'Sup kids.
I just wanted to apologize for the short chapters. I see people writing multiple K chapters, and I'm just not at that level yet but I'm working on it. This chapter is especially short, and I felt like this would be the appropriate time to say sorry for the length. But I hope everyone is still enjoying the story!
Hugs and hand grenades!
~ King Noodle
Joker's P.O.V.
"Get 'em now while you have the chance!"
The two guards that were escorting her down an empty hallway back to her lovely cell seemed to be paying more attention to getting her locked back up instead of her herself. Seeing that this was probably going to be her best chance, she slowly slipped herself back out of the straightjacket, careful not to make too much noise with the buckles.
She hadn't really needed her handsome doctor to take it off for her, but she just loved seeing how far she could push him. How far she could make him go against what he believes and has been taught his whole life. Oh, how she loved breaking him and reworking him into something better, something even more beautiful.
"Stop thinking about the damn doctor and stab these guards with the pen already!" the always angry voice shouted.
Grumbling quietly, she dropped the straightjacket onto the floor, taking the pen the doctor had so conveniently left out for her and lunging for the closest guard. She went for his eyes first, digging the tip of the pen around his skull before making a cut across the unluck fellow's neck and letting him fall to the floor with a heavy thud.
"Stop!" the other guard managed to get out before she pounced on him.
She repeatedly plunged the pen into his chest after tackling him to the floor, setting the tip against his forehead and leaning her entire body weight into putting it through the bone. Sitting back up, she huffed a breath of air between her lips. She dipped a finger into one of the dead guard's many wounds, painting a big smile across his face with his own blood, repeating the same action with the other guard.
"Don't forget to stop by storage and get your clothes!" the overly happy voice piped up.
"Forget the clothes, just get out of here! You have plenty more back at the hideout," another argued.
"But-but they took my favorite suit and cane! We gotta get 'em back!" it whined.
Sighing and pushing the voices from her mind - as much as she could for right now - she turned toward the direction of the patient storage, realizing that they had, in fact, confiscated her favorite outfit and cane.
Taking off, she almost made it to storage before the alarms started going off. Red lights flashed above every doorway, and a woman came over the P.A. system stating that the asylum had a code red.
Pushing her way inside storage, she giggled, "Awe, they have an alert just for me! They really must do like me!"
Finding her crates fairly quickly - they had The Joker spray painted in large, messy green letters across the side - she made quick work of her time, getting the crates open and dressed in her new clothes in no time.
"Ah, that's much better," she smiled, grabbing her cane before sneaking back out of the room and down the hall to one of the concealed emergency exits. No one except staff was supposed to know that these doors even existed, but she's probably been in and out of this place longer than any of the staff have been working here. She practically owned this place, this was her home away from home. It was hers, to come and go as she pleased.
Even though the asylum was under a code red alert, these emergency exits were supposed to be open. You just had to know the correct code, and of course she knew it. She had all of the codes, passwords, everything memorized.
Tapping the hidden keypad next to what looked like blank wall, there was a quiet puff of air as the door began to ascend. She glanced down either end of the hallway, making sure that she was still alone. Once the door was up, she slipped outside, the door quickly falling shut behind her.
Raising her arms, she inhaled deeply, "Mm, fresh air! A luxury and foreign thing to those suffering inside these damned walls!"
Striding down to the fence, she made a beeline for the chink she had made not too long after her first admission to the institution.
"It's amazing how they still haven't found it!"
"It's good that they still haven't found it, dimwit."
"Why don't you all just shut up, and let's have some real fun," she cackled, disappearing into the trees around the asylum just as the guards were swarming the outside grounds.