A/N: Greetings fellow readers, i am glad to present the 9th installment to my story What Doesnt Kill You. Haha now that all that formal stuff is out of the way, thank you to everyone who ahs read and reviewed. PLEASE CONTNUE :]

Also HUGE thanks too my friend Smiley-the-Clown with helping me with part 2 of the suprise.

Lastly, Sorry for the not updating for almost aa week but its vacation and i am determined to get up 2 chapters Not including this one this week. so yeahhhh lol

Disclaimer: I only own little Annabelle, but she is pretty spiffy

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"When we remember we are all mad, the mysteries disappear and life stands explained."

- Mark Twain

I gripped the chair painfully, awaiting my horrible fate.

The Joker stalked towards me stealthily, like a predator hunting his prey, and I sank even farther into the chair. His face was livid and I found myself terrified.

There were tears filling my eyes but I refused to let any more fall. I wouldn't give him the satisfaction of knowing he broke me down. No I would not. Mustering up all the courage I could, I straightened up in my chair and watched him as evenly as possible.

He looked baffled for a moment at my sudden change in mood and burst into hysterical laughter. This made me fume.

" What is your fucking damage? Are you really that deranged that you can go from killing an innocent girl, to hating me, then laugh in my face?" My fists were balled up at my sides, and I had jumped out of the chair, nearly knocking it to the floor.

We were face to face now, or as close as we could be with our different heights, and I was high on adrenaline. With all the strength I had in my, I pushed the Joker to the ground. The hardwood floor met the back of his head with frighteningly fast speed and the sound of the blow echoed throughout the room. All that adrenaline found its way out of my system almost as soon as it entered and I was left helpless again.

The Joker was lying motionless on the ground but I was afraid to get any closer to him. I watched as he lay there, eyes closed and slowly breathing, but found a nagging sense of worry seem to creep into me. He had been unconscious for at least five minutes now. What if I had really hurt him? What if he died?

Part of me was perfectly content with both these options but another, less rational side, disagreed. The Joker had hurt me both physically and mentally but I couldn't help but keep falling into his charming trap.

Letting my less rational side take over, I tip-toed over to the sleeping Joker and kneeled down by his head. His scraggly green hair was sticking in every direction and was matted in his own blood. There was also a small puddle of blood on the floor around his head. Not enough to be fatal though.

His face looked almost peaceful as he snoozed away. His face paint was still nearly flawless except for the laugh lines left from his continuous smile and he seemed happy. His scars twitched slightly and my hand automatically flew to his face, but I stopped it an inch away. I wanted to touch his scars. Just once. And now was my opportune moment.

Closing my eyes and taking a deep breath, I moved my fingers to his face timidly and felt the rough, but smoothness of his scars. That was as far as it got.

The Joker's eyes flew open and his eyes were burning with uncontrollable rage. He growled and tore my hand away from his face, pushing me across the floor. I hit the wall and cried out in pain.

The Joker had gotten up and walked over to the chair when he picked it up and came closer to me. As he did so, he threw the chair and I narrowly crawled out of the way. He didn't like that and ran over to me, cornering me against the wall.

Now I was crying and I hated the fact that he won. I couldn't take it anymore and I broke down. Tears streamed down my face as he grabbed a fistful of my hair and heaved me into a standing position. My legs were barely working and I couldn't stand straight. To keep me up, he pressed himself against me.

" Stop Crying" he growled, but I couldn't stop. The tears kept flowing and this angered him. He shook me roughly causing my head to bash into the wall.

" I. Said. Stop." his voice was low and menacing. I did the best I could and after a few seconds my sobs had diminished.

He pulled his knife out from his pocket and held it against the base of my throat. I felt a sharp sting, and warm blood drip down my throat. It was only a small cut but it shut me up completely.

I looked up to him frightened and he smiled his Cheshire cat grin.

