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I awoke the next day with a strong sense of foreboding. I just knew that something bad was going to happen. I just didn't know what. I never got one of those feelings before, which made me wonder if I should pay attention because of it.
Stay in bed you retard! Call in sick! Something! Anything!
I hear the Joker yell in my mind. I ignore him. He doesn't give good advice.
As I was getting dressed, a crow ran into the bedroom window with a disgusting thud. I groaned when I realized that I would have to clean it's blood from the window later that night. I saw something like that in a movie once. Some kid got squished after a pigeon did the same thing. Maybe I really should stay in bed! I knew I couldn't, we still had the medication to produce. Without me, we would be hopelessly behind and probably lose our deadline.
I went about my day, trying to ignore the feeling I awoke with. I attributed it to a sick mind. Still, the Joker had to put in his two cents. He kept telling to me to cut off early, while I still could.
Then five o'clock came and everybody left. I was one of the last people out. I made my rounds around the plant slower than usual. I made sure everything was cleaned properly and switched off. I'm not sure if it was a conscious decision or not, but I knew the longer I was inside, the better. Finally, I couldn't waste anymore time and I was the only person in the parking lot except for one other.
"So, this is what the mighty Joker has become. I expected more." The guy said smugly as alarms went off in my mind. How did he know!? The only people besides Genesis that know is Rebecka and our parents! They wouldn't tell a soul!
"Who are you!? How do you know?!" I exclaim.
"I was the cop that shot you! I used blanks! You couldn't have died from that!"
"What do you want?!"
"You killed my mother as the Joker! I want to avenge her!" Then he pulls out a gun. Slowly, I inch backwards.
"Don't try it." I say.
He says nothing and fires. This time, there is no bullet proof vest. There is no blood pack. Just me and a bullet.
'Just kill me know. If I live, Joker will be back. I'd rather be dead.' I thought.
I fall backwards with a searing pain in my shoulder. The impact of the ground knocks precious oxygen from my body. My cell phone is in my pocket with a full battery, but I don't reach for it. I just lay there, hoping to die.
I told you so.