Hi people! I tried a Joker story before but people wouldn't comment and I didn't like what I wrote. So, here I am trying it again. I know my OC may seem Mary Sue but all she is a girl with anger issues and a nack for fighting. OO Maybe that is Mary Sue... Agh, please read on and tell me what you think. Reviews are appreciated!
Indestructible: The life of Mimi
My eyes snapped open. There was a loud banging sound ringing through my apartment. I growled. I was having such a nice dream too. I emerged from my bedroom and peeked through the hole in my door. It was Zack. I rolled my eyes and cracked open the door, "What?" He glared at me. "Rent!" He held out his hand. I look at his face then his hand. I reached for my table next to the door. "Zach," I began, "I don't have the damn rent." I pulled out a gun. His blue eyes widened. "Too bad though, you may need some money to a buy a one way ticket to hell!" I shouted, pulling the trigger.
Bang!
I shot him dead. He layed still for awhile. Then his hand twitched. I sighed and pulled him inside. I heard my neighbor came rushing out. "What in heaven's name is going on?! I heard a gun shot!" She exclaimed. I grinned, "Just a spider, no worries!"
She looked at me dumbfounded but returned to her room without further questioning. I slammed the door and stared at him. Great, more trash to take out...
Hello, My name is Mimi E. Hathaway. I'm eighteen and I've lived in Gotham ever since I could remember. I grew up in a average household with a kind and loving family. It all seemed like a play. Everyone smiling and having a good time. It all seemed perfect. Until that one year in high school. I had just entered the ninth grade when the play began to collapse.
I came home and everything was still and quite. I guessed my parents weren't home yet. But I was sadly mistaken.
I peeked in the living room to see my mother laying on the ground, bleeding. "Mom!" I rushed in to help. When I touched her, she let out a scream. "Get out! He'll kill you!". I was so confused. Who had done this? And where was dad?
I entered into my shitty apartment and went for the couch. I sighed and fell back on the sofa. Kicking my boots off, I turned on the tube to see what mess the city got itself into.
"Earlier today, The Joker has yet again robbed another bank. He has hit most of the major banks in the city. Police are still unable to locate his were abouts. Luckily, there were no casualties and no major injuries. There are, however, some of his own henchmen shot and dead. Officials are still confused on The Joker's real motives. Other news, The Batman is still at large. Commissioner Gorden says that The Batman is no threat, but a great ally."
The reporter then when on about other things that were so trivial. I was bored out of my skull. I got up and decided to kill my gun that I used to kill Zach. As I began to clean it, my thoughts lingered on one man. The Joker. He was interesting. The way he murdered and got what he wanted. Awesome! I finished my gun and went to find something to eat. I opened the refrigerator and was not too shocked to see it empty. I'm out of food again...Shit!!
Angry at myself, I walked up stairs to take a nice, relaxing shower. Ah, yes. That's what I needed. I turned on the water and waited for it to get hot. As I waited I looked at myself in the mirror. I saw a eighteen year old girl with brown hair and green eyes. Had a scar that resembled a 'X' on my right cheek. I bent my head to wash away the make up, don't know why I wear the crap. I hated to take a shower with that stuff on. I looked down at my arms and legs that were also scared up. I had a few on my stomach, but not many. I noticed the water was ready, so I stripped my clothes and stepped in. I sighed in content. Hot water was always relaxing. I began to wash my back when my hand ran over the gash in my shoulder. Out of all my scars, that one I despised. It reminded me of him. The bastard who ruined my life!
After half an hour, I was dressed in my Pj's. A white tank top with black skulls on them with short black pants. I looked to the look to find out it was 1:00 in the morning. Feeling tired, I grabbed the gun off the table and went back upstairs. I opened the door only to have it fall off...Growling, I threw the door down the stairs.
"Piece of junk!" I yelled, jumping on my bed. It was big enough for two. I hide the gun under my pillow and rested my head on it. I layed there for what seemed like eternity before my eyelids began to droop. Just as I was about to drift off into slumber when I suddenly remembered something. 'Crap! I gotta be at the Street tonight!' I jumped out of bed and threw on a KoRn shirt with some ripped up blue jeans. I nearly fell out the door trying to put on my boots. 'Ugh, can't believe I'm late!!' I mentally kicked myself. 'Hope boss isn't too angry...'
