Chapter 10

I just helped kill almost a dozen people...then I put the icing on the maniacal cake by threatening to cut a criminal mastermind and notorious clown's eye out.

And now I was playing cards.

"Ehhhh, go fish!" The Joker cackled, "better yet, go drown in a fishing hole! Ha ha!"

I picked up a card from the pile on the table, and put it in my hand.

"Any Aces, ace?" He asked, slyly. Pissed, I chucked my ace at him.

"Got any Jokers?"

"You mean besides ME?" The Joker grinned, "Nope, NADA!"

Incredible. We were playing a freakin' game of Go Fish, and he was close to hysterics. I refused to admit I was almost ready to laugh along with him. I went to reach for another card from the deck, but as an afterthought threw my hand down on the table instead, causing half of it to slide to the floor.

"Why the HELL are we playing cards, man? This is ridiculous, it's stupid! It's -

"Fun?" The Joker interrupted as my voice went higher and higher.

"Yea, maybe." I grudgingly admitted, before grabbing a random soda can off the cluttered floor, chucking it at his head. He retaliated by throwing something back at me, but hey I expected nothing less.

"OW! Damn it! Was that a...a ROCK??" I exclaimed, picking the offending object off the floor. I rubbed my temple, tossing the big black lump right back at him.

"Actually...it's coal. Santa decided I was being a bad boy."

I let out a dramatic sigh, "you're annoying," I stated

The Joker hooked his foot around the leg of my chair, and yanked forwards, sending me crashing to the floor., "Why thank you!" He exclaimed, faking a girlish swoon.

I ignored it, no matter how...disturbing it was.

"You're TRYING to give me brain damage!"

"Well yes," He said innocently, rising from his own chair to loom over me, "I can't have you becoming sane on me all of a sudden, can I? Gotta keep that brain cell count nice and low." He nodded solemnly, as if sad about it.

I got up off the floor, and as some strange act of kindness put the chair right side up also.

"Oh, so you want our IQ's to match then. I see."

He cackled.

"Nah, I'm done hurting you...for now. I'm bored, lets go find someone to harass, er, torture."

He headed out the door again, and that's when I decided there would be no real chill time living with this guy. But what did I care, my previous living arrangements were definitely no better.