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"..I can't be your superman, Can't be your superman, your superman, your superman." -Eminem. (Superman)

Chapter 5. It begins (2)

"Whatcha tryin' to do? Kill ya'self?" A beautiful woman scolded her angrily, not caring as she threw up what looked to be blood and some strange green liquid.

Why does everything hurt so bad?

And who was this strange woman helping her?

She tried speaking, but only succeeded in coughing up more of the blood and unidentifiable liquid.

God, why did everything HURT?

"Hi.. I'm Harley, Harley Quinn! Nice to meet ya! …" the woman's voice trailed in and out as she tried fighting against her fluttering eyes, failing miserably to keep them open.

Eyes shut, her vision danced violently with vibrant colors of green, purple suits, blood, and a pair of frightening snowy blue eyes.

'Save me..God please..SAVE ME!'

Her body shot upright as her eyes snapped open.

Her body was covered in sweat as she covered her lips with her hands to muffle the scream that escaped her. Her eyes burned as the sun shone brightly against her face.

Wincing in pain, Jasmine moaned as she tried to shield her sensitive eyes from the light poring into the room from the window. She noticed in confusion that her vision was sharper and more defined, even though she didn't have her glasses on.

Her bones cracked painfully as she sat more upright, throwing the silky covers off of her as she tried to get up. She noticed she was alone, though her mind fogged up as she tried to remember what happened. Clutching her head warily, she noticed her head would pound if she tried to force herself to remember.

Angrily she stalked towards a full body mirror that was mounted against the door, freezing as she got closer enough to glance at her self.

Her hands slapped painfully against her mouth in shock, and she had to grasp the edge of the bed to keep from falling.

Her once beautiful natural dirty blonde hair was stained a vividly deep royal purple, leaving no trace of its former appearance as it danced wildly around her head in a mess. Her once creamy smooth skin was now a ghostly white, almost translucent. Her dark lips were now a light pink, almost nude.

But her most dramatic change she noticed, was her eyes.

Her once dull, Forrest green eyes were now a icy green, like liquid emerald. They were beautiful, reminding her of the priceless jewel itself.

She gasped in shock as she slowly caressed her skin in wonder, not fully believing her eyes.

'Who is this crazy lady..W-Was that me?..Hell. Just who the hell am I?'

Evil cackling reached her ears, making her jump. She turned around and noticed no one was there. Looking around as the sound got louder, she turned to the mirror, only to notice the frightening sound was coming from her own lips.

Horrified, she stumbled back, falling on her backside as she crawled away from the mirror.

"What am I?! Whats happening to me?!" She screamed aloud to no one in particular as she rubbed her skin harshly, hoping the paleness would rub off.

'You are you. The real you. The better you'

She screamed as the low voice echoed loudly in her brain, knowing fully well she was the only one in the room. Grabbing a fist full of hair, she slowly began to rock back and forth in a fetal position.

'Am I hearing voices in my head? What is going on..why..? Why is this happening to me..who am I?!'

She laughed brokenly as she crawled towards the mirror, looking at her reflection again. A picture of her tattooed, bloodied and smiling menacingly flashed in the mirror and she screamed as she punched the mirror, making it shatter around her. Laughing uncontrollably, she pounded her fist over and over into the glass until they bled.

'God please..Save me...please..wake me from this nightmare!'

Still pounding her fist in the glass, she screamed painfully as a shard embedded itself in her hand, causing blood to spill profusely. Her eyes rolled in the back of her head as her vision became blurry, her mind making old memories dance in her vision.

"Please, I'm just a kid..!"

"Father..how could you?!"

Pain.

'God..please..help me'

Gunfire.

The coppery smell of Blood.

Vivid Green.

Seductive Red .

Pain.

Darkness.

"What the fuck do you think you're doing?!"

A powerful voice made the visions stop, and she violently jerked back to reality. Her blood felt like ice in her veins, and her body shook visibly in fear. She didn't dare turn around, fearing the unknown even though the voice sounded familiar.

