On with the show!!!!!!!!! Here is chapter 9 my little cherubs!!!!!!!!!!!!

Let us see what Joker has up his sleeve!

Joker: uh knives, grenades, cards…

Me: no no no hon……it was rhetorical

I'm about to explain

a-That someone is losing their brain

Hey, madness, madness, I call it gladness, yee-ha-ha-ha

----Cecil Campbell

"Does it hurt sweetheart? All those years of guilt just eating away at you. Alienating yourself from the people you thought you loved, but now despise you? People shrinking back in fear like your some kind of monster?" He said angrily.

Each word he said brought agony to my heart.

"Does it hurt…to know that you are just…like…me."

He turned my head toward his other hand that was holding my file. It was a picture. A police photograph of Megan's body. Her ghostly pallor brought shivers down my spine. Although it wasn't the first time I saw her lifeless form.

Flashback

I am sitting on the edge of the ambulances back door, a little banged up, but otherwise fine. Well, physically speaking. My parents were on their way here. So were…Megan's.

Tears continually poured down my face. They just wouldn't stop. I knew she was gone. It was my fault. I glanced over to the heap of scrap that my dad's car had become, only to regret it instantly. They were pulling Megan's body out. Two men pulled out her bloody figure onto a gurney. There was a huge gash in her head where it had smashed into the window. I tried to keep from vomiting, and looked away. I had killed my best friend. Killed.

Only minutes later my parents and Megan's pulled up. Mrs. Foster and her husband were both in tears. And Mrs. Foster's tears turned into frantic sob as she saw the body bag containing the remains of her daughter. My parents rushed to me with looks of horror and disappointment……not of concern. But my attention was not on them, but on the Fosters. They looked at me with such….pain. I can't even describe it. Their faces were twisted into several emotions: sadness, anger, agony, and perhaps the most awful one…fear.

End Flashback

"You know…I never would have uh pinned you for a killer." He said, his voice gradually dilapidating into almost a whisper. "I mean, you hide your true self so well…don't you my little Harmony?"

"I'm not a killer." I answered slowly.

"Oh yes you are…you can't hide yourself from me. I know what you are. They don't, no….no but I do."

The pain that was ripping through me was so intense. It's like I could FEEL my soul ripping apart. I was surprised however, that I wasn't crying.

"All of the…bad things you have done, that" he paused and licked his lips," that's you."

The bad things. I knew what he was talking about. I had always had a knack for trouble. Before that night I had done my share of illegal activities. I broke into houses…stole money…done plenty of drugs, and had a couple of fights and public disturbances on my record too. My name had a good share of headlines in the paper. That was another reason we had moved to Gotham. My family was sick of it. My father has even been the cop that apprehended me on one occasion. My parents did all they could to try and make me into a goodgirl. Therapy, youth rehab, and now they thought spending a few days with dad at the station would make me see how my bad choices were going to put me in prison. Well it didn't help. Nothing did. I didn't want it to. I didn't care. I liked----

Whoa whoa whoa!!!!! What just happened?..........why am I thinking that way?????!!!!!

The Joker seemed to notice my spacing off, and didn't like it.

"Hey! I'm talking to you. Don't look away from me. EVER!" He yelled as he shook my arm painfully.

"Ow! Jeez! I was listening I just….spaced off." I said more annoyed than scared at his sudden outburst.

Huh………not scared……..weird.

He seemed to believe me and his face became relaxed again.

"So were uh all your little mischievous activities a way to get back at your parents or something? Hmmm?" He said calmly.

Were they? I mean…why did I do all that stuff?

Well at the time I thought it was…fun.

"I….uh….I don't know." I answered truthfully. His eyes were on me, but mine were focused on the dirty floor.

"Don't lie to me." He said plainly.

I kept my head down and said nothing.

"Did you do those things because they were…ennnjoyable?" He started to circle me as he spoke.

"I bet you enjoyed it….feels good to break the rules doesn't it?" He said, assuming my answer was yes.

He then stopped in his tracks and whispered in my ear.

"You don't have to pretend anymore. I know the truth. You know the truth. You have so much….so much potential…all you have to do is release the chaos."

So short I know!!!!! But I felt like it was a good place to end it there. Intense though is it not?! My next chapter is going to be longer and will be updated VERY soon.

Joker: How soon is very soon?

Me: Uhhh…….I dunno just soon

Joker: Soon as in a few days? Few hours? Couple of minutes?

Me: I DON'T KNOW JUST SOON!

Joker: Ok sheesh…..I just wanted to know how much time I had to go play with Batsy before I have to make an appearance again.

Me:????????????? Batsy………really?

Joker: *flicks out knife*

Me: Ok! Ok! Go…play with…Batsy

Joker: *Grins*