A/N: Hello(: Sorry for such the long wait, and i promis ill be updating much more frequently now. Thank you all for the wonderful reviews, and more are always appreciated. I also can guarante that the more reviews i get, the quicker i update so plea continue on reading and reviewing. Anf if you want to see a picture of what i picture Hannah looking like, i have it up on my profile. Anyway, without further adieu, chapter 3!
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Cheshire cats that always grin Lurking in back alleyways Leading them through a tiny door Where hookah tubes exhale smokey rainbow streams Weaving through a garden of hearts At the end of the maze awaits the queen Her majesty screeches "Off with their heads!"
Love to play games full of sin
To lure their victims into a daze
Into a world of colors galore
& giant mushrooms mute their wretched screams
Their journey will end before it even starts
Who's far from making the beauty scene
& their decapitated bodies fall dead
- Alice in Wonderland Poem
I stared at him in horror as he skipped his way back to the bed, his signature knife dancing in his fingers.
My back was already pressed up against the cold wall behind me, but I tried scooting back nevertheless. I had no idea what thoughts were playing around in his mind, but I had a feeling they weren't good. Nothing the Joker thought about ever had a pleasant ending.
I pushed myself back frantically, my hands sliding along the mattress. My pulse was racing, and a cold sweat dewed up on my palms, making them clammy. This was a really bad time for this to be happening. I mean, I was just starting to piece things back together, just starting to hopefully move on. But this city couldn't let that happen.
Just when everything seemed to take a turn for the better, it was all taken away in the form of the Joker. He swooped in and ruined everything before I even had a chance to make it right. And now I was surely going to die. Die in a slow, drawn out, grueling process. The thought alone made my skin crawl, and my stomach churn.
This was it. My final moments, if only I knew what to say.
The Joker giggled, his laugh echoing off of every surface within the room, filling my ears with nothing but his shrill laughter.
There was no where for me to go anymore, every chance I had of escaping was long gone and now, I had to meet my fate. The Joker was on the bed now, only feet from me, his knife still placed in his hands, and his giggles coming and going in short bursts.
He was looking at me, his kohl rimmed eyes piercing through my own, leaving me with an uneasy flutter in the pit of my stomach. What did he want from me? I'd do anything to get out of here, to get away from this monster, to be free.
Tears welled up in my eyes and spilled out, blurring the form of the looming Joker sitting in front of me. And seeing this, he inched closer. He kneeled in front of me, leaning down to eye level, and smiled eerily.
" Aww. Shh shh. Don't cry precious. There's uh nothing to cry about… yet." He said, his voice sounding condescending, and filled with amusement. I had nothing to do but cry more, and the Joker ran his gloved fingers under my eyes, catching the tears.
His gloved hands making contact with my skin made me panic, and I tried pushing him away weakly. I knew it was no use but I tried anyway. And my weak attempts amused him further.
The Joker took my hands in one of his and pulled them over my head, holding them against the cement wall behind me. With his other hand he continued to wipe away the tears, and in turn my tears ran out. After a few minutes I had cried myself out, and my vision cleared.
He was still staring at me, his eyes glittering with delight and his tongue slid across his lips silently. Moving his hands from my face, he placed his finger to his lips. The tears I had shed were on his fingers, and he placed them in his mouth, tasting the salty liquid.
During this whole process, his eyes never left mine, and I felt as though I was in a trance, unable to turn my gaze elsewhere. And I'm sure he knew what he was doing the entire time.
The aches going through my body intensified, and it hurt to just sit here, with my legs held tightly against me, it hurt to even breath so I let my legs fall until they were lying flat against the bed, taking away some of the throbbing pain I felt earlier. But the pain I was harboring inside, it was still there.
The second I let my legs drop, I heard the Joker snicker and the trance broke. I shook my head back and forth slightly, and looked anywhere but his face, resting my gaze on his torso.
The Joker laughed louder this time, and moved his free hand under my chin, pushing it up so I was staring into his eyes once again. Then, he spoke.
" So Hannah darling, what do you say to a little play date? Hmm. I'm dying to get under your skin, to find out what makes you tick.." He giggled, leaning down until our noses touched, and his hot breath fanned across my face, still as repulsive as before. And I tried to pull away, hitting my head against the wall. A sharp pain shot through my head and I screamed in agony.