She gasped as the sounds of footsteps crept closer, making her eyes flutter close. She yelped loudly as a pair of strong hands grasped her shoulder lightly, forcing her to turn around.

Her tear stained face contorted in shock as liquid emerald met snowy blue.

Gorgeous.

Could such a word describe a human being?

Let alone, a man?

He was gorgeous, like a freshly finished painting. She noticed his skin was the same as hers, though more translucent if it were even possible, Making him look blindly white as snow. His slicked back green hair drew all attention to it contrasting violently against his snowy completion.

Her mind flashed back to her praying, just before falling into the darkness. She remembered cursing god, begging for a savior to save her from the pain, the horror. She remembered laughing bitterly, knowing her prayers fell on deaf ears.

Her eyes widened, causing more tears to spill down her cheek.

"..it's you. You were the one..t-to save me.." her voice shook as she sobbed childishly, making him eye her in confusion.

"Oh? Save you, did I?" His deep voice sent a chill up her spine as she dropped to her knees in front of him, her pale arms outstretched in front of her.

"Ha. Ha. Ha! Now, I'm no SuperMan doll face! What makes you think this is a sanctuary? Or, if your even really saved, at all?" He cackled menacingly in her face, his eyes never once leaving hers.

She sobbed violently as she clutched his feet in childlike adoration, making his eyes light up as he watched the blood from her hands pour onto his shoes and onto the floor beneath him.

"I-I prayed for an miracle..f-for s-someone to save me..and y-you.. you appeared..J-Just like.."

She sobbed violently as placed her hands in front her her head in a prayer motion.

"A God!" She choked out as she clutched his legs tightly, her sobs now uncontrollable.

"That man, he was hurting me.. I just wanted it to stop! And you made it stop..You did the impossible" she babbled on, hiccuping now and then.

His eyes widened, and she jumped as a vicious cackle left his lips. Raising her head slowly, she watched as he drunk in the sight of her bowing before him as if he were a holy being.

An animalistic growl reached her ears made her shiver.

"A God huh?! Is that what I am to you, little one?" Kneeling down, he reached for her face, squeezing it gently in his hands.

"Do you even know, what a God is?" He purred.

She melted in his hands instantly.

Her eyes closed as she lost herself in his frightening gaze, his presence demanding all of her attention.

"But to be a god, one must have followers, loyal and true..To proclaim me as a god, you must have faith In me?" He squeezed her jaw roughly, forcing her to look at him.

"That being said, would you worship me, OBEY me even! As you would your..god?" He purred seductively, eyeing her hungrily as he watched her nod 'yes' furiously.

"Say it." He growled out.

"Y-yes..you must be a god! It makes sense! Y-you..and that woman..with the crown on her head..did the impossible..I just don't u-understand..I-I should be dead..H-How could my life not be y-yours now" She babbled on, Her liquid emerald orbs spilling over with tears as she watched his eyes darken with control.

She had no idea how such a simple display of submission affected him so deeply.

As if on que the woman from her memories appeared, taking her place besides the god-like man with the wild green hair. She watched as he unconsciously wrapped his arm around the woman lovingly, though successfully not taking his eyes away from her own.

"Aww Puddin! I always though you were a god in a fabulous purple suit! And this just proves it!" she watched as the woman smiled beautifully at her, giggling childishly.

"Ya know baby, I might be able to overlook your little misbehavior earlier. It seems..she thinks we are GODS!" He shouted, emphasizing 'gods' dramatically, making the woman beside him laugh.

"Actually, she called me a Queen earlier! It was so sweet Puddin! It was like her first words being reborn!" She beamed at the woman who was now crawling towards her feet.

"My life… belongs to you both, do as you please.."

They both watched as she trembled before them on all fours, making a sense of power surge through them.

"Your life huh? You can do better than that kiddo!" That strange Brooklyn accent was back.

"I-I don't have a-anything left to give.."'she sobbed sadly.