(Street)
"You son of a bitch!" A punch from the taller darker man sailed into the smaller man's face. A sicking crack echoed through the booze filled air. Welcome to 'Street'. Street was a underground fighting club where criminals got together, placed their men in fights, and bet on them. Your man dies, your boss looses money. I had been in 'Street' for three years and I was calmed to be 'indestructible'. I was beat down and down but I always got back up. The small man was declared dead and some guy named 'Scarecrow' just won a ton of cash.
"Congratulations to Mr. Scarecrow! And now, gentlemen, place your bets and fighters!" Mark shouted from the middle of the ring.
I stood by and stared at all the dead beat criminals. What a bunch of losers. Well, that doesn't say much when it's coming from me... I noticed when a Italian man walked in. He made eye contact and nodded to me. I returned the nod and stepped into the ring. I heard him walk in. Then Mark announced,
"Haha! Tonight we have a special guest! Mr. Maroni and his fighter, Scarface!" He pointed a finger at us. I growled. Maroni named me that for the scar on my cheek. It was so corny... "How much on Scarface?" Mark asked Maroni. "50,000" He was starting at a low bid. "Will anyone take on Scarface for 50,000?" There was silence for a period of time until Scarecrow bellowed, "50,000 it is!!" He was betting what he just earned? What a dumbass. If I learned one thing from Maroni it was always start at a low price. Maroni chuckled and agreed. "Scarface, take your corner!" I went to left corner and stood there staring at Maroni.
"The usual?" I asked, pulling on some fingerless gloves. He gave a curt nod. "And don't screw up." He ordered. I stuck my tongue out and turned around. When I did I saw Scarecrow's fighter. It was the larger man from before. "Sup big man?" I asked looking up at him. He spat in my face. The crowd made a 'oooo' sound. Wanna know why I'm called 'Indestructible'?" I smiled up at the man, "You fucker." I punched him in the face. I spun around, high-kicking him the face. Rage was coursing through my small person. "Don't. You. Ever. Spit. In. My. Face!" I grabbed him by the throat and squeezed. He began to choke on his own blood.
"What? Cat got your tongue?" I took my hand and placed it on his face. I dug my sharp nails into his skin and slashed down. His yelled out in agony. His face was a bloody mess. I threw drew my hand and then punched him directly in the stomach. Twisting my fist around. Breaking some bones and rupturing some organs. Blood poured from his mouth like a river. He some how managed to get out of my grip. Which pissed me off even more. He swung his fist into my face. Sending me flying. I let out a giggle and ran back at him. I grabbed his neck again but this time I headbutted him. I felt a knee connect with my stomach. I was pushed back. Staggering to his feet, he ran over to Mark and took his chair. I heard him charge at me and hit with everything he had with that steal chair. I knew I'd have some bruises left over from this one. Blood was dripping from my head. I stopped the chair with my arm and threw it away from him. I ran behind him and twisted his arm. I heard it beginning to crack. I gave a wicked smile and tugged on it. A snap was heard and he let out a yell.
"Finish him!!" The crowed roared. I saw Scarecrow on the edge of his sit. Maroni just sat back and watched proudly. I let him fall to the floor. I threw up my arms and began to chant, "Weapons! Weapons!" I knew this thugs had some weapons on'em. I was thrown guns, numchucks, swords, grenades, and some knives. I smirked when my eyes landed on the knives. I took the knife and stood above the man. "Say bye-bye!" I placed the knife on his throat and sliced away. He just laid there in his own crimson pool, dead. I threw the knife in a random direction and walked off.
Mark yelled into the microphone, "Gentlemen, we have a winner! Miss Scareface!!" I laughed as Scarecrow yelled at his other men. Saying something like, 'Why the hell did you let me do that?!' his men just grumbled that it was his own fault. Oh yes, I never told you why I was called 'Indestructible'. No matter how many times you knock my down, my rage will come back at you ten thousand fold.
I looked back at the areana then to my bloody hands. Welcome to my life...
"Hey Boss, you think you like her?" the masked man asked his boss. "I mean, she can take a hit and come back just like that!" The other man added in. "She's hot too..." one muttered to himself. The Boss laughed, "Yea she is a pretty little thing isn't she?" All the men nodded in agreement. The Boss stood up and walked towards the back where Scarface disappeared. "You boys stay here. I'm going to go make a little proposition..."
Fox: Hi again! Did I do good? Please tell me. Oh, and if I spelled 'Maroni' wrong could you please let me know? Thanks! Sorry, I gotta ask. Leave a review please?
