Chapter 8
After screaming out a few more curse words and hate for the Joker to herself, Nichole crawled her way into the bathroom, shutting the door behind her, with her foot.
She needed to stop all the blood leaking out of her, in her various cuts. She didn't want to end up bleeding to death because she decided to curl up into a ball and cry.
No I have to be strong and try and survive this situation, rather then just pity myself. She tried to motivate herself.
She used the counter to stand herself up slowly to look at the damage. She had to rest her weight on one leg, due to the other in pain from the wood impaling it.
Her neck was filled with cuts, bruises, bite marks, and hickeys. Her arms had minor cuts and splinters from the chair breaking yesterday. Her leg had that one large cut on it. Her sensative area had stopped bleeding at that point, thank god. She wouldn't know how to cure it.
The back of her neck was healing, but there was something strange to her about that cut.
The odd square shaped lump in the back.
She drew up her hair in one hand and began to pick at her cut. The cut opened and blood began to rain down on her fingers, but she didn't care. There was a square inside her that needed to come up. She picked and picked at her wound making it larger until her fingers felt a strange metal object. She pulled out of her neck with a small yelp, a square device.
She examined the blood stained square metal object.
It looked like one of those chips you placed in an animal to track where they are...
So this is how he found me. That son of a bitch planted a bug in me. Damn it!
She took the square and chucked it into the toilet and flushed it. She watched it circle around a few times till it lost the battle and went down the pipe.
Sucess. You fucking asshole! Try to find me now when I escape now!
She smiled putting a hand to the back of her neck to stop all the blood. She had just saved herself. If she was going to escape again. Which she planned on doing, she would at least now be able to hide somewhere safe, without the Joker knowing where she was.
If she were to escape, she would run as fast as she could to Tom's house and stay hidden there untill the Joker was caught or enough time passed by that he would have forgotten about her.
The disgust in her stomach remained, but it hit here right there and then. She empitied her stomach into the toliet, feeling so appalled at what the Joker did to her.
He had groped her like an animal.
As if she was not even human to him, but an object.
She still could feel his fingers inside of her tearing up her very being and crumbling the walls she had saftly built around her to live out her life with pride.
She rested her head against the side of the toliet for some time, not feeling strong enough to move.
Evetually, she was able to get up after one more round of vomit and turned the sink on running her hand under the water and bringing the water up to the back of her neck to wash it. She did the same thing with her leg's cuts, her arm's cuts and then she moved to her mouth. She just stuck her head under the water, mouth open, and gathered enough water in her mouth to swish it around.
The mixture of blood and water tasted like pennies and...well...water.
She spit the water out peering at her tongue. A straight slit was across it near the tip, and the roof of her mouth had a gash in it.
I doubt the Joker would have anything that could help my wounds. He doesn't seem like a "first aid" kinda guy. She sighed, looking around the very dirty bathroom.
Looking over at the shower, I can wait for a shower... She thought looking at all the dirt marks in it and the clump of hair clogging the drain pipe.
She ripped pieces of cloth off of her shirt towards the bottom and wrapped it around her leg wound. That one started to bleed yet again and needed to be stopped.
She went back into the bedroom feeling quite better now all her cuts had been cleaned off, and her insides had stopped bleeding. But her jeans and shirt were ruined. Covered in blood and dirt and makeup, with tear marks on them.
She didn't mind or feel saddened that they were wrecked, but held fear as to what would happen if the Joker wrecked them to the point of they would no longer be able to stay on her body.
She walked over to the desk in his room, pushing aside the chair, wincing when touching the chair, as the image of what the Joker had just done to her a half hour ago popped into her head. She was disgusted, but she didn't know who to be more disgusted him or herself for letting that happen.
Well really what could I have done to stop him? I had a knife in my neck, and then later my mouth! If I had started throwing punches at him, he'd kill me and continue what he was doing with my dead body. The sicko! She thought to herself, trying to assure herself she did all she could to stop him.
Her heart rate was going back down to normal, but she had to distract her mind. She was starting to do a ton of "What if..." questions.
And also she was worrying about the future.
Tonight preferable.
When the Joker comes back what is he going to do to me?
He made it clear today he likes a little sexual intercourse. But that doesn't mean he likes Nichole. He just likes the fact he can fuck with her. If anything he were to like, would be her uses. Making him laugh by hurting her physically, toying with her mentally, and sex.
Sex, sex sex sex sex. That was the word running through her mind a million miles a minute.
She wanted, no needed to distract herself, so she decided to snoop around the Joker's desk. Surely she could keep her mind off the future, by looking through the mess on his desk. She scanned the desk top. Pictures, papers, pens, the makeup containers, a few paper clips, an audio tape recorder, and newspaper clippings.
She picked up the pictures and newspaper clippings. Most of them were of Batman, people of Gotham's police department, and many stories of crimes the Joker committed. Her eyes widened as she came across a newspaper clipping from two days ago and read it in her mind.
