We don't see the Joker in this chapter; I wanted us to get an introduction of just her! Enjoy.
Eve was bored. She placed her shoes beside her as she dipped her feet into the cold water, barely noticing the stinging sensation as the open cuts were assaulted by the cold water.
She thought back to what she'd read several years earlier - the conspiracy documents by this point were imbedded into her brain. "Government mishap with adding chemicals into the water is the reason for this sudden change." That one was her favourite, making out that it was a horrific accident.
Well her second favourite.
Her first favourite was that it was aliens.
"It doesn't matter," Eve said out loud, hearing footsteps heading towards her. She'd given up on her great lie so she decided she should also give up on her mental filter. She was after all, sick of having to keep her thoughts to herself. Leaving them on their own, rattling around her skull with no one else's thoughts to keep them company.
"Like what triggered meta-humans, or the increase in pure evil. It happened and there ain't no going back from it," she cackled. "They tried."
"Have you been reading those articles again? You know we're not allowed." Marcus said as he sat down beside her, raising his eyebrows.
Eve turned and finally acknowledged him properly. She actually felt sorry for the young man. It must be so boring. Being satisfied with living a dull life, being unaffected by The Change.
"I remember the articles, I don't need to read them again," she said off handily, rolling her eyes at him before facing the water again. "Maybe there wasn't even a Change. Maybe certain people opened their eyes and got bored of scurrying around like ants that were just waiting for their misery to end."
"I've always said you can talk to me," Marcus began and Eve scoffed. Marcus however being the ignorant soul he was continued, his voice full of concern. "But if you are having these thoughts you should talk to the Mastor. He can help."
"Ah yes, positive programming. Maybe that is what I need," Eve bit down hard on her lip to stop herself from bursting into laughter and revealing all, she wanted to play a bit more after all.
"I just get annoyed," she said, turning back to Marcus and plastering on her genuine and innocent smile, something in her twenty one years of living she'd become excellent at. "Like we were both born at the start of The Change, or so they tell us, assuming The Change is even real. But regardless, they say we were born at the start when no one else was affected, but there will still good and bad men, less extreme, true but these men still exist. They're not concerned with that though, our parents, that village, they are only concerned with true damaging good or evil. Even then," she exclaimed, unable to hold in the manic laughter any longer but able to choke out. "They expect us to be neutral."
Eve's laughter became more hysterical until she had to clutch into her sides, tears streaming down her cheeks.
"You're scaring me," Marcus said with apprehension but still not moving.
Idiot.
"Oh Marcus, are you even listening?" She snapped, her laughter stopping instantly. "I'm saying it doesn't work. The village, the lessons about morality and thinking they could change me. Or anyone likes me, including your sister. Or are you going to tell me you think differently? Not that what you think actually fucking matters," She was almost shouting now. "Because you're boring, unaffected, Marcus who got fragged along because of his pure and good sister."
"What did you do?" he whispered, his eyes wide with terror. If Eve was honest she was disappointed. She was looking forward to the chase, but it didn't look like he had the good sense to try and escape to this would have to do.
With her superior strength and surprise on her side, she grabbed him, flinging his whole body into the water as she stood. The water creeping to the top of her thigh, soaking the edge of her dress.
As she thrashed in the water Eve kept a tight grip on his hair, forcing his face in the water, she began laughing; she couldn't believe she thought that this would be disappointing.
When his desperate thrashing began to slow down, she wound a handful of his copper hair and pulled his head out of the water, she wasn't about to let him die without letting him know the best bit. That would be rude, and he had listened to her rant after all.
"It started at breakfast," she began as he started gasping for air. "After training. I just wanted some damn coffee but it was all 'No Eve Mastor says coffee isn't good for people with your condition.' And I don't know if it's because she called it a condition or I just really wanted coffee but I took that mug and smashed it into her face. Ya' shoulda been there, the blood the sound," Eve described gleefully. "Then I moved onto Daddy-o, the Mastor, the teachers, the school is burning as we speak. So glad you saw my text and came here first."
