Thank you to all the people who reviewed and fav'd and so on and so forth. We really do appreciate your comments and ideas! Chaotic and I are very aware that right now we don't have much detail in the realm of character development, but we are trying to get past the boring bits so we can get into the good stuff. :P so bare with us!:D

Also, there is a rather graphic murder in this chapter, just warning you.

You are our beloved readers. Enjoy!

About 3 months later

My cropped hair is growling long and into my eyes. I have been tempted to cut it with one of the many knives in this room to many times to count, but I always decide against it at the last second. I am standing in front of the mirror in the bathroom of his bedroom that I have come to know VERY well over the past few months. I am late, six weeks late. I have been sick everyday for two weeks and the Joker is starting to catch on I'm sure. There is absolutely no more pretending, I am pregnant with the Joker's baby.

I only have this one chance, I have to leave now. He left early this morning with 5 goons. That means this building is mostly empty. If I want to leave before he finds out then I have to do it now. I have a knife that I found by the bed. A switchblade with a green handle.

Along with the knife I am wearing a pair of jeans that the Joker had given me and a white T-shirt. He never did give me a different pair of shoes and I am not putting back on the black heels that he took me in, I guess I'm going to do this barefoot.

I walk to the door on the far side of the room and it swings open. He must have wrongfully began to trust me, or more likely he figured I didn't have the guts to leave. No one is in the hallway outside the door and I go down the stairs without seeing anyone.

"This is going to be way to easy" flows through my head right as I hear footsteps around the corner. I silently begin to pray that it isn't the Freak and jump around the corner and stab blindly at whoever was there.

I look down at the guy with the green handle sticking out of his collarbone. I begin to run as fast as I can as his screams echo behind me into the deserted building.

I can hear more footsteps gaining fast and I push my body to move faster. I can see the bright red letters reading "EMERGENCY EXIT" in front of me and all I can do is hope and pray that it opens. There are at least four guys behind me and a few of them are firing guns.

I shut my eyes for what seems like the hundredth in the past few minutes and crash right into the door. To my vast relief It opens. I hear fire alarms going off behind me and also the men quickly closing in on me.

I run faster than I ever thought possible for me and I leap at the chain link fence and climb. I've never hopped a fence in my life. I throw my leg over the other side, slicing my leg open in the process, right as the men reach the fence. None of them try to climb after me, probably to afraid of their boss.

I continue to run even though none of them are following me, I can feel blood dripping down my ankles onto my bare feet. I don't stop until I have run a good 2 miles away from the building, only because I feel as though I am going to collapse from exhaustion if I don't.

I limp to a pay phone dealing with my next bit of business and call my dad. He answers on the third ring, "Hello?"

"Hey Daddy, um... could you come and get me?"

"Yes, of course Natalie. Why?" Hearing his voice makes my anger at him flare all over again.

"You sound surprised to hear from me." I laugh a little to cover my animosity towards him.

"I am. I thought you were dead. Why is he letting you call." My mind begins to race. I can't tell him I ran away or he would send me right back to keep up his deal with the Freak.

"He let me go."

"He let you go?" He doesn't believe me, but I have never lied to him before. He only needs to believe me for one night; it wont matter after tonight.

"Yes, Daddy. He just let me go. He got bored with me, I guess he didn't want to kill me." I try very hard to sound nonchalant.

"Well, where are you! I will send someone immediately." His mood goes right to trusting doting father again. I tell him the street names I am on and he hangs up saying that someone will be here momentarily.

He must have had a man in the area because in less than 10 minutes someone was there to pick me up in a black Corvette.

When I arrive back at the Mansion I am hit with happiness when I see home. The white mansion with forest green lining is a welcome sight after the abandoned toy factory. The green yard and lake in the back. The only bad thing about my homecoming is my father standing on the front step waiting to greet me.

He wouldn't be smiling like that if he knew my family fun I had planned for the night.

"Welcome home, Natalie. I missed you so much." He walks to me and pulls me into a hug. I hold him back.

"I'm glad to be home again, Daddy."

All night after my return to the mansion there has been lots of celebration for the Joker letting me go. It is almost as if they all missed me even though most don't care. My dad and a few of his friends and their whores are all drinking for the occasion. I am not drinking at all, I need to keep a clear head for my plan to work. I have been slipping sleeping drugs into Daddy's drinks all night. That pretty harlot on his arm tonight wont be getting any.

Around 10 at night he went upstairs to bed and I followed. He is out cold in his bed when I walk in with my rope in hand. I start with his hands, tying them to the bed frame then I tie his legs together. He is only wearing PJ bottoms and that is perfect for my idea for him tonight.

The drugs wont wear off until early in the morning. I will try to wake him up later, not like he is going anywhere. I stay awake laying next to him and staring at the ceiling waiting patiently all night if I have to for him to wake up.

Around 6 in the morning he begins to stir and soon he is struggling with the rope. After a few seconds his leg brushes mine and his eyes shoot open. He looks over at me and I answer his look, "Daddy, I missed you. Can I stay in here tonight?"

He is strongly trying to stay calm but he is beginning to lose it. "Natalie Sweetheart, untie Daddy." I clutch my knife tighter in my fist. "Natalie..." His voice got less sweet the second time and I lift my knife up to his eyelid and he shut his eye and I pressed it closer.

"Why should I, Daddy? You never tried to save me, why shouldn't I pay you the same courtesy?" I make a very small cut on his eyelid, just enough for it to bleed.

"My Natalie, let your Daddy go." He is growling out his words.

"Don't talk to me like that! I am your superior!" I pull his eyelid out and cut it off, careful not to cut his eye. He screams loudly and he begins to cry, his tears mingling with the blood from his missing lid.

"Natalie, stop it and let me go right now!"

"I don't think I will" I pull the other eyelid and cut it off as well. I revel in his loud screaming. I want him to watch me while I do this. I need to be going faster or his eyes will stop seeing me.

I carve my name across his chest barely hearing his screams and begging. When that is done I say my last words to my father while he lives, "A 10 million dollar murder don't you think, Daddy?" I slit his throat and watch as the life flows out of him until he is finally dead.

I walk out of his bedroom with my hands covered in his blood, and I walk up to one of my father's right hand men. "There is a dead body in my daddy's room." I smile and wiggle my bloody fingers in his face before laughing and going back to my room for a shower.

That couldn't have gone more perfectly and I am now in charge of the entire Maroni mob.

Keep in mind that chaotic and I are writing this based on the idea that the Maroni mob is definitely an illegal business. They are not going to go to the cops for a murder. I don't want a review going on about how Natalie would go to jail because in our story it wont work that way. No one wants the cops to know anything about any individual person, the murder will simply be forgotten.

Please feel free to leave reviews telling me any mistakes because I am sure there are some. English is not my first language and I apologize in advance. :D

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