Chp 9
I woke up, I was still int the small brightly lit room, The Joker was kneeling over me.
"hue..." The joker huffed, "I was hoping you'd be out more than ten minuets, but we'll make do." He pulled me up into a sitting position and held his knife toward my throat again, Now I could see, that Uncle Jim was standing in the doorway, along with Jennie, Batman was standing toward the side.
"Get me my jacket," Joker ordered to my uncle, so Jim obliged running down the hallway getting the purple jacket I dreaded looking at. He came back in and handed it to him. He stood up placing me right against his foot which was wearing his steel toed boot I had tried to crush at the party. He slid the jacket on over his shoulders and slid his gloves on over his hands, then he pulled a gun out of his side pocket. He then shot the Batman, and pulled me up and did a fast walk toward the door. Pulling me along, he held the gun to my head and shoved through Jennie and Jim. I could tell Batman wasn't dead nor paralyzed, but he was just knocked over, so joker had to get done what he had to get done in a matter of time. I tried to slow him down by not walking, but he just kept pulling me along anyway. We walked past the waiting room and down the long hallway, Everybody moved out of our way, He took a set of keys off of the wall and started unlocking some cells. People started walking out of them, they were all schizos. He pulled me out of the front door of the building, which was surrounded by cops and swats. He pulled me up against him and held the gun up against the side of my head. He started walking toward the side, and there was a dark van, that wasn't a SWAT van, or a police car, and it swerved up in front of us, he quickly opened up the sliding side door and threw me in, he jumped in behind me, then loudly shut it behind him. The van was being shot at as we drove down the road, it was already dark out, but it was 6pm. He quickly grabbed my head and tied a black cloth around my eyes so I couldn't see where we were going, security purposes I supposed. I was extremely nervous shaking in my seat. I felt the Joker put his arm around me.
"No worries," He said, I heard the smile in his voice. He pulled me up against his shoulder. "It's all part of the plan," he mocked, "I'm not a man with many morals, but I do have one. Anything that can go wrong, will." He put his cold rubbery glove around my bare arm, he then moved it up to my short white sleeve and rubbed it back down. I waited as we started to slow down turning a corner, then the van stopped, He pulled me out, and into another vehicle and shoved me into the back seat and slid in again next to me.
"Your being extra quiet today," He noted, I twitched a little bit.
"Why should I talk?" I asked in a ticked off voice. I wasn't the nicest of people and when you pissed me off, you would know.
"Let's not get hasty," he stated patting my arm with his glove. For some reason this reminded me of the The Phantom of The Opera. Only I was some weird version of Christine and the Joker was the Phantom, only I'm more like the book. If someone breaks out into The Music of the Night I will seriously scream. Only difference is, I'm already am the property of the Joker, Erik never "branded" Christine, I'm kind of surprised he didn't either. He combed his hand though my hair and down my shoulder to my arm that said Joker on it, then he ran his hand slowly over the word. It still hurt so I winced a bit.
"That hurt?" he asked me moving his hand away from my arm.
"A little bit," I admitted leaning against the back of the seat. I was practically sitting on my hands, what else was suppose to do, I couldn't see anything or go anywhere. The car stopped and we sat there for a moment, anxiety was closing in as he rubbed his finger up and down my arm slowly, I could tell he was thinking.
"Hmm..." he hummed. We sat there another moment, then he moved out of the car, he then pulled me by my arm out of the car. He threw me over his shoulder, he was really strong, he started walking, I really couldn't do much so I didn't fuss. I heard a door open and we walked in, and someone shut the door behind us. We walked further I could tell there was a light on because I could see light seeping through. We walked through another door and I was set down on the ground.