"Please," Marcus groaned. She could feel him struggling under grip, she barely noticed though, the joy she felt coursing through her veins was unparalleled.
"Please," Eve mocked before forcing his head back underwater. "Please what? Don't kill you? That's the point. "She muttered, forcing him to remain underwater until she was satisfied he was dead.
She climbed out to the lake, scooping her shoes up as she walked barefoot towards the nearest road, leaving what little was lead of her conscience, morality, sanity, by the dead body in the lake.
Eve clapped her hands together joyfully as the car entered the city of Gotham.
Through her limited research and what she'd heard about it, she knew it was well worth the long journey.
She already understood the four types of people who inhabited the city.
Type one: Normal people. Those born here, and through poverty or family they were stuck in the dangerous town, unable to leave and struggling to survive.
Type two: They very type of people she'd be searching for tomorrow. Henchmen. People who had no desire to fit into society's expectation of what they should be doing. People whose conscious were kept silent for the thrill of adventure and money.
Type three: Those who she possibly despised the most. Those who were in it for the money; be it business men finding loopholes to exploit those who fell into type one. Or those who ran a criminal enterprise for the money, with no finesse and/or love of the profession, turning it into money making scheme.
Then there was type four: People like her. People who were affected by the change. Villains who were just as rotten through and through just like her. Eve thought with a smile. Then there were those who were the opposite. "Good". Though if you asked Eve they liked violence just as much as she did. They were just too cowardly to commit, let themselves do what they want, too confined by their morals, as if it absolved them of all of their violent actions.
Eve didn't need to be absolved.
Her fingers twitched around the knife. A sharp butcher's knife that she'd acquired when she sped through the village. She refrained the urge to kill any of the people who'd given her lift to Gotham, who knew hitchhiking was so easy?
She stifled her urges again. No murder she reminded herself, she couldn't risk it. Gotham was a long walk and she didn't want word to spread that motorists were being murdered, making them nervous to pick her up.
"Here it is thank you!" Eve spoke up, turning to face the middle aged driver. She'd noticed his lack of a wedding ring and the way his eyes roamed up and down her body and wondered if anyone would miss him.
"You sure?" He asked, incredulously looking up at the large ornate house in front of them.
"Yep," she smiled, silencing the man. She climbed out of the car; she waited until the man drove off before approaching the house.
She rang the doorbell, shifting the rucksack on her shoulders, her hand wrapped tightly around the hilt of her knife.
Within a few seconds the door opened and she recognised the man in front of her.
Gabriel Mansoini.
An accountant to who worked for some of the dodgiest businesses in Gotham. Convenient to her he also lived totally alone.
She assumed that had something to do with the numerous rape charges against him that were always mysteriously doped.
All of that information she'd learnt would only serves to make this sweeter.
"I'm so sorry to bother you sir," she said in the saddest voice she could muster while he was leering at her. "But my boyfriend literally just dumped me and kicked me out of his car, didn't even give me the chance to grab my handbag or anything. Could I call a friend to pick me up, it's too dangerous to walk back on my own."
"Of course," he said and Eve had to choke back a manic laughter, it was the hundredth time in the past few days she had to do that since accepting her madness and she was excited to give up their pretence.
She trailed behind him into his luxurious house, pretending to be too naive to understand what his glances meant. He picked up the landline, going to hand it to her but snatching it out of her grasp once she reached out for it.
"I hope you don't mind me saying, bit that boy is a fool, you're simply beautiful dear. I'd never do such a thing."
Eve smiled; he must have thought that smile meant something good for him because he smiled back. Oh how wrong he was. Eve pulled the knife from its hiding spot and in one powerful movement, dragged the knife across his throat.
She watched, giggling to herself as she watched his hands desperately pathetically try and stop the flow of blood.
Her laughter carried on long after he was dead, her own hands ending up covered in his blood. She watched with joy filled eyes as the blood stained the surfaces of his house. She watched with glee as it stained the expensive Egyptian cotton bedsheets, as she quickly fell asleep.
Please review! Next chapter there may be Joker? Who knows, it'll be soon though! In what situation do you want him or Eve to meet?