"Joker CRASHES Party"
"Yesterday, Bruce Wayne hosted a fund raiser for Gotham's own DA Harvey Dent, an unexpected guest showed up and he was not on the list. The Clown Prince of Crime, The Joker came in with a bang!
Threatening to kill everyone at the party. His main objective there was to kill our Harvey Dent, but Dent was not found at the time the Joker came to the party. The Batman came to the rescue at the party, but the Joker grabbed Dent's current girlfriend Rachel Dawes and threw her out the window. Batman jumped after her and saved the day.
Dent released this statement. "My trust in Batman has only gotten higher. I thank him with all my heart for saving Rachel. I don't know even want to think about what would have happened, had Batman not showed up. At this time I want to do everything in my power to get The Joker behind bars and off ours streets. He is our number one target as of now. I warn you all he is dangerous and if you see him even three blocks down, run away and lock your doors."
After The Joker threw Rachel out the window, he grabbed a women, whose name has not been released at this time, and used her as a human shield to escape the party. He then was reported to have dragged the women into his van. It is assumed this women is now dead, but police have tiny bit of hope she may be alive."
She blinked putting the paper back down.
They all assumed I was dead. Well, I guess I should be thankful I am not dead. After all the Joker is the most dangerous criminal out there at the moment. I should be thankful he found me attractive sexually...But yet i hate it. Maybe he should have just killed me. Be better then this. All this pain. One quick painless death. But he never does slow deaths...Knifes are not slow at all...Ugh I hate this! She placed a hand on her forehead wiping the sweat off of it, and then wiping her hand on her pant leg.
"I'm going to freaking kill you! I'm going to fucking murder you!" She screamed. Her anger needed to be let out.
She had never felt this much anger.
This much loss.
He had taken away her students, her dog, and threatened Tom's life.
If she ran away he might kill him.
Well....Now that the tracking device is out of me. He can't follow me. He won't find me when I escape! Perfect!
For about another hour she paced back and forth in the room. Peering out of the spaces in the boarded up windows, sitting on the bed, going back to the bathroom to check how her cuts were doing. All blood exiting her body had stopped. Thank the lord.
Though whenever she thought or had the sudden feeling of the Joker's hands on her body, she quickly went into the bathroom since she had the urge to throw up.
She was standing tracing the lines in the wall, when she heard footsteps and someone approach the door, the sound of keys jingling could be heard.
The Joker was back.
She dashed towards the bed and sat on the edge, placing her hands on her lap, staring off into space, acting like she has just been doing nothing all day but sitting around and not snooping around his room.
She heard the door open and looked up without thinking.
Her mouth, hang open so wide she thought her jaw might break off. It took everything in her power not to laugh, but the inital shock forced her laugh far down her throat.
The Joker stood there.
In a nurse outfit.
Pink lace trimmed the edges, his makeup still on and on his head lay a red short wig. She blinked.
Well the dress did suit him in an odd way.
He kept a serious face on as if his attire was not odd in any fashion or manner, keeping the door open behind him as he walked over to Nichole.
"Miss me?" He smacked his lips together. He grabbed her arm and pulled her forward and out of the room.
They were heading down the stairs as Nichole found her voice. "Where are we going?"
Out of all the things she pictured the Joker doing, wearing a dress was definitely not on her list. The Joker just ignored her and yanked her by her wrist hard to make her speed up her walk. The bruise on her wrist that already was there felt as if the blood underneath her skin was going to burst out from her pores.
He lead her outside and into a van throwing her into the back seat, then sitting next to her. This felt just like the first night she met him, being shoved into the van at gun point. Well this time he just shoved her, no gun, but in a dress. The only reason she wasn't fussing is she was sure in one of his little pockets was a knife.
The van started to drive and the Joker said no more to Nichole nor did he even look like he was currently interested in her.
How his moods change. She sighed. If they change this much I'll never be able to figure out what sets him off and what doesn't.
The van drove a few blocks until it was at Gotham General Hospital. They parked around the back. All of the men getting out except the Joker, who was looking at Nichole for the first time since yanking her out of his room.
He reached in the seat behind him pulling forward a green scrub outfit. He rushed putting it on, then putting a white surgical mask around his face.
Nichole was so confused, but she hoped he wasn't making some sick joke and going to be her "doctor". She felt sweat start to form on the back of her neck, but was relieved when he opened the door and got out, Nichole following behind him. He wouldn't do anything to her in a public hospital.
Nichole raised an eyebrow getting a better look at the hospital scene. Police cars and fire trucks were everywhere. It appeared they were evacuating the entire hospital and loading all the patients and doctors into yellow school buses.
All the men, and The Joker, with Nichole following closely behind headed to a school bus that was empty. No one was being loaded into yet. The Joker glanced around standing on the side of the bus, before withdrawing a knife a placing it at Nichole's throat as a warning sign.
