A/N: Another chapter for my readers out there. And thank you for all the reviews! They make me so happy! Even though the looming end of this story makes me sad:/ Oh well, more chapters soon await! Again, this chapter might make you a bit upset, but its just the way i want this to play out. And believe me, it will be jam packed with suprises by the time you finish reading. So enjoy, and leave a review on your way out. Please?

Warning! This Chapter involves a bit of blood and gore, just to warn you!

Disclaimer: I tried to lure the Joker into my house, but DC Comics took him away :/

Limbo: a place or state of oblivion to which persons or things are regarded as being relegated when cast aside, forgotten, past, or out of date. Transitional or midway state of place.

Somewhere far off, a small boy laughs.

My eyes flutter open, and my gaze meets the open field stretched out in front of me. Birds sing, the water cascading down the brook babbles on, everything is at peace. Butterfly's fly from one blooming bud to the next, all the while splattering the greenery with eccentric colors.

My head is swimming, a soft ringing in my ears, but my feet move forward, the beautiful pink dress brushing up against the skin of my legs. My feet tickle as the grass grazes the soles of my feet. I giggle.

A towering weeping willow catches my curiosity as I dance though the field, its dangling leaves moving themselves into an archway, allowing access beneath its foliage.

Upon closer inspection, I find beneath the draping leaves an extravagantly made picnic. Checkered blanket, wicker basket, everything. A small boy peaks his head out from behind the trunk.

His head quickly darts back, but not before I call to him, my throat itching in discomfort.

" There's no need to hide. I won't hurt you." He hesitates before stepping out from his hiding place, over to me. His hair is a light blonde, his eyes a rich brown, and his dimpled cheeks melt my heart.

" You're not supposed to be here yet." He whispers, his puppy dog eyes gazing up at me in concern. I stare back confused.

" What do you mean?" I ask, reaching out my hand to place against his shoulder. He jerks away aggressively.

" Its not time. I-I'm not ready, not yet. You can't be ready, you have so much more to say.." He trailed worriedly, backing himself up against the tree before burrying his face in his hands.

I move to get closer but my legs feel numb. The ringing in my ears intensifies as the discomfort in my throat turns to a burning that grows into my lungs. I squeeze my eyes shut, trying to shake away all the pain. I'm not supposed to feel pain anymore.

My eyes open to see the boy. He's still sitting against the tree, his face hidden, but I pull on his hands, tugging them away. Red engulfs my vision. His hands are soaked with it, the source being the two hideous gashes on either side of his mouth. His face is now covered in a smear of black white and red, I fall back.

The tree disappears, its protection now gone, and soon the ringing becomes piercing, to the point where I want to scream. I want to, but I can't my eyes are clamped shut, my chest is on fire, ready to explode. And the scream I have been holding in lets free, the sound lost in the watery depths.

My eyes shoot open, only to find myself surrounded by the darkness of the deathly waters. Any oxygen being stored within me now gone, but I come to a new revelation as my limbs begin working on their own.

I push myself up, moving towards the now broken window. Looking up, I still see light, and with everything I have left, I push myself to the surface. The light grows closer, my freedom approaches, but every part of my body is aching for me to stop, to give up. And I want to give in. but soon, just when I feel my lungs will burst, I break through the surface, loudly, gasping for breath as tears run down my face.

My arms flail around as I work to steady myself, the feeling in my lungs slowly dying down to a soft ache. Painful, but manageable.

My eyes begin to scan the night for anything that can be used to get me to land as my limbs have grown tired and numb. But when my eyes catch them,my mind sets out on its own path for vengeance.

Though my display was loud enough for anyone within earshot to hear, the two seemed to be wrapped up in their own personal affairs. And I slowly swam closer to find out what exactly they were.

My hatred towards the girl, Shannon, is unimaginable. Nothing was going to stop me from destroying everything about her that I could. Nothing. But the closer I got, the tighter the knot in my stomach became. Crawling up onto the surface and ducking behind a large tree, I watched.

" How does it feel knowing you'll die alone, Joker? Now that the little wench is gone, what do you possibly have to live for?" She was glaring at him intently pacing from side to side, a gun in her hands. But she was smiling.

So was he.

" Oh Shannon. This-ah is exactly what uh happens when you begin using that worthless excuse of a brain. You've wasted an inconceivable amount of uh time plotting and scheming. But worst-ah of all, you've been planning. Has this uh turned out-ah the way you planned? Hmm?"

" I should be asking you the same question." She shot back hotly. The Joker laughed.

" I don't plan-ah, darling."

Her head shot to the side, her expression furious. But it soon smoothed out into a grin, a mocking laugh escaping her blood red lips.