"Damn," I heard him swear, I heard him pacing. "What to do, what to do, what to do?" He came back over to me and whipped the black cloth off of my face. I could see I was in a fairly large room on the floor. It was darkly lit, security I guessed. All of the windows where boarded up, there was one off to the left in front of me and two on the wall to my right. The walls were a dark sickly purple, I wonder why, and a few black leather chairs and sofas. I guess I didn't notice he was still kneeling in front of me because my head was turned to the side. He stroked the back of his rubbery glove down the side of my face, and I was oddly... in some way... enjoying it. Maybe it was the thrill of being with a psychopathic, homicidal, serial killing clown, or could it possibly...nah, it couldn't be that. I was nervous, he was kneeling on one knee right in front of me while I was sitting cross legged on the chocolate-brown colored carpet, I looked at his eyes, dark hazel, with a hints of gray and green. His eyes where almost demonic looking, twisted by his past I suppose, but something in them gentle, not like a normal serial killers eyes looked like, it almost looked like he wanted something he couldn't have, was it me? I doubt it, but maybe he wanted some emotion from me he wasn't getting.
"You have me," I said leaning my back against the wall that was behind me, "what do you want?" I wanted to know, this was bugging me a lot. I sat on my hands, really no where else to sit, he rubbed his hands down my face and held my chin, not like before, more gently. He rubbed his thumb below my mouth. He did this for anther moment, I could tell he was thinking because his eyes where rolling back into his head, like he was debating or just looking back to see what he wanted to do.
"Haven't decided yet," he replied finally after about a minuet of silence. He stood up and paced, popping his lips, holding chin with his hand. I tried to flip my hair back from out in front of my face blowing on it and trying to move it, this was hard, imagine how hard it would be to try to go to the bathroom like this. He skipped back over to me.
"I still haven't made up my mind yet, I'm still debating," he started, kneeling don then sitting beside me. I just then started looking more carefully at him, he couldn't be too much older than Jordan, maybe thirty, but not too much older. He turned me so my back was leaning against his arm. My head was leaning back against his shoulder, it was a rather comfortable position, except for my arms. He was sitting like a child his legs spread out like he was playing "roll the ball." I shifted so my feet were crossed over in front of me and laid more comfortably. He shifted again so that he could put his arm around me. This for some reason felt almost...what's the word...right. I felt his purple jacket behind me and the scratchy material down my arm. I lifted my head a little bit then set it back down. That damn piece of hair was in my face still, it was annoying, so I started blowing at it again. He reached over and moved it out of my face. I could hear him licking the inside of his mouth, I figured because of his scars, he had to do it. We sat like that for what felt like an endless hour, he was thinking a whole time because I heard him make small comments and tapping his hands. It was somewhat nice though, I mean I wasn't being hurt or raped or anything like that, it was just nice, I don't remember having a nice sit down like this with Tyler.
"I still don't know yet," he mumbled to me, he gently sat me up and started to untie my hands, I was leaning a bit forward. "I do know one thing he started, licking his lips, "These are coming off." He took a knife and slid it between my two hands and cut the material. I pulled my hands in front of me and rubbed my wrist, they were beat red and had marks of where the bonds where. He took his jacket and gloves off and threw them to the side. He leaned me back against him again. I moved the hair from in front of my face.
"We're not so different," he started leaning his head back against the wall, "you and I." he closed his eyes for a moment, I leaned forward and took a pony tail from out of my pocket and put my hair up, it was seriously annoying me. I sat there crossing my legs Indian style in front of me and leaned forward holding my head with my hands which were cropped up by my legs. He sat forward and patted my back and sat like me. I sat up again and rubbed my hands down my face. I thought about that for a second, We're not so different. It started to grow on me, and it was true, we weren't so different.
"No," I said turning my head so I could see his face, " not by much at least." I mean, I've never tried to kill anyone but myself, and I was a chick, and I don't wear clown makeup, but that's about it. That's not too different I guess.
"Glad you see what I mean," he answered. I set my hand gently on the floor. I noticed nobody was there but us. Just me and the Joker. I looked around to make sure I wasn't fooling myself.
"Nobody's here," I said aloud, I wasn't meaning to say it aloud, but it slipped out of my thought bubble and into the air.
