyed by slightly opening my mouth, enough for his tongue to slip in and start a battle with my own. The battle was soon lost and he kept furiously kissing me until we ran out of breath and had to break for air. I sat there, staring wide eyed at the man I had just met not that long ago. His deep but bright green eyes staring back at me.

"Wow," I said, still shocked. "Why did you do that?"

"Because I could, and you couldn't stop me from doing it again," he said, smirking at me.

"And you might be right. I don't even know your name, though."

"My name is Jason. What is your name?"

"My name is Shelby. Your name reminds me of Jason Voorhees and Jason Todd."

"You have a lovely name. I know who Jason Voorhees is, but who is Jason Todd?"

"He is the second Robin from the Batman comic books and movies. He was killed by the Joker but then revived by Ra's Al Ghul in the Lazarus Pit. But he went insane and became the Red Hood and almost killed Joker if it wasn't for Batman stopping him. He did end up blowing up the building the three of them were in, but none of them died."

"He sounds very interesting. I would have loved to see that movie. What is it called?"

"Batman: Under the Red Hood. It is an animated movie. Joker is voiced by John DiMaggio and he sounds amazing. I never knew who he was before so I have no idea what else he does."

"That's great. Now, enough about the Joker. What did you do to get in this hell hole?" he asks as he pulls me to sit on his lap while he sits up against the wall.

"I killed someone who was in my school. I covered it up pretty well, but they ended up finding him anyway, "I say, leaning my head on his shoulder.

"Why did you kill him?" he asks, stroking my hair with his other arm around my waist, holding me to him. I sigh with content.

"He was ruining my life. I thought he liked me and wanted to date me, but all he wanted was to use me for sex," I started telling him, and he held me tighter when I said the guy wanted to use me for sex.

"Well, when I rejected his offer of wanting to hook up after him and a friend of mine, who was younger than me, broke up, he started a rumor that I was texting him about wanting to have sex with him. And then, at a dance, he smacked one of my friends. I almost snapped, but I held it back. The last straw was when he tried punching me while I was walking home from school because I yelled down the hall at him that day in school, 'Hey! Are you still pissed at me for rejecting you?' Then everybody knew. His trying to punch me made me snap. And madness is like gravity; all you need it a little push." I finished saying. I think he got pissed at what I was telling him because his stroking of my hair got really hard, but I didn't want to say anything. But the last line I said seemed to ease his mind because he started to laugh. I started to laugh because I just then realized that I quoted the Joker.

"And by the way, I got the last line from the Joker in The Dark Knight played by the now deceased Heath Ledger. He really introduced anarchy to Gotham in that movie. I didn't even realize that I quoted him until you started to laugh."

"You have not ceased to amaze me yet. Your quotes are very funny. But I have seen that movie, so you did not have to tell me all of that."

"I quote my favorite characters in anything I read or watch. He is my favorite character in anything that had to do with Batman. That is one of the reasons I am called Harley Quinn by a couple of my friends."

"He is my favorite too. Who else can you quote?"

"I can quote V's whole beginning monologue from V for Vendetta. I can also quote The Doctor from Doctor Who."

"What is V's monologue?"

"'Voilà! In view, a humble vaudevillian veteran cast vicariously as both victim and villain by the vicissitudes of Fate. This visage, no mere veneer of vanity, is a vestige of the vox populi, now vacant, vanished. However, this valorous visitation of a bygone vexation stands vivified and has vowed to vanquish these venal and virulent vermin van guarding vice and vouchsafing the violently vicious and voracious violation of volition! The only verdict is vengeance; a vendetta held as a votive, not in vain, for the value and veracity of such shall one day vindicate the vigilant and the virtuous. Verily, this vichyssoise of verbiage veers most verbose. So let me simply add that it's my very good honor to meet you and you may call me V.'" I quoted without missing a beat. Jason just laughed, and I laughed with him.

When we finally stopped laughing, I just sat there in his arms, and he started stroking my hair again. I finally asked him the question I have wanted to know the answer to since he pulled me onto his lap.

"What did you do to get put in here?"

"I killed my wife and child," he said very calmly.

"Why did you kill them?"

"I never actually loved her. I only married her because she was pregnant, and, being the gentleman I am, I didn't want her to raise the child alone. I found out not long before I killed them that the child was not mine and she was having an affair with the child's actual father," he said sadly.

"Are you going to kill me?" I ask. I don't know why I did, though. He turns his head to look at me.

"No, you are not like her, and you have done nothing wrong." Then he pulls me close and tenderly kisses my lips. All too soon, he breaks away.

"It is late, you need to sleep." He lifts me up and carries me over to the bed and lays me down gently on it. Then he slides in next to me. He holds me close as he pulls the thin, grey blanket up to cover us.

"Goodnight Jason," I say, while moving my head onto his chest.

"Goodnight Shelby," he says while stroking my back.

I fall asleep in his arms happily not long after he starts stroking my back. I had the same dream that I had a few years before I was sent here. It was of Freddy Krueger and I falling in love, but instead of Freddy, Jason took his place.