Purple and green. Red and pink. Blue and yellow. Brilliant colours just kept flashing inside my head, never ending. I couldn't get away from them. When I lifted my hand, so it would be in front of my face, all I got was flashing colours mocking me- no flesh, no fingers, no nothing. It was like I wasn't even real.

At first I thought I had died and was in some kind of messed up hell made just for me. Of course, I had no clue why I would have to be in this demented place. It looked liked it was for clowns on crack.

As soon as I saw the crazy purple and green colours flash at me for the millionth time, my body went into shock. Everything went blinding white, heat searing into my body like little daggers, making me want to scream but I was unable to. Then all went black.

Everything was gone. My pain, the blinding white light and thankfully the colours. And then as soon as the peace came, it was over. Pictures of a man in a purple trench coat filled my sight. A knife in a hand, green dyed hair, face paint, and the unmistakable scars that went up his face as if he was smiling. All the time.

And then a girl. She was wearing a blue dress, staring at the clown. People watched with terrified looks on their faces. That's when it hit me. That was me. And that meant he was...

The Joker.

And this is when I knew that I didn't die; this was all a horrible nightmare I was having. But suddenly it didn't seem as bad because right when I came out of this, I was going straight for hell.

I had mixed the two up. This deranged place I was in now was like a box full of kittens.

All I needed to do was wait until my luck ran out and I came to conscious. And knowing me, that wasn't long.

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When I finally opened my eyes, I was lying on my side, hair in my face. I brushed my hair out of the way with my hand as I began to sit up. My eyes were starting to focus, even though it was dark in the room, I could see the outline of some things. I was still out of it because the panic and worry hadn't fully kicked in.

A glimmer of light came from underneath a door on the left side of the room. Once I saw that, I started to freak out. My kidnappers were out there. One of which including the Joker. And I was in here, in a dark unfamiliar room, defenceless and somewhat out of it. I started shaking, at first I thought it was because of the sudden realization of were I was, but my teeth started chattering and I realized that it was freezing in the room.

I looked for a blanket to pull around myself but found none. I wrapped my arms around my legs, wishing for warmth, trying to shut myself up with the chattering because I was convinced whoever was outside the door could hear me. And I defiantly didn't want them to come in here.

I started glancing around the room, trying to see exactly what was in here but I had no luck. The light coming from underneath the door just wasn't enough for my eyes to see things.

I started thinking. Should I get up and try to hide or stay were I was and stay quit.

I heard a creak from outside the room and tensed up, my breathing cut short. I felt my eyes watering up from not blinking and my lungs asking for air. A second creak made me go scrambling back into a laying down position, pretending to be sleeping.

I didn't have time to hide and I didn't want to be caught sitting there like an idiot looking like I've been waiting for someone to come in and say Hi.

I closed my eyes, telling myself to breath. Not to fast. Breathe slowly.

I waited for another creak of the floor and grew somewhat frustrated when I didn't hear anything. What were they doing? Were they trying to traumatize me?

And than I heard it. A click of the door opening and then being swung open. I tensed up when I heard the crash of the door hitting the wall. I told myself to relax.

"How can I freaking relax?!" my mind shouted at me.

I heard those stupid familiar giggles. "I see we have a heavy sleeper," he made his way over to the side of the bed and soon I felt his hot breath on my face, which would have felt good because of how damn freezing it was in here, but I was only disgusted. "Wakey, wakey beautiful."

The tip of a knife glazed over my throat and with the possibility of him cutting flesh in order to 'wake' me, I slowly opened my eyes. I gasped; he was right there, smiling his crooked smile, staring at me, face inches away from mine.

I started scrambling away to the other side of the bed, only to have him laugh and my desperate flee and come crawling onto the mattress with the knife in his hand. I didn't realize I had made it to the edge until I fell off of it, clunking my head on the floor and rolling onto my side. I heard him shout out in laughter. When I looked up he was still on the bed on his back laughing like a maniac.

I shakily stood up and backed away from him, finally coming in contact with the wall. I pressed myself against it as hard as I could, thinking if I pressed harder I would slowly disappear out of this place.

He rolled of the bed, prancing to his feet. He looked around the room and didn't take long to catch me hiding in the shadows. My Houdini disappearing act didn't work.