"Uh," he looked around then remembered something, "nope, I think they're out buying more ammo." I then started thinking about Tyler, I missed him, My father, My mom, and my brothers terribly. I turned my head and a tear ran down my face, I wondered how scared they'd be right now, and how worried they were, then I remembered Jennie, she mustn't be handling it well. I hope she's not trying to do anything to hasty, like trying to hang herself or something. A few more tears ran from my eyes down onto the carpet. I rubbed my hand down my arm with the scars, it hurt especially when a tear landed right in the crease of the R. He noticed, and he wrapped his arms tightly around my waist, and pulled me closer to him. I tried to pull away, and tears started flowing more rapidly. He wrapped his hand tighter around my waist and pulled me up against his chest. I didn't know what to do beside nothing, he was stronger than I was.
"Don't get upset," He whispered into my ear, he wrapped his legs around mine. "I'm not going to hurt you," He tried to reassure. I turned my head the opposite way.
"It's not that," I said my voice quivering because of the tears coming out of my eyes. I glanced up at the white ceiling, "Just thinkin' about how my family, Tyler, and Jennie are coping, I don't think Jennie is taking it very well, or Tyler, especially for that matter." I wiped a tear from under my eyes.
"So," He started licking his lips again, "it's not the fact that your nervous or scared?" I turned back at him. I thought for a second.
"Those to," I answered, I wiped more tears from my eyes and he leaned me against his chest. He brushed my pony tail out with one of his large hands.
"If you weren't I would wonder about you," he said, brushing my hair back at a grueling pace. I felt his hand slide down the side of my face, it was dry against my wet tears. He let go of my waist and stood up. I slowly followed behind trying to catch my balance. I was kind of surprised by now that I hadn't had a seizure or breakdown or something. He slowly walked over to the television, which I hadn't noticed, and turned it on. I slowly followed him over to the sofa which was almost directly in front of it, I sat at the opposite edge. I watched as the news came on, figures I'd be the top story, again. I watched as they interviewed th different nurses and my family, including Tyler, Mom, Dad, Jim, and Harvey. I started crying I could see how worried they really are. I really started crying though when I saw Tyler.
"I miss her," Tyler started, I could see a small tear forming at the edge of his eye, and he wasn't the type of guy who would cry, "I really truly love her, and I feel horrible to let anything happen to her." I missed Tyler now more than ever, I felt like we were a world apart, like I was dragged down to hell. Then I thought back to earlier when I was leaning against the joker, and I felt even more horrible. How could I do this to Tyler of all people? I can't believe that I let that maniac draw me in. I looked away from the television and curled up on my side of the couch. I felt my contact fall out of my eye.
"Dammit," I swore trying to find it, this isn't the first time this happened to me. I looked around for my contact.
"What's wrong?" he asked, he sounded somewhat annoyed.
"Lost my contact," I answered looking down on my lap and patting down on the sofa. He gave a small Chuckle.
"Yeah, umm..." He laughed a bit, "I took your spare pair of glasses out of your drawer for when I would actually do this, they're in the bathroom." He got up and grabbed my hand and pulled me over to a small beige and blue bathroom with a small stand in shower, a toilet, and a vanity sink. He opened the drawer on the side of the sink, and handed me my stylish pair of black and purple glasses with an aluminum frame and a half rim. I took my other contact out and threw it away, then I put the glasses on.
"Why don't you wear your glasses a lot?" He asked leaning back against the sink crossing his arms. I thought for a moment.
"I don't like the way I look," I replied pushing the glasses so they sat comfortably.
"I think you look fine," he added in. That was actually nice to hear, even from him, I don't get that a lot from people. I leaned one hand on the sink and faced him. He gently laid his hand on top of mine, I looked down at it. Then I thought about my glasses.
"How'd you know about my glasses, hidden in my sock drawer," I asked looking back up at his face.