She winced as he placed it directly into the knife cut he made on her throat earlier. He backed her up onto the side of the bus, leaning all his weight into her, crushing her rip cage, making it rather hard to breath. She gasped trying to get some air to her lungs, but stopped trying when she made eye contact with him and his devilish eyes.
"Now I'm going to go inside this uh hospital...and pay a little vist-tah...to Gotham's DA. While I'm in there. You stay on this bus." He pointed to the bus behind her. "And be a good little woman. If you try anything...you will regret it-tah." He licked his lips, pointing at her, taking the knife off of her. She could have easily screamed right now to get a police officers attention. But she figured by the time they came over to her she'd be dead.
His threat was the most terifying he had ever said to her, just by the tone of his voice. He could change his voice in almost an instance so it sounded almost unnatural.
The Joker glanced to his left giving one of his men a nod then headed straight towards the hospital's main entrance, and no one gave him a look. With all the hussle and bussle of getting everyone out of the hospital, no one would notice a person with unusual white skin. If he hadn't had the face mask on though people would notice.
His scars kinda stand out.
She felt someone grabbing her shoulder. She looked up to see the Joker's men shoving her into the bus. They pushed her into the seat in the way back. There were a total of three men. One sitting in the drivers seat, one in a front seat and one in the back seat across from Nichole.
She sat there for about ten minutes, staring out her window at all the police and fire department people. She was this close to freedom, this close to people that could help her escape, and she couldn't do anything, without ending up dead.
She looked up and noticed hospital patiences and doctors were being boarded onto the bus with her. Normal citizens.
The poor things have no idea they got on the wrong bus.
They didn't notice her small crying figure sitting in the back, the doctors busy helping the patiences get comfortable and settled. Some getting medication, others getting their oxygen tanks readjusted.
After a few minutes, a sudden explosion made Nichole jump. She looked out her window as the hospital was being blown up on one side only. The man that was sitting in the back across from her dashed up and headed to the front of the bus peering out the window.
"Whoa look at that!" he cheered, excitedly.
She got a sudden idea.
She looked at the emergency exit that was two feet behind her, and then to the Joker's men who were admiring the explosion. Her heart beat double time and the sweat that was on the back of her neck had moved to her forehead.
She knew this was risky but...
She jumped into the bus aisle and threw the emergency exit door, hopping out of the bus. A searing pain crossing through her body as she had put a lot of weight into her hurt leg.
She didn't care.
Pain was nothing.
She just had to get away. She ran as fast as she could away from the hospital. The intense desire to escape from the Joker fueled her energy. She felt her legs move as she told them to and they picked up a speed she did not think would be possible with her state of physical wellness.
She could hear an another explosion behind her. Curiosity got her and she turned around to see the whole building erupting into flames, and she could faintly see the Joker climbing into the bus she had escaped from.
Boy was he going to be pissed off.
She didn't care. She hoped he grew pissed.
She ran more, eventually after two minutes she went into a fast walk rather then a sprint.
The pain in her leg started to come back and she knew she was on the verge of falling over.
She saw a familiar house and walked up the front steps of it. She knocked twice, tears forming in her eyes as the door opened.
"Tom..." she cried falling forward into him. He caught her and brought her into a hug.
"Wha- Nichole!" He held her tightly against him as he lead her inside his house.
The Joker sat in the back of the bus very confused. He thought his men were going to place Nichole in the back seat, but maybe they just had her up front with them. It didn't matter. He had just corrupted Gotham's white knight, and blew up a hospital AND had hostages. Everything was going to plan.
The bus stopped the Joker's men slowly getting everyone off an into the tall building that was downtown. His plan was going to happen. The doctors and patiences were to switch clothes with his men. His men would look like the hostages, and not be harmed. The innocent were going to die. Batman would show up. Oh it was too much.
He laughed as he got off the bus. He stopped one of his men as the entered the building.
"Where's my little Nichole? She has a part to play in this plan. Her long awaited death comes today. " He licked his lips grinning.
The man's eyes widened as the sweat dripped off his forehead. "Um...boss about that."
The Joker swallowed. "What...happened..." He asked calmly, holding in his anger.
"Well...she got away...she escaped. I went up front to watch the explosion and..." But the man didn't get to finish his sentence. The Joker took out his knife and lodged it into the man's neck. Blood spattered up and hit the Joker in the face. The man chocking on his own blood falling to the ground dead. The Joker reached down pulling out his knife.
The Joker motioned one of his other men to come to him. Another man came hesitantly. The Joker placed a hand on his shoulder. "In order to get my little uh trouble maker back-kah...i need you to do something for me...I want you to find everything you know about a man named..." He pulled out a small newspaper clipping that was in his pocket and read "Tom Richards."
It was time to show Nichole to cause and effect of her escaping once more when he was not done with her.
He already told himself he was going to finish what he started...
And he was a man of his word....
She had escaped yet again another death by him. It was as if luck was on her side, and prevented each time he was about to kill her.
But he knew her luck was going to run out soon.