" And look where that's gotten you." The Joker remained silent as Shannon moved her gaze down to the gun in her hands. Sighing once, she cocked the gun. Her body turned to the Joker, her back to me, and her arm raised. The hand holding the gun tilted to the left.

" I really would love to stay and chat, to draw out this little meeting a bit longer, but I have places to be, things to do, cities to destroy. You know, a Tuesday." She trailed, taking another step forward. The Joker straightened out.

I stood, frozen in place, watching the scene in front of me unfold. My eyes never strayed too far from Shannon, even when the Joker spoke, I refused to look his way. I wouldn't let my feelings cloud my judgment anymore. I had made my decision. I'd kill Shannon, and I'd take my time in doing so. But I had also made another. I'd wait until after she killed him.

It killed me inside to think this, to want this, but its what is right, for everyone. Even if its not right for me. He used me, tricked me, made me into a monster, though I knew long before I'd end up like this sooner or later. But he lied to me, made me feel like I had a friend, someone who was like myself in so many ways. He made me feel wanted, when I was in actuality more alone than I had been in the beginning. Because of him, I pushed away the only person who truly cared about me. I had destroyed a bond that would take long to repair, if it ever would. And he deserved to die.

I did too.

" Call me old fashioned, but any last words? I'm all too curious!" Her voice was once again high pitched, the sound like nails against a blackboard.

" We're-ah all damaged, it seems."

The hand holding the gun lowered a bit, but it flew up instantly. And in that instant, I lost it.

A few feet from where I had been hiding, was the rusted shovel she had thrown astray. Stealthily, I moved toward it, grabbed it, and gripped the handle in a vice grip. Off in the distance, the lights from the city skyline shined on, illuminating the two in front of me. My feet were silent as I tip-toed my way forward, but in the final stretches, a twig snapped beneath my feet.

Her head turned to the left, everything once again silent. I stood still as stone, and after a few agonizing seconds, her head curved back to the smiling Joker.

" Goodbye Jack."

I stepped again, the leaves rustling beneath my feet. She spun around furiously, her hair whipping across her face. I tilted my head to the side as she stared at me in horror, a smile stretching across my face.

My eyes lowered down to the shovel in my hands, and in a flash, the shovel slammed across her face, throwing her to the ground. I watched her still form for a while before looking up to the Joker, my eyes holding that same emptiness I had seen in hers so many times.

" Rope?" I asked bluntly, my voice holding no emotion. His eyes were dancing as he looked to me, but upon meeting my eyes, his smile faltered. He looked down to the ropes binding him then back up at me. I stared back bored.

Rolling my eyes, I walked toward him before crouching down. I kept my gaze away from his as I searched his pockets, taking out a knife and slicing the ropes away. I grabbed the rope from around his body, bringing it over to the unconscious girl. My eyes never met his.

I took a hold of Shannon's arm, dragged her over to the tree, and tied her to it the same way she tied the Joker. Once finished, I straightened out, and watched her begin to stir. I smiled devilishly.

" Annabelle.." She Joker's breath fanned across my neck and I spun to face him, my face hard and cold. His smile was wiped clean off his face, and his voice was solemn. " Don't." I said, my voice unwavering. He reached out his hand to my face, and I took it, twisting it behind his back, and pushing him against a tree.

" Don't Joker. And if I were you, I really wouldn't test me."He was silent, and I dropped his arm, turning to see Shannon's eyes fluttering open. The side of her face was coated in crimson, her hair matted with it, and her eyes were full of emotion.

" W-what's going on?" She asked, trying to wiggle free from the binding roped, I only laughed at her efforts.

" Now you're scared, huh? I was starting to get a little worried there." I mocked, the Joker's knife still in hand. She noticed this, and tried even harder to escape.

" L-look I'm sorry. Really, I am. Just please don't kill me. I just, I get carried away sometimes and I didn't mean it. Please.." She begged, tears welling up into her eyes. To me, she looked pathetic.

Funny how easy it was to break down her walls, to turn her into a pathetic brat, desperate to live in a world full of chaos and horror. It almost makes you want to let her go, or break her even more.

" I really want to believe you, babe. But then again, you tried to kill me so.."

" It wasn't anything personal! Please I only tried to kill you to hurt him." The tears fell down her cheeks steadily know, and I cocked my head in curiosity before sliding my tongue along my bottom lip. I looked to my left slightly as I spoke.

" Well this is nothing but personal." I brought my eyes back to hers, and she gasped. "You're crazy!" She spat, kicking her feet out. I sighed. There is rustling behind me, but I block it out.