"I've been watching you and Tyler closely," he started grabbing my other hand with his, and turning to face me. He interlaced his fingers around mine, "I watched you more closely, your interesting." He looked down at the floor swinging my hand in his, "not completely 'normal'," he made quotes with his fingers which were still interlaced with mine,looked back up at my face.
"I'm not normal," I added in, I knew I wasn't completely "normal," but what is "normal anyway?
"No," he added, "not at all, I mean certain things you do are predictable, but a lot of other things aren't, so, I decided I was going to run you through some tests." He took a small step closer to me.
"What where these tests?" I asked becoming very uncomfortable.
"Well," he started looking up at the ceiling, "the party was a big test, to see exactly how you'd react to certain things. Uh, then there was when I submitted that video. Then was when I saw you at the hospital, and so on and so forth."
"How where you able to keep yourself so secretive about it?" I asked, I took a step back.
"My secret was almost blown actually," He started pinning my hand down to the sink, and hold my other hand tighter. I became very uncomfortable, " I had killed someone to keep my 'stalk' secret." I knew what he meant, Tyler's father knew, and was going to keep us safe, so, he killed him. I tried to pull away, but he dragged me closer to him he quickly put his hands around my waist.
"Why'd you have to kill Brendon?" I asked trying to push myself away. He smiled and grabbed the back of my neck with one hand and pushed on one of my pressure points to stop me from moving.
"If he wouldn't have died,"He said with a smile on his face, "I wouldn't have been able to run any of my tests." By now my hands where at my sides and he had let go. He laughed a bit, I twisted my head down to the side and looked at the tiled floor. He pulled my face back up with a finger, and looked in my eyes. We heard the a door open and looked in the direction of it, it of course was one of his men.
"Hey boss," I man said taking off a mask with a red smile that looked like it was laughing and blue streaks on it's face that looked like army paint. He had brown short hair and a tan face, he couldn't have been much older than me. Joker walked out of the small bathroom and over to the man. I stood there for a second and looked at the floor, pushing my glasses back up to my face. They were talking in hushed tones so I wasn't able to hear them. I heard my name and looked over, Joker gestured for me to come over, so I did.
"Do you know who this is?" he asked me turning me toward the man with the brown hair and a tan face. He was a few inches or so taller than Joker, who was about a half a foot taller than me. I looked closer at the person an I started to remember seeing him somewhere. I looked for about another minuet when t hit me.
"Jeffery..."I started looking up at his face, "Jeffery DiMarcus, Drum major my seventh and eighth grade year." I looked down at the floor.
"Right," He answered, "and I remember you too, we were best friends until I went off to college, which I was kicked out of. I remember Ciara, you section leader told me you had a crush on me then." I looked away embarrassed. It was true of course, when I was in middle school.
"How'd you end up here?" I asked, although it may be none of my business.
"I got kicked out of college and home, so I needed to find a way to get money, and one day I bumped into him and we started talking, and he started helping me." He answered. I looked back at the Joker who was now standing behind me. He held his arms around my waist and I crossed my arms above them. I heard his lick the inside of his mouth again, it doesn't bother me, it's just a strange habit I should get use to, by the way it looks. Joker let go and sat down on the sofa.
"Why don't you sit Chuckles." He said to Jeff. Joker just pulled me down next beside him by my arm. Jeff sat in the chair that was somewhat facing the sofa. Joker wrapped his arm around my side and pulled me closer to him. It actually didn't bother me that he had his arm around me, cause Jordan does the same thing, only when we're watching a scary movie, and I guess this is my own personal NIGHTMARE.
CHuCkLeS: JEFFERY STOLE MY NAME!!!!!! Only he doesn't know how to make it nearly as cool.
Joker: Hey, I had nothing to do with that, that was all you.
CHuCkLes: Oh, yes, if you want to read the story from Joker's POV It's my story Man of The Hour. It's not even near as far as this story, but I'm triying right now I'm gonna try to get it this far, so there maybe a few more chapters of this in the next week though, but I'm trying to get the Man of The Hour up to this point, but if I happen to get writer's block there will be more Steal Away Chapters.
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