My head was still sore from my previous fall, and I could feel the warm, sticky blood spill out from the wound once again.
I wanted to cry, to let out all the pain but I had no tears left, and I had no one to blame but myself.
I wanted to blame the Joker, I wanted him to be the reason my life would soon be over. And it made sense, it was easy to say it was all his fault, but it really wasn't. I had gotten myself into this, I had been at the docks this morning, I had given him the perfect opportunity to bring me here.
It was my fault, not the Joker's. Hell, nothing he did was really his fault. He just does what he does best, and that is to create chaos, upset the established order, and show this city how cruel it really was. But it was us, the people, who felt what he was doing was wrong. In actuality what he was doing was right, at least by this City's standards. We were all coming and going through life, why not make the most of it.
There's no point in getting to the end of the road, unless you've enjoyed the journey.
The Joker still held my arms in one hand, and my face in the other, and he was looking at me expectantly, waiting for me to say or do something, anything, but I couldn't form words. I was frozen in fear of what was going to happen next. The Joker was unpredictable, unstable, and uncaring. There wasn't much one could do when he has set him mind to something, if only I knew what exactly that was.
The Joker sighed dramatically and shut his eyes, moving his hand from my face to the bridge of his nose and punching it in an aggravated manner.
" You're no fun Hannah. Come on, I know there's uh something in you, something that reminds me of myself. I can see it in your eyes, no matter how uh hard you try to hide it. You can-t fool me, darling." He growled into my ear, wrapping his hand around my neck, and squeezing aggressively.
My breath was cut off and I gasped heavily, trying to get it back, but it was no use. My arms were still being held in a vice grip about my head and I couldn't free them. I tried using my legs to kick him off but the pain was too much, and the lack of oxygen to my body made them grow heavy, weak.
A numb feeling spread over me, like a blanket, and I started to drift.
My eyes closed, and my body went limp. But I wasn't gone yet.
I felt the Joker drop his arm from my neck, and my eyes flew open as I gasped for air, choking on it. The air I took in burned my throat and made me gag, but I needed the air, otherwise I wouldn't come back.
The Joker, watching my struggles, laughed maniacally and rolled onto his side, pulling me down next to him. His body shook with laughter causing the bed to shake with him, and I found it increasingly harder to breath. But as quickly as his fit of laughter came on, it stopped and he smiled at me, showing his rows of yellowed teeth.
Repulsed, I looked away only to feel a sharp metal blade to be pressed against my pale, vulnerable skin. But before I could react, the Joker rolled himself on top of me, straddling my waist. He had let go of my arms, but they could do little to help me now. I tried unsuccessfully to wriggle away but his weight was too strong. So I just sat and waited.
Wait to die, wait to live, wait for an absolution that would never come.
I gave up, and he took advantage, leaning in closer to me, his knife still sitting at the base of my throat. He was giggling softly, tracing his nose up my throat, over to my ear, and burrowing his nose in my hair. I felt him take a long intake of breath and just laid there, motionless. There wasn't much I could do now anyways. Why fight a battle you cant win?
He moved his face from my hair, up my jaw to my lips, where he brushed his scars over them gently, giving me a chill that ran through my entire body. And I felt him smile in response.
His knife began tracing circles around my throat, not breaking the skin but coming dangerously close, and I closed my eyes in expectation. Only, he never pressed harder, instead he ran the knife down, over my shirt and back up.
His lips came close to mine once again, and this time he kept them there. He began kissing me, his lips begging for entrance, but I wouldn't give it to him. This was one game I wouldn't let him win, no matter how bad he wanted it. I wouldn't let this city take me.
Feeling my reluctance, he growled and pressed the knife into my stomach, slicing across my abdomen roughly. The pain rocketed through me and I tried to scream in pain, only his lips stopped me.
By now, I had to fight, no matter how useless it may seem, I had to try. Giving up was making a choice, a bad one, and I wouldn't break the promise I made to myself, and Will. I had to keep fighting, had to keep living, so one of us was living.
