Chapter Two:
"You must be curious of the rules, am I right?" The purple and green covered man questioned as he worked his way on undoing Spencer's binds. "There is none! I am giving you a chance to escape my, uh, will. You try with all your little might to escape me—If you do, you win your freedom and you'll never hear from me again." Spencer found that statement enticing as she itched to escape the criminal, who had captured her attention. "However, I will catch you. Trust me; I'm a man of my word, dollface." His voice seemed to growl behind her as she felt the blade of the knife cut through the ropes. Spencer shuddered lightly as she felt her kidnapper's hot breath at the corner of her ear and the brush of curls against her face. "Ready… Set… Go!"
Spencer wasted no time, bolting away from the wooden chair and her clown captor. The Joker was left smirking with a sparkle of predatory amusement gleaming in his dark chocolate eyes One… Two… Three... The Joker counted down in his head as he watched the bouncing curls of golden brown disappear from his sight. She would never make it out of here before he got a hold of her. Oh, what a delightful time the two could have. The Joker grinned maliciously as he thought back to when he first realized that the news writer had focused her interest on his line of work. He had dug up quite a lot about the French-born woman. For someone so petite and visually pleasing, he had been curious as to how she had managed to slip under the radar of the criminals she had uncovered to the public. It would seem, however, the woman was more than meets the eye. With that thought, he was reminded of the little game of cat and mouse at hand. A smirk broke out across the man's ruby red colored lips as he moved across the decrepit, wood floor, following his unknowing prey.
The chase was exhilarating. He knew for a fact that every turn he had managed to catch up to her on, he had somehow marred her with his beautiful blade. The Joker had to admit that the feisty kitten was giving him a run for his money. He should have been more prepared, knowing all about her self-defense that could match an assassin's. Spencer was the extreme definition of femme fatale and he'd have to be careful.
He moved to slick back his dingy, murky locks of hair with the hand that currently grasped his switch blade. She was hiding behind one of the many cargo boxes, but he had no thoughts on what specific locations.
"Little kitten, where have you run off to?" He mocked sweetly, his voice practically oozing malice. "I'll find you. I promise that."
Suddenly, his feet were pulled from beneath him by the brutal, calculated force of Spencer's kick from below.
"Ah, ah, ah," The Joker tutted before opening the switchblade and bringing it down to the sun-kissed skin of her thigh. "What a mistake. You may have caught me off guard, but overall—I've caught you." With that said, he dug the sharpened side of his blade into the otherwise flawless skin.
Spencer whimpered at the pain and the sight of copper-colored blood pouring from the fresh wound. She defiantly glared at him, trying not to show any sign of weakness until the burning trail shooting through her legs overpowered her senses. "Stop!" She hissed angrily, attempting to kick her leg at him. "What do you want from me?!" His smile only widened as he grabbed the smooth thigh tighter in his clutch before pulling her closer into him. The blade continued it's torturously long course till it hit just above her knee.
"Didn't anyone tell you? Curiosity killed the cat," he whispered hotly, their faces barely a few centimeters apart. "And, kitten, I'm here to collect your dues."
The room seemed to spinning for a minute as Spencer tried to focus on his words. Before she could recuperate, her vision began to slip in and out till she finally managed on the fiend hovering above her.
"Oh! How much fun you will be, sugar!" He giggled victoriously, once he noticed her glazed-over look. "For now, though, nap time!"
Spencer watched him raise the butt of his switchblade and realized, to her horror, that she couldn't stop him from his next action. The joker slammed the blunt end to her temple and Spencer succumbed to the painful unconsciousness.