I stare down at her, an evil gleam in my eyes and I can feel the venom in my mouth as I speak, her petrified form cringing heavily as I smile. " I look around at this world you're so eager to be a part of and all I see is six billion lunatics looking for the fastest ride out. Who's not crazy? Look around, everyone's drinking, smoking, shooting up, shooting each other, or just plain screwing their brains out 'cause they don't want 'em anymore. I'm crazy? Honey, I'm the original one-eyed chicklet in the kingdom of the blind, 'cause at least I admit the world makes me nuts. So if i'm crazy," I say strolling casually over to where she's tied, the knife dancing in my hand. I kneel down to eye level, sweetly caressing her cheek. "What the hell does that make you?"

She's silent, and I place the blade against her cheek, putting enough pressure to draw blood as I trace it down to her neck. Now, both sides of her head are a matching shade of red.

She squirms beneath the knife and I dig it further into the nape of her neck. She screams. A snicker escapes my lips as I jerk the knife across her shoulder, severing the strap of her dress. More tears fall, mixing in with the burgundy blood, and her green dress soon changes shades.

Suddenly, a thought enters my mind and my face brightens. I look down at her, smiling widely before crouching down and pressing the knife against her lips. " I've always wanted to do this." I whisper, shoving the knife between her lips, opening them, and pulling out the light pink flesh that almost slips from my grasp.

The knife moves in, and with one quick flick, her once dancing tongue resides between my thumb an index finger. She screams a gurgled scream, blood pouring furiously from her mouth. I can't help but take a step back, admiring my work. Then two strong arms grab my shoulders from behind.

But before I can push him away, his grip eases and he moves closer to her, his shoulders hunched and his eyes burning. Curious, I watch him.

" You get the uh best seat in the house for Armageddon. Say goodnight, Shannon. I always wanted to see my dame in lights-ah. Heh. Even in a moment of abject saccharine, I still got it." He tilts his head and looks my way as he finishes, nodding once before backing away. His tongue slides along his bottom lip, but I tear my eyes away from his form. Instead, focusing my eyes on my handiwork.

Her screams are muffled now, and the bleeding has slowed a bit. Squinting my eyes, I skip forward, crouching in front of her. The knife finds its way to her throat, and as the birds sing, the crickets chirp, and the city once again comes to life, the blade cuts a deep gash across her throat.

Her eyes, once again, are lifeless, empty, for eternity.

I let myself sink to the ground, giggles bubbling out from within me. Her blood soaks the grass, and soon pools around me. But I don't mind. The warm liquid feels relaxing against my cool skin. Everything feels better than it ever has. Better than it ever could. And I like it.

I'm almost lost in my own oblivion when a dry, throaty laugh shatters my reverie.

My eyes fly open and I shoot up into a sitting position. The Joker is laughing, his bouncing figure approaching me quickly. Once closer, he stretches out his hand for me to take. I stare at it coldly.

" Aren't you gonna take it, my little marionette-ah." He asks, waving his hand in the air as if I hadn't already taken notice. With a roll of my eyes I get to my feet.

He seems taken back as I brush off the leaves sticking to my legs, the blood leaving crimson stains everywhere. I simply turn and walk in the other direction. I don't get far before a hand grabs my arm, spinning me around.

" What the fuck Annabelle? Why are you acting so overly emotional?" He seethes, though there's an underlying hurt in his voice.

" Maybe because oh I don't know, your ex just tried to kill me, and you went along with it! This entire time, you were off with her doing god knows what! And I was alone, but I guess I should get used to that now, huh?" I fumed waving my arms around and glaring at the Joker.

" Yeah I guess you uh will, princess." He shot back hotly, and my anger dissolved away, leaving nothing but a burning hate. Silence enveloped us but the Joker didn't let it continue for long. Licking his lips and sighing, he spoke running a hand through his green locks.

" I uh, I didn't mean that Annabelle. I'm just uh confused. I though if you were given enough reason-ah to hate Shannon, you'd be more apt to kill her.So in the end, I was uh really just doing this all for you."

I didn't say a word.

" I uh didn't think you'd end up hating me for it-ah." He looked deeply confused, his eyes darting to the ground and back up again. My eyes fell to the knife in my hand, and I took a step forward. His eyes shot up and I held out the knife, signaling for him to take it. When he did, I leaned into his ear, savoring the smell he held.

" It's a funny world we live in."

With that, I turned on my heel and walked out from the forest, the first rays of sunlight peaking above the horizon. I didn't know where I was going, or how I'd get there, but I knew I'd be going somewhere. Anywhere but here.

It turns out, sometimes you have to do the wrong thing. Sometimes you have to make a big mistake to figure out how to make things right. Mistakes are painful, but they're the only way to find out who you really are. I know who I am now. I know what I want.

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It didn't set in a second later, it didn't set in a minute later. I'm still not sure if it ever has. I know what I did, and I know it was wrong, but not one part of me wishes I hadn't done it. Everyone deserves to die. Then, it was her turn and mine, well mine will come soon...

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