Authors Note!: Ok, Hellooo Readers! I'm so sorry that this is sooo extremely short! I am the drum major of my high schools band and we just started band camp on Monday and I've been passing out around nine here lol. But tonight i actually stayed awake to write a little! I want to let you know that next week on Saturday i will have a lot more written! And it will be posted on that Saturday! And, as usual, CONSTRUCTIVE CRITICISM AND IDEAS ARE APPRECIATED! Enjoy this next little bit! :)

Scars? Hehehe… I see she's been touched by the world and it's teachings… Hmm… She's been knocked out for a while… This is soooooo booooring...

Joker picked up the phone,

"Send one of the guys to her room in about two or three hours. Just to give our little Rapunzel some time to herself… hehehe…"

Katelle was in the room, lying on the floor still, unconscious, but somehow, still thinking… Why did this happen? You volunteered for this dummy! NO! STOP! You go AWAY! Ugh… I did do this to myself… but… ugh… I just don't know… My head hurts…

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Two men were walking down the hallway, one on the way to see The Joker.

"Why does he want you to kill her?" said the younger of the two.

"I dunno! I don't even think about questioning him anymore." Said the muscular one.

"Why do you think then?"

"She's been knocked out for a few days and he's got no use for her! Or he's bored AGAIN! That's probably it! Just don't think about it too much."

"But he's throwing away perfectly good entertainment! And a plus is that she's an eighteen year old girl, and who knows if Joker has gotten any in a while."

"Any what?" The Joker said appearing from behind a door with a smile. "Enough chat," he smiled again. "Which one of you is going in?"

"Me sir." Said the more muscular man.

The Joker laughed a high pitched laugh.

"Oh! Not nosey over here?" he said throwing a pocket knife at the muscular one while staring at the younger one.

"Now, just use this knife. And if I see or hear one gunshot…" he ran his thumb across his neck. "Got it?" he grinned.