The green haired man laughed, taking a knee to be leveled to her again. He smiled deeply, and she noticed his teeth gleamed brightly with rows of silver, making him look dangerous.

"What she means little one, is we want all of you. Mind. Body. And soul." He whispered, his animalistic noises making her flinch.

'Mind..body..and soul? Could I give myself to these people? I-I was taught Only god can have complete ownership of you..'

Visions of them saving her flashed in her mind, making her sob aloud.

'No one else came.. no one. No God, no family, no friends.. The choice isn't mine anymore.'

Glancing up angrily, she reached for both of their hands taking one in each of her own.

"M-my life is yours..M-Mind, Body, and S-Soul." She whispered brokenly, her resolve and hope gone with her soul binding promise.

"Ohh Puddin! This is so beautiful I could just cry!" The woman shrieked excitedly.

"Stand up. Do you remember who you are? What your name could be?" The green haired man pulled her upwards suddenly, and she found herself standing before them.

Her height paled in comparison to them her being a mere five feet even, her neck straining as she looked up to gaze at their perfect faces.

She closed her eyes, trying desperately to remember something, anything, but only succeeded in making her head throb painfully.

"I-it hurts! I can't.. I don't know. Who am I? I-I don't know..is this even real? ..What am i?!" Her breathing became shallow as she fell toward, crashing into their open hands as they caught her effortlessly.

"Hey hey now doll, it's okay! None of it matters anyway! Think of it as a new start! Puddin, I'm sure we could give her a new name?" The woman eyed her carefully as her breathing slowed down gradually.

She bit her lip to keep from crying out in pain, as the pounding in her head slowly got better. Meeting his gaze, she let her tears fall as she looked down in disappointment.

"I'm sorry..I-I really tried..it just hur.."

"You know..!" He yelled slightly, cupping her face in his hands effectively cutting her off.

"You have the prettiest shade of green eyes..they remind me of this emerald Necklace that I stole in Perú for my little minx." He glanced at the woman in question, making Harley blush a bright red.

Laughing, he caressed Jasmine's face delicately as he continued.

"That's it! I'll call you.. Jade. It fits you perfectly! I mean Harley, have you seen these eyes?! Almost makes you wanna pluck them out if they weren't so beautiful! Wouldn't you agree pooh?" He cackled loudly.

"I think it fits perfectly! How about you doll?" She nodded in her direction.

She smiled at them, her tear streaked face made her look like a broken porcelain doll.

"My name..is Jade. Thank you, My king, and Queen." She bowed before them, shivering as his laugher became more sinister. Hearing clapping she looked up to see the woman bouncing up and down, clapping her hands together excitedly.

"Oh did you hear that! We're royalty now! Now, as heart stealing as that was, a simple Harley, or Harley Quinn would suffice! And this here, is the one, the only, the infamous, Joker! Some may know him as Mistah J, Clown Prince Of Crime, etcetera, etcetera..but he's my Puddin!" She giggled as he growled at her.

"Though only I call him that.." she eyed her seriously, her tone a bit forewarning.

"Now, Puddin has things to take care of so today I'll be teaching you the do's and don't's! Think of it as some…girl time!" She squealed excitedly.

She watched as The Joker walked away, leaving the two women alone.

"Now, first things first! We've got to do something about those hands!" She hufffed, clearly annoyed.

"Silly girl, you're just determined to make a mess aren't you?" She scolded as she glanced around, noticing the blood and glass covering the floor.

"Meet me in the bathroom, I'll clean this up" She followed Harley's finger that was pointing towards a door, and followed. Closing the door behind her, she gripped the sink painfully, making fresh blood smear on the sink.

'God..what have I done? Did I just sell my soul to the devil?' She laughed suddenly, surprising herself.

'Ya know, they say the devil was once one of the most beautiful angel in heaven.'

She gasped aloud, her fear creeping back.

'W-What is this?! W-Who said that?!'