I used my hands and tried prying him off of me, pulling at his hair and punching his arms, but he was strong. Because of my struggles, he got a hold of my arms and pinned them by the side of my head. He was angry, I could see it in his eyes, but there was also laughter and amusement lurking within them as well.
The Joker's grip on my wrists were bruising, but this only fueled the last bit of adrenaline I had left.
Without thinking, I thrusted my knee upwards into his groin and pushed him off of me, onto the floor. He was on the floor, laughing and groaning as he tried to ease the pain, and I jumped off the bed towards the door. I was feet from freedom, and I could taste it but when I turned the knob of the door, it wouldn't move. I tried again but it was locked, and without a key it wouldn't open.
I spun around quickly, searching for a window and I found one. It was above my bed, and was rather small, but it was a window nonetheless. I ran to the bed and climbed onto it, making sure the Joker was still preoccupied, and jumped up. I grabbed onto the window sill and tried prying it open, and after a few moments it worked. A rush of cool air blew into my face and a smile spread across my face. I was free.
Using the reserved strength I had, I pulled myself up, and half my body was out the window when a strong hand grabbed my foot, pulling me back into my prison.
" No!" I Screamed as I clawed at the ground, and pushing myself out further. But the Joker pulled even harder. I kicked and pulled but in the end I lost the battle.
The Joker pulled me back into the room, and I fell onto the bed roughly. The hard cot wasn't very soft, and didn't to much to soften the fall, but that was the least of my worries.
The Joker was fuming, and as he turned me over, I saw that his painted face was livid. I could almost see smoke fuming from his ears.
His knife was in his hands, but he didn't use it just yet. Instead, I felt a hard fist smash against the side of my face, and I rolled off of the bed, onto the floor. My hands flew to my cheek, and the skin throbbed. That would soon bruise.
But before I could recover, the Joker began kicking me in the stomach. Over and over again without mercy and I cried in pain, the tears began to flow and my screams got louder. With every kick he gave, I couldn't help but scream and cry. The pain made me want to pass out, but at the same time it was too hard to even imagine that being a possibility.
The Joker was mumbling to him himself angrily as he relentlessly kicked me, but after a few minutes his kicks slowed, until they stopped altogether. He was breathing heavily, and was still furious, but instead of hitting me anymore, he bent down and scooped me up, placing me back onto the bed.
I didn't want him touching me, but there wasn't anyway to get him to stop. So instead I just cried, letting go of all I had been holding onto. The only thing I could think about was the pain, no matter how hard I tried to think otherwise. The Joker placed me down, then sat down next to me, playing with a piece of my hair.
" Now Hannah, don't try to sneak away from me again. 'Cause I would have to punish you again, and I uh really don't want to do that precious." He said scoldingly, but I just continued to cry. My stomach was sore, bruises were already forming, and the Joker had no remorse. A minute ago he was fuming and now he seemed composed, satisfied.
He was even humming to himself as he twirled my blonde hair in his gloved hands. And for a second I thought I saw something in his eyes, but in a second, it was gone.
The Joker grabbed a fistful of my hair and pulled me with him to the door, opening it roughly. He looked down at me, smiling his Cheshire cat grin, and planted a wet kiss on my lips before dragging me further through the maze of halls
" I knew you were fun doll face." he said to me, giggling.
" But now its time to make you mine." he sang, quickening his pace. My stomach killed, and my legs were still weak. Every part of my body felt like jell-o, and everything around me seemed to spin. The walls blurred in and out of focus, and nothing seemed to be what it should be.
I could see a door at the end of the hall, and I was being dragged to it, but before we made it to that door off in the distance, the pain overtook me sending me in a downward spiral of unconsciousness.
Pain, you just have to ride it out, hope it goes away on its own, hope the wound that caused it heals. There are no solutions, no easy answers, you just breath deep and wait for it to subside. Most of the time pain can be managed but sometimes the pain gets you where you least expect it. Hits way below the belt and doesn't let up. Pain, you just have to fight through, because the truth is you can't outrun it and life always makes more.
Thats was chapter 3. I really hope you liked it, and i hope you all still want me continue. I promise now that my other storye, What Doesn't Kill YOu is finally finished ill be able to dedicate more time to my other stories such as this so yaa. Review(:
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