Chapter 2

When I awoke I was in a small, plain, concrete room. My first thought was,'This place needs an interior decorator.'

No, not 'OW!' ( which was my second thought because my head was raging a headache) but that.

A giggle escaped my mouth then I became serious. I need to get away.

Before I could come up with a plan. Joker walked in.

"Showtime!" he half singed half growled.

"What do you mean?" I asked.

"You'll see." he replied calmly.

About a million thoughts went through my mind and let me tell you- they weren't good thoughts for a 13 year old.

He took out a dagger and cut the ropes that were wrapped around my ankles. He left the rope that was around my wrists and shoved me towards the heavy door. We walked through long dark hallways. When I tried to talk my throat went dry. Then we came to a black van full of Joker ( I guess) henchmen. I was shoved into the front seat and joker tied a chain from my rope to the door. Safety first doesn't apply to villains apparently. With a slam on the gas pedal from The Clown, we were off to a destination everyone but me knew about.