Shrieks and Giggles

by Evil-Clowns-Rule

Chastity: I realized something as I looked at the teardrops I had just carved in my face. The Joker was right. life was a game, why not have fun; Don't play by anybody's rules except your own; good guys ruin all the fun; and absolutely everything burns.

1. My Hatred

Disclaimer: I don't own Batman

Chapter 1: My Hatred

4 years ago was the year of the law-enforcement strike, the year 2005. That is where the story shall begin.

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"Okay kids, it's time for bed!" Mom called to us from the kitchen.

"Mom!" I whined, "It's not fair! I'm nineteen; I should get to stay up later!"

"Chastity, you know the rules about school nights. Besides, if you don't go to bed then your brothers and sisters won't go to bed either."

My four brothers and two sisters were sweet, unless you got to know them. Jackson and Lucas were fifteen year old twins who still acted like they were eight. Curtis was twelve and the most evil prankster in the entire world. Karissa was ten and if things didn't go her way she would scream and cry like a toddler. Caleb was seven and a mistake on my parent's part. He's also the reason I live in the basement with the youngest of us all.

Kaytlain was four and more mature than the twins. She was almost like my own daughter. She was sweet and loved it when I would read a chapter from a novel to her before we went to sleep.

"Fine, just remember that you can't try to rope me in to babysitting on Saturday night!" I shouted back to her.

"Chasse, is it okay if I sleep with mommy and daddy tonight?" Kaytlain asked in her sweet soprano voice.

"Of course it is."

That night I woke up to a loud roaring noise. I ran up the stairs to see what was wrong and all I saw was flames licking at my doorframe. I ran down stairs and climbed out the window-well. Once I was outside I saw with true horror how bad the fire was. Half he house was burned to the ground, taking four of my siblings with it. In the other half I saw my mom in her second story window, screaming for someone to save her baby.

"MOM!" I shrieked, "Throw me Kaytlain!"

She held Kaytlain out the window and dropped her into my arms. I carried Kaytlain to a safe place and went back to save the remnants of my family when the roof caved in, making that inferno their tomb.

"NO!" I screamed, falling to my knees and sobbing.

After a minute I ran back to Kaytlain. In this light I saw her struggling to breathe, her eyes swollen from the smoke. I ran next door and called for an ambulance. On the phone I was informed they were short because of the strike and would get one there as soon as possible.

In the two hour wait for an ambulance my youngest sister died in my arms of smoke inhalation.

This was the beginning of my hatred of law-enforcement.

Review, please no flames.

Evil-Clowns-Rule