'oh come on, must we go through this again? You can't be that stupid can you?' The voice was clear and defined, as if someone were talking to her through her mind.

"Shut up" she growled aloud, questioning her sanity as she realized she was really responding to a voice only she heard.

"Who ya talking to kiddo?"

She jumped as Harley put a hand on her shoulder, turning her around. Harley eyed her questioningly as she shook her head, trying to avoid her gaze.

"N-no one.."

She didn't exactly want to tell the woman she'd been responding to the voices that were obviously in her head.

Shrugging, Harley grabbed her hands and proceeded to wrap them up in a tight gauge. She watched painfully as the woman poured an antibacterial liquid on her hands, making them burn.

"There! That should keep them from getting infected. Now, its time for a bath. Your skin is practically healed, but it's better to be safe than sorry!" She rambled on as she began helping the woman out of her clothes, laughing as she blushed a bright pink.

"Relax! It's nothing I ain't seen before!" She winked.

Curiously, Jade watched as Harley poured a green liquid into the water, gasping when the water turned a deep shade of green.

"What is that?" She eyed it worriedly.

Rolling her eyes, she ushered the shaking woman into the water, carefully placing her so she lay comfortably against the tub. Taking her hand into her own, she poured an antiseptic on Jade's bleeding hand, wincing as the woman yelled slightly in her ear.

A comfortable silence befell them as Helped her apply the medicine on her body, before Jade felt the urge to speak again.

"Who am I..?" Her tone now dark.

Harley glanced at her in surprise, confusion clear on her face.

"What do you mean? You're Jade silly!"

Jade shook her head, tears now forming in her eyes.

"No..I mean. Who was I? I have almost no memory of myself, except little flashes, and even then I can't focus long enough due to the pain? All I can remember is you, a green haired man, and a scarecrow!"

'let's not forget the darkness..' a new voice whispered loudly in her mind, this one more dark, more sinister.

Oh great. There's more than one?

She squeezed her eyes shut.

Harley watched as tears dropped off her lashes, landing heavily against her cheek. She smiled despite herself, thinking the scene was beautiful.

"Have I gone mad?" Jade whispered brokenly.

Harley wiped away her tears, laughing despite Jades obvious growing despair.

"Have I gone mad?!" She laughed rudely, mocking the woman.. "Your accent Is so classy! I love British people" she sighed longingly, her own accent heavy.

She cupped her facing lovingly noticing how Jade unconsciously leaned into her hand.

"Listen kid..Sometimes, its best to leave the past in the past" she warned, her tone softening.

Besides..I'm sure your old name couldn't be cooler than Jade! It matches you perfectly! Plus? It's a gift from Puddin!" She winked at her, a friendly smile on her face.

Sniffling, Jade shook her head in agreement, though she still cried. Eventually, Harley helped her out of the tub and proceeded to dress her.

Looking in the mirror Jade gasped at the dress, awe and shock apparent on her face.

The dress was a deep royal purple, the same shade as her dyed hair. The front of the dress bore a plunging "V" cut, accented with Jade diamonds along the trims. The dress stoped just before her mid thigh, barely leaving anything to the imagination.

She eyed Harley in disbelief.

"I-I can't wear that! It's too revealing! And too expensive!" She shook her head in disbelief.

Harley rolled her eyes, finding her innocence annoying.

"You can, and you will. It's okay, no one would dare judge you. You belong to us now" Harley's smile grew possessive, almost deadly.

"No one would dare hurt you again doll, unless we permit it. The city of Gotham knows its place!" She laughed, her laugh almost mimicking the Jokers own terrifying laughter.

She froze, Harley's words ringing strongly in her mind.

She was now owned.

She no longer controlled her future, her fate.

She belonged to them both. Mind, body, and soul.

She shivered, thought out of fear or excitement, she couldn't tell.

A/N: This chapter took longer than I originally planned, writers block is a serious disease! Sorry for ending it here but the next chapter will be a treat! Reviews are much appreciated! Till next time! –WhySoCuriouss.