It's unfinished as of right now but this is a scene of my kidnapped OC from Broken Altercations finding out the truth behind why Joker killed her friends and that she wasn't the only one left alive. I do want to finish eventually, and I have a footnote to follow. It's just how to word it all
Alana's eyes widened and her breath hitched in her throat as she looked over to her kidnappers; eyes widening. T-three? D-did they say three? But then that meant... Instantly Alana felt her heart begin to race and her fingers trembled very slightly as they grasped the blanket. It's wasn't an action that went unnoticed by the men but rather one ignored in favor to her expression of shocked surprise.
"Three?" She asked, her voice the calmest it's been every since she woke up in this bedroom. The man standing closest to her nodded, the bells on his jester hat making light jingling sounds.
"Yes." He confirmed, an unsettling grin on his face as he nonchalantly placed a fist on his hip. Alana's heart gave another sharp jerk and her mind began racing in that second. Then that means... but who?!
"A whore, a dunderhead jock and the insufferable know it all that sold you out. Keh, to think that by telling us you had our masks it would have had us spare him." The other man, who looked completely identical to the first with the exception of his warden uniform, sneered. His twin gave a small nod, though his smile didn't drop even a little. Rather, if anything, it became darker.
"We were quite grateful for the information but to sell out one's friend like that..." He trailed off, simply finishing with a small chuckle. Alana felt her face pale at this realization but the sense of fear at Zane's betrayal was over taken by another. Relief.
"So not a drunk singing stupid songs?" She asked, well more like demanded; needing confirmation. The two looked slightly confused by the question, the warden one having an eyebrow raised.
"No, I think we'd remember that." The Jester said, his smile having dropped from the confusion. Their confusion becomes even more pronounced as Alana's body sags forwards and she releases a heavy, relieved sigh; mumbling something both barely miss.
"You seem rather relieved despite most of your friends being dead. Were you hit in the head?" Black insulted, his hands placed on his hips as he leans forwards. A small frown tugged at Alana's lips at his statement but she kept her head down and away from his gaze.
"Technically they weren't really my friends." The girl replied, feeling a bit of guilt form in her stomach as she continued to stare at her blanked legs. "I was only associated with them because my best friend knew them."