"Ugh, make it stop," I groaned sitting up.
"How do you feel?" Crane asked.
"Like I was hit by freight trains you bastard," I replied, rubbing my head.
This had become a daily routine: me waking up to Crane asking how I feel after spiking me with something, me bad mouthing him, and then the Joker bursts in asking for the names.
"So will you talk or what?" said Joker, opening the door; timing impeccable.
"No, not really, and I'm surprised I haven't forgotten them because I'M SO HIGH!" I yelled, feeling really doped.
"You are quite right, this is obviously going no where, so I thought a little surprise, might loosen your tongue," Joker said menacingly.
"Oh dear god, not another surprised, I'm positively ecstatic," I said sarcastically.
"Oh wait till you see it, come on," Joker said, grabbing my arm and dragging me along.
It wasn't as bad as the first day, but it could've been better. I took a head dive down a flight of stairs but other than that it was just peachy.
"Here we are," teased Joker shoving me into a room that was empty except for a chair and TV set.
"Oh joy, America's past time: watching TV," I said, really sounding doped.
"I do believe you'll love this show though," Joker said switching on the TV.
It was a picture of my high school, but what is he thinking.
"Now watch and be amazed," said Joker, who clicked play on the DVD player.
The image shook, and some one was snickering in the background. Then a click and part of the school burst into flame and was blown sky high. Insane laughter broke out at that point, leaving only one person responsible.
"You sick, twisted, murder happy clown!" I yelled.
"Now what did I say about that?" Joker asked, flipping out a switch knife.
"Yes but now I'm taking the wheel!" I shouted.
I didn't know if it was the drug, or my subconscious untainted mind, I felt like nothing more than jumping right into that knife.
"Oh really how?" he asked.
I moved quickly, and grabbed his hand holding the knife and plunged it into my gut. It was pain, but brief pain. I chocked up some blood and felt it trickle down from my lips.
"A surprise," I whispered, before everything went dark.
I'm dead, I'm dead; I died, I'm gone I died and moved on. But this was just hopeful thinking. I was very much alive, and very sore. I blinked a few times and became aware that my hands were cuffed back together.
"Stupid clown," I muttered, knowing it was all his idea to have me chained down like a dog.
I looked around; I was in the same puke-yellow room from the first day. There was junk littering the floor, and lucky for me, there was a paper clip. To most, a paper clip in this situation is useless; but to me, it's a key to anything. I twisted and scooted my way over to it so I could pick it up, and after awhile of striving; I finally felt the cool metal on my fingers. I got it in my hand and blindly put it in the lock of the cuffs. Just then the door burst open, and Joker waltzed in.
"That was quite a stunt you pulled," he said, fuming.
"I told you, I was taking the wheel," I retorted.
"But you're still alive so your little stunt wasn't too successful: now was it?" Joker implored
"I think it was," I replied, "it obviously got under your skin that I took you out of control and went outside of your little 'plan'!"
"Oh really,?" Joker pursued.
I finally picked the lock on the handcuffs, and they came off, but I kept my hands behind my back.
"Yeah," I retorted, "you don't like it when something goes wrong,"
"WRONG!" Joker yelled, jumping down to me, and grabbing my neck in a strong vice grip, "I love, love it when something goes wrong, even in my own plans. Cause then its in anarchy, and I work best in anarchy. You wanna know why?"
It was getting hard to breathe, and my eyes were going in and out of focus.
"Its because I'm an agent of chaos," Joker said, letting me go.
I coughed, and I nearly grabbed my throat but didn't.
"That's all fine and dandy," I said, knowing I was pushing my luck, "but you still don't like that I turned your own plan against you, instead of ruining it completely."
He jumped me again, and had a knife in my mouth faster than I could blink.
"Ohhh you are a clever little fox; aren't you? But you know what," Joker said, taking the blade out of my mouth, "it doesn't work on me."
He suddenly took the knife and deftly flicked across my arm, leaving a deep cut. It hurt and I felt it go through to the muscle, and the blood coming down my arms was warm. Tears welled up in my eyes, but I didn't dare let a scream or even gasp of pain escape my lips.
"SCREAM FOR ME GOD DAMN IT!" Joker yelled, kicking the new wound.
I gasped and yelped but didn't scream; I wasn't giving him the satisfaction. Instead I jumped up suddenly.
"You're not going any where," Joker said, holding up the knife, it still had blood on it.
"Oh really?" I asked.
I grabbed his hand and using my other hand, pushed up on the joint in the wrist. He yelled, and dropped the knife. I dove for it, and then scrambled back up and ran off.
"STOP THAT GIRL!" Joker yelled.
"Oh sweet memories," I said, remembering the chase at the school, as I ran once again from Satan himself.