"Ahhh, there you are precious," he said, staring at me. He started to somewhat skip his way over to me and slowly go into a walk when he was only a mere few feet away. He grabbed my chin, pulling it slightly upwards and placing his knife right at the nook of my neck. "Now that were, uh, finally awake from our beauty sleep, I say we have some fun."

I tried to push him away but he just smacked me back into the wall causing me to whimper. The hand which wasn't holding the knife came up and pinned one of my shoulders. It started burning with pain and I knew bruises would most defiantly start forming there. I turned my head but he held my chin with such force that I doubted I would be able to get as much as an inch away.

"I'm glad to see you're eager for the fun."

"Fuck you," my voice cracked on the second word. Where'd did all the courage I had yesterday go? Oh yea, it went away just like the drugged drink they gave me. Fuck.

The knife dug deeper into my skin as he pouted, then the sides of his mouth slightly turned up and he went into a full on grin. "Would you like to know how I got these scars? Hmmmm?"

I felt the tingling sensation of tears forming but I fought against it. He took his arm holding my shoulder and tucked a strand of my hair behind my ear. My shoulder felt numb and I felt nauseated. I felt the knife push a bit deeper and the cool sensation of liquid trickle down my throat. The knife had finally cut flesh. My flesh. I wondered how much deeper he had to push to make it big enough to be fatal. A flick of his wrist across my throat could leave me lying in my own blood on the floor. I squeezed my eyes shut from the thought. Only to have my shoulder slammed back into the wall by the Joker again.

"Don't," he clicked his tongue, "do that again."

I gave a small nod of my head, feeling the tears come back.

"Well. I had a wife. Beautiful, like you," he began telling his story, bobbing his head to the side but his eyes never left contact with my eyes, "And one day-"

"Boss!"

The Joker whipped his head around to see a brown haired man come running threw the door. He was wearing a black t-shirt but I was pretty sure I could see splashes of blood all over it.

"Joe and-" he halted when he saw the Joker towering over me, his body only inches from mine. I felt nauseated again. "And, uh, Sparky are fighting again. It's gotten a bit out of control. The boys downstairs can't stop them"

The Joker let out a exaggerated sigh. "Cant this wait. I'm kind of in the middle of something."

"Uh, well…" the man tried thinking about it. He looked terrified, his hands were shaking. He was probably trying to put his answer in a way that his boss would like and not end up having himself on the floor in his own blood like I was about to be, "I-I don't think so. Joe only has one eye now and Sparky has a huge gash in his gut."

The Joker let go of me and turned around to face the guy fully. "How did that happen?! Their not stopping?"

The guy shook his head.

"The damn idiots," he slid his knife in his pocket, "Joe was my favourite out of all of you…"

He started mumbling about eyes and how idiots shouldn't run with scissors and something about pencils. Then he mumbled something about monkeys and how we should be more like them.

"This dude has some serious mental issues," I thought.

He started laughing again, the sound still making chills run up and down my spine. I wanted to scream at him What is wrong with you?

"Start going down," he said as his laughing subsided, "I'll be right there."

The guy left, which I was somewhat sad about because now I was alone with the crazy clown again. He was still facing the direction of the wall, then without any sign he whipped back to facing me, somehow having his knife in his hand again. I screamed from shock causing him to giggle once more.

"I'll be, uh, right back Angelface," he leaned in closer, "be a good little girl, or I just know how little Joey is gonna get his other eye back."

He pursed his lips, then turned on his heel and walked out of the room not even closing the door.

I stood there in shock. What the hell had just happened? It didn't seem like I woke up- what was it? 20 minutes ago?

I felt the blood trickle down my throat again and immediately put my hand up to the cut, which started burning almost at once. I saw something out of the corner of my eye and looked up. The Joker stood standing there with a old-looking washcloth in his hand.

"Don't want ya to die on me now. We never even started the fun yet." He threw the towel into the room, it landing on the floor. Then he took the door handle and slammed the door shut. Locking it. So much for even trying to escape.

I doubt he was serious about the whole dieing thing but I still ran over to it and pressed it upon my red neck. Then I shakily went back over to the bed and waited. Hopefully Joe and Sparky were big idiots and kept there boss down there longer. The more time away from him, the better.

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A/N: Sorry for still being long with this chapter but a lot has been happening. First my dad got in a car accident. It was my uncle's birthday. And now I have tests. But hopefully I'll try to get the next chapter up soon. Hope you guys like this one. Comments greatly appreciated. Constructive Criticism is welcomed.