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Wakey, Wakey.
I knew I was dreaming.
I was stuck in the same relentless dream; the dress, the clock, The Joker and the flames. Only this time the flames didn't last. Something put them out… something… wet…
I jolted out of my dream to discover to my absolute distaste that I was soaked. I was confused until I heard the endless cackling of the Joker, who was standing beside me with a now empty glass that I assumed previously held water. He walked away and placed the glass on a dresser, still in a fit of giggles.
"You were-ah screaming in your sleep," He explained, "it was uh annoying."
I felt the slow throb of a headache starting in at the back of my head. It was then that all the recent events flooded back into my memory. He kidnapped me. He hit me in the back of the head… and kidnapped me! I narrowed my eyes. And he called me Addisyn.
"You bastard!" I shrieked as I lunged at him; tackling him. We both landed on the floor with a loud thud. Joker was cackling as I attempted to inflict physical harm to him by punching his chest. This didn't last long; he got up and hauled me back over to the bed, tossing me back onto it.
"You're uh a feisty one," He smacked his lips; "I like that." He giggled again as he headed back toward a door I could only guess was the exit.
I glared at his back as he exited the room. Friggin' psychotic clown-man. Since when did giggling like the Pillsbury Doughboy become badass? I crossed my arms over my chest and sulked. Well, escaping was most likely impossible at the moment, I had heard the click of the locks on the door after he left. So the only thing left to do was take in my surroundings and plot.
This was a surprisingly nice bedroom. I would've thought it was a five star hotel room if not for the odd-homey feel. The bed was plush and queen-sized, with an elegant dark wood headboard that matched with the dresser, nightstands and vanity. The main theme of the room appeared to be deep purple with ancient gold and green trimmings wherever appropriate. I narrowed my eyes as I noticed the china-face clown doll lying in the seat of a plush chair. I scoffed and got off the bed to explore further into the room. Next to the dresser was another door, I opened it only to discover it was a simple walk-in closet. Next was another door set near the bed. It was a bathroom that followed the same theme as the bedroom colors.
I walked over to the vanity and examined it; there were scattered tubes of various makeups and such. I sighed and plopped back down on the bed. I pondered as I stared up at the ceiling.
Onward to plotting. . .
My mind wondered over various scenarios; anywhere from shooting the makeup liquid from the tubes into his eyes to blind him and then running like hell; to trying to bust a hole through the wall to escape through. Though the latter option was most likely not possible unless I turned into the Hulk…
I frowned to myself. Even if I by miracle managed to escape—I had no idea where I was. I had to be somewhere near Gotham City… Joker had to be somewhere conveniently close to the city he terrorizes. Especially with the gas prices these days. . .
I would just have to ride this out. Obviously, if his intentions were to just kill me, I'd be dead already. So, I would just have to see what his reason even was to take me from my home, and then when the opportune moment came; I would make my escape.
I heard the doorknob turning and sat upright on the bed. Jokers head poked through, he wore his usually grin as he came through the door with something in his hand. I stood up and froze when I heard growling. The Joker snickered as I discovered the source of the growling; next to him on a leash was a huge black dog. After stepping completely into the room and shutting the door behind him, he unhooked the leash. He took a step toward me and my immediate reaction was to flinch away, this caused the huge dog to jump toward me with his teeth bared and a low growl. I took a slower, careful step back and scowled.
"Sheesh. Easy there, Lassie."
The Joker scoffed, "His name is Benji." I raised an eyebrow at him but he turned back toward the door. Any other time I would've welcomed his exit, but he was forgetting something.
"Hey wait! Where do you think you're going? Don't leave me here with Kujo!"
He turned around with a wide grin, "Frankly, my dear, I don't give ah damn!" he exclaimed and exited dramatically.
I blinked and sat down on the bed.
…
Am I seriously being held captive by a psychotic homicidal clown that quotes 'Gone with the Wind' and has a vicious man-eating dog named Benji?
I had a bit of fun writing this one. Hope you all enjoyed! Please be sure to review. ;)
~ Peace of Heart
