-A.N. Hi guys! I got a lot of followers and reviews since the last two chapters and I'd like to thank you all for your support :) It has motivated me to get chapters out a bit sooner so here's the next one! BTW this one was a bit hard to write...I see the Joker a bit differently than some people... and well he's sexy as fuck lol ANYWAYS this chapter has hints of whats to come if you look close enough! Next chappy will definitely have Mistah J in it! Be patient! Love you all~! ;3 -

Chapter 11: Jack's Room

I stood, a bit dumbfounded, staring after Ricky. He just left me with the door wide open to Jack's room. Although I noticed that Ricky did not even glance inside. I felt like he just couldn't look… like it was an unspoken rule.

Feeling a small draft, I turned and looked into the pitch black room. Cautiously I took a step forward, my fingers clenched tightly around the purple switchblade as I felt the wall near the threshold for the light switch. Once I found it I flicked it up and my eyes squinted at the new found light in the middle of the room.

The light from the ceiling flickered slightly before dimly lighting up what looked like a small living room. I looked over my shoulder, making sure no one was there as I stepped inside and closed the door, locking it.

I breathed in and instantly that familiar scent filled my nose. This place smelled like Jack. My heart finally slowed to a normal beat as I glanced around the living room.

There was one large purple sofa that had a few gashes in the cushion. Polyester and fiber were spewing out of the tears. There were dark splotches all over it as well as duct tape plastered in odd places.

In front of the couch was a small TV with antennas that were also wrapped in duct tape. On closer inspection the screen was all scratched and it was terribly dirty. The coffee table, off to the side of the disheveled sofa, was covered in blueprints which had crusty dried up deep red splatters all over with a kitchen knife embedded into the center of it.

All of a sudden the uneasiness came back as I took in my surroundings.

WHY THE FUCK WAS I HERE?

I didn't even know Jack very well! He could be a drug lord or a pimp… Or worse…

A chill ran down my spine as I turned towards the small hall that led to the kitchen as well as a door that I assumed was Jack's bedroom. Peering over towards the kitchen I saw an array of knives stabbed into the walls as if someone had played a game of darts with knives as substitute.

Chewing my bottom lip I laid my hand on the door to the bedroom gently pushing it open. I nearly gasped as I looked inside.

The room was pristine…

There was a queen sized bed, neatly covered with black satin sheets and bright red fluffy pillows. The floor was carpeted a deep purple color and the walls were painted a vibrant green. It was an odd color combination, but it felt nice…

There was no TV in this room, nor was there any décor besides the fan up on the ceiling above the bed which held the light to the room. It was one of those fans with the long cord that you have to pull in order to turn on the lights.

Setting my backpack on the floor I got onto the bed and reached up to turn the light on. As soon as my hand wrapped around the cord pain shot into my palm and I pulled back in a hurry. There was a small gash on my palm and as I looked up at the cord I noticed a small pocket knife dangling from it.

Wtf…why would Jack put a knife on the fucking cord?

Cursing, I looked around and noticed another door that had to be the bathroom. I rushed towards it, not wanting to get blood all over the place.

I pushed the door open and nearly screamed.

There, in the bathroom, were knives scattered everywhere. The mirror above the sink was shattered. The small sink was cracked and covered in deep red liquid. There was a huge dried up puddle of was I could only assume was blood. All across the walls was written "HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA."

I reached out and grabbed a wad of toilet paper and wrapped it around my hand before shutting the door. My back pressed up against it as I slid down, tears now spilling freely from my eyes as I clutched my injured hand a million questions running through my head.

Where the fuck was I?

What the hell happened here?

Why did Jack send me to this place?

Who the fuck is this guy?

Why did I trust him?

I wiped the tears from my face and crawled towards my backpack, pulling out my mothers' med kit. I fixed up my hand with the gauze inside and closed it back up. Holding it close I got into the black satin bed. It smelled like Jack smelled the first time we met.

Clinging to my med kit I stared at the door to the bathroom…

Now…we wait.