AN: Enjoy the next installment! I'll do my best to get the next one up in a couple days. As always, reviews are greatly appreciated :)

I couldn't believe I was doing this. I cursed myself as I navigated through the woods, trying to keep from landing on my face and killing myself in this stupid dress and slight high-heels. Why did I agree to this? Why did I even come to see him? I should've refused to do this test or whatever this actually is. You did it because you are a sucker; go ahead and admit it, you are a sucker, said that little voice in my head that was getting rather annoying.

I had no clue where I was going; I was just walking, trying to stay in a straight line to avoid getting really lost because I had a pretty poor sense of direction. I hadn't heard anything or seen anyone, which had me wondering if I really was going the right way or not. At that point I was too busy looking around to watch where I was stepping and my foot caught on a tree root and I went falling to the ground. I cried out in pain as my ankle felt like it was literally on fire. Then the surrounding trees burst to life as automatic gunfire filled the air. I buried my head into my arms, lying as flat to the ground as I possibly could. Are you freakin' kidding me?! This CANNOT be happening!

I waited, hoping I wasn't about to die until the firing quit. I carefully lifted my head to look around. It looked mostly clear, so I stood up. That's when a shot came sounded out of the trees to my left and I ran for it, my ankle searing in pain the whole way. I took refuge behind a large oak tree so that I could catch my breath and contemplate a move. Of course, all I could really think about was the pain in my ankle and how unfair it was that Joker's men had guns and I had nothing, absolutely nothing. This was beginning to look more like a death trap, and I didn't like that. I leaned back in frustration against the tree and hit my head on something rather sharp. "Ouch!" I cried, turning around wanting to punch the tree. That's when I saw it; it was a knife with holding a note in place. Maybe there is hope! I thought as I yanked the knife out of the tree so I could read the note:

So you found it, now let's see what you can do with it. There are four henchmen in the woods with you…all of them have an automatic weapon. You obviously have found yours. Fight your way out to safety or resign yourself to death…you choose.

I let the note slip from my grip as I stared at the knife. I knew what this meant, I knew what I was being forced to do. My eyes welled up with tears knowing I would need to kill or be killed. I took a deep breath and stood up. I may not have the odds in my favor, but I sure as hell ain't going down without a fight. And I was pretty sure The Joker was counting on that stubborn side of my personality and I knew it. But I knew I was going to give him exactly what he wanted. My hand clenched around the knife as I moved off to find one of those henchmen.

I was trying to maneuver through the undergrowth as quietly as possible and without putting too much weight on my ankle. I was positive that at the very least it was severely sprained. Had my dress not kept getting caught on briar patches, I would've been doing pretty well at being quiet. Finally though, I managed to more or less stumble upon one of the henchmen. Luckily, his back was to me, so I snuck up behind him, wrapped my arm around his neck, and slit his throat just like the show in all the movies. His body fell hard to the ground with a tiny thud. I picked up the gun to carry with me. Then I continued on, without another look at the lifeless body.

The next one that I came upon heard me approach because I had to hit that stupid tree branch and it had to give such a loud crack that it sounded like a gunshot going off in the dead silent woods. He whirled around on me and fired, and I hit the ground like a bolt of lightning. I began to army crawl across the ground to the masked man. Sure, I could've shot him, would've been easier, but while my dad had insisted I learned to shoot, I had insisted that I would never shot anyone.

When I finally reached him, I raised my right hand with the knife and slammed it as hard as I could into his left thigh, piercing whatever the major artery there is called. I pulled my knife out and the man fell to the ground screaming in pain as he began to bleed out. I decided I wouldn't leave him so I calmly slit his throat too. Then I picked up his gