Dark Comedy
Chapter One
The sirens banged against her eardrums as she sat on the cold concrete, she hugged her knees and hung her head down so she couldn't see anyone. her eyes looked up to see a man dressed as a bat fly away.
'Why am I always the victim?'
She looked at her hands that were now cuffed and bloody.
"They don't understand..."
Imagine: You are in a dark alley; bruised and beaten; crumpled on the ground in defeat. You are being put in a car, having no idea of who these people are, until you black out...
She woke up, in a place filled with screaming, laughing, and crying people. She huddled in a corner away from everyone, then a bunch of people started walking to these rooms. They all looked...strange.
One man had scales and a tail like a crocodile; another man had half of his face burnt off and the other was clean; one woman had light green skin and beautiful red hair; another person looked like a small girl with blonde curly hair; then a man with pale white skin, green hair, and red lips that was shaped in the most sinister grin a human being could lay eyes onto. She continued to back away into the corner as she noticed the smiling man coming towards her. He stopped at the door, then it opened. Uh oh.
"Lookie what the bat dragged in." The smiling man said to her as he walked into the room. He didn't look as scary close up, but he was still creepy. "What's your name kiddo?" His smile widened as he asked.
"Nevermore."
"Pretty, now what are you in for?" He asked, not really caring for her name.
"I don't know..." She said, rubbing a bump on her head, "I can't seem to remember."
"The bat must of beaten you pretty bad." He said in a fake Australian accent, she smiled a little. "Hey look! I found your smile!" He said, laughing loudly. It made her a tad uncomfortable, but she still smiled feeling like she made a friend.
"What's your name?" She asked, a small gentle voice came from the black stained lips. He looked up at her and started to walk to his bed.
"People call me Joker." He said, chuckling a bit. Go figure.
"Oh...so when will I be able to leave?"
"Till you're sane." He said dully as he laid on the bed, picking what looked like a piece of broccoli from his teeth.
This answer confused her, "Sane?"
"You seriously are weird...I like that." He said grinning wider. She smiled nervously and sat on the other bed. 'Pretty girl is sitting across the room from me. Not next to me. Joker not happy about that.' He thought through clenched teeth. His eyes trailed along her body. 'So many curves...too bad they're all covered up in those rags.' He stared at the ceiling with a grin.
"What time is it?" She asked looking at him.
"Seven forty-five." He said glancing at the clock, "You're lucky."
"Why?"
"You missed dinner." He chuckled, he heard a small giggle come from her and he smiled at her, she smiled back.