The Joker leaned into me and whispered, " Don't ever touch my scars again. You got that princess?" his menacing voice gave me chills and I nodded shakily in response. Pleased with his response, he took the knife away from my throat but kept his tight grip on my neck.

" Now, this hasn't gone exactly how I imagined, but that's what makes it all the more worth while! Don't you agree? Hm?" His grip on my neck tightened, and my breath caught in my throat.

" That reminds me of a dream I just had after you so rudely threw me into unconsciousness. But don't worry im not mad doll. I like that fire in you. Its unexpected and so chaotic." he seemed to salivate over the last word and I looked away in disgust. I couldn't believe he could be so moody. It was really starting to infuriate me.

" Hey, look at me." his voice turned sour and I reluctantly met his eager gaze, " Good, listening. You will go far. He he. Now, as I was saying, In my dream, the world had suffered a, uh, terrible disaster. A black haze shut out the sun, and the darkness was alive with the moans and screams of wounded people. Suddenly, a small light glowed. A candle flickered into life, symbol of hope for millions. A single tiny candle, shining in the ugly dark.."

The Joker seemed to be lost in his own words. As if he was in a world all his own. A place he loved to be, filled with chaos and mayhem. A place where everything was senseless, making all the sense in the world.

I had to pull him back to reality so I spoke up.

" A-and then what happened?" my voice was barely above whisper and it shook vigorously.

His eyes focused back on my and a grin engulfed his white face. Licking his lips, he replied. "I laughed and blew it out" He cackled and stepped backwards, pulling me along with him.

Strangely, I understood the logic of his dream. Not only did I understand it, I believed in it. Not fully but to an extent. And that extent scared me.

I was still being pulled back by the laughing Joker when my feet began to feel the warm liquid blood from the dead girl. Feeling this, I tried to squirm out of his grasp but he only grabbed on tighter and giggled.

By now the Joker had paused and was staring deep into my eyes. I opened my mouth to speak but he put a finger to my lips before giggling and throwing me into the chair. The same chair Tara had been sitting in. The same chair she had been killed in.

I couldn't breathe. The bile coming up my throat was making me choke and my hands flew to my mouth. Only nothing came. I coughed wildly, and the Joker began to circle around me evilly.

After my brief gagging fit ended, I watched as the Joker just circled around me. He was playing with something in his hands, but I couldn't make out what it was. All I could make out was the deep red color of the circular object. And that unnerved me. This was not like him. He liked bombs, and knives. And this was no knife. It could be a bomb but it was red, almost crimson. That made the likeliness of this object being a bomb very slim.

" What's that?" I said softly looking from his dark eyes to the red object in his hands. I was afraid for his answer but I needed to know what it was. For my sanity, if anything.

" Oh this?" he said raising his hand. Placed in his palm was a deliciously red apple.

" Its just a little, uh, gift for my pet." he threw the apple into the air, and caught it easily. I watched as he twirled it around in his gloved hands.

I didn't like this situation. It seemed all to normal. Too sane. I started to squirm in my chair as my eyes darted around the room, looking for an exit. The only one I could find was the door on the far wall that we had entered through. Too far for me to make it before the Joker got to me.

The joker followed my gaze to the door and chuckled.

" Don't even think about it doll. You'll regret it." His smiling face held no amusement, and I knew he was serious.

" By the way," he said as he strolled towards me, before kneeling down in front of me, " Did I mention just how beautiful you look in that dress. My little Snow White."

I couldn't tear my eyes away from his, and I felt a rush of warmth flood my cheeks.

The Joker put his gloved hand to my cheek and traced a line from my cheek bone down across my lips, and back up the other side. The skin he had touched was left with a tingling feeling. But my eyes never left his.

They were deep ocean of secrets.

Once he had finished, he let his hand cup my face, but I didn't lean into it like I wanted to. I wouldn't give in to his whims. With his other hand he brought the apple to his blood red lips and they seemed to blend together. The Joker kissed it, but his eyes stayed on mine the entire time.

Soon, his lips left the fruit and he brought it to my lips. Afraid to refuse, I brought my lips to the fruit and let them touch. The apple was cool to my lips and I could smell its sweet juices.

Then, he took the apple away and grabbed both my hands with his. He placed the fruit into my hands and brought my hands up, bringing the apple within inches of my mouth. It looked mouth- watering, and I was starving but this could be a trap. I suddenly remembered Snow White and how she was poisoned with an appetizing apple. The Joker could be tricking me. But if he were to kill me I would think he would do it a little more creatively.

The Joker cleared his throat and looked at me, amusement glittering in his eyes.

" Now doll, I want you to do something for me." he smacked his lips together and I waited hesitantly for what he would ask of me. " Its quite, uh, simple actually. I want you to eat the apple."

I knew this was coming. I tried to protest but the Joker pushed my hands towards my face and now the apple was pressed against my lips. But I refused to bite.

This frustrated him and he growled in anger. Now I was starting to feel eve more worried. This was obviously something that would humor him, and I was putting it off.

" Annabelle. Eat. The Apple." I didn't listen.

" Eat it or ill make you. And believe me, it wont be pleasant." There was an edge to his voice that I had not heard before. Almost like desperation, but maybe I was just hearing things.

I had to weigh my options. But there wasn't enough time. Instead I decided on putting my fate in the Joker's hand. If the Joker was going to kill me he would, and couldn't stop it.

I shakily brought the forbidden fruit to my open lips and closed my eyes sharply. Biting down, I felt the juices flow into my mouth along with sharp pangs throughout my mouth. A warm metallic liquid entered my mouth and I gagged in disgust, causing another round of pain. Tears filled my eyes, and I squinted through them down to the bloodied apple in my hands. Embedded in the apple were sharp crimson razors.

The tears fell from my eyes as did the apple. It landed on the hard wood floor and rolled over to where the Joker had moved to stand. Bending down to pick up the apple, he smiled his toothy grin. I stared at him in horror.

I tried to say something but my mouth screamed in protest.

Seeing this, the Joker giggled and walked back over to me. He kneeled down again and this time I fought back. My arm flew forward and slapped him across his face. He liked that.

I couldn't believe him. He was having fun with this!

My arm went back to strike him again but he caught it, twisting it around painfully. With his other hand he grabbed my face roughly and brought it within inches of his. Angrily, I tried pushing him away with me free arm but it had no effect. If anything, it made him giggle in delight.

He had pulled my face so close to his that our lips were nearly touching before he spoke.

" Hm. My little Snow White has had a taste of the poisoned apple-"

" You gave it to me, dumb ass" I spat, cutting him off. Some of the pain had subsided but it was still aching, and bleeding.

My outburst caused him to laugh.

" Your funny darling, but I believe you need my kiss of life to make everything all better." he licked his lips and wagged his eye brows suggestively.

Repulsed, I tried to move my head but his grip was too strong.

Before I knew what was happening, he forced his lips to mine. They moved along my lips roughly and passionately, and his scars brushed themselves up against my skin smoothly. I didn't kiss back, I was too furious. He soon realized this as his tongue traced along my bottom lip, begging for entrance. But still I did nothing.

Growling, he pulled away and shoved me away, causing me to fall onto the wet floor. I couldn't hold it in any longer. Jumping to my feet, I spun to face him and screamed.

" You Crazy, stupid, psychotic, clown! Life isn't all about hurting everyone else to save yourself from the hurt. Get over this masochistic shit, and just let me go free."

I had begun crying tears of anger and hated myself for this sign of weakness. But he didn't even bother me with an answer. Instead, he chuckled and mumbled something along the lines of " im not crazy" but I couldn't be sure.

I rolled my eyes and looked away just as he lunged for me, landing directly infront of me. The Joker grabbed me by my arms and watched me for a moment.

He licked his lips with his snake-like tongue, then spoke cheerfully.

"Freedom is just Chaos, with better lighting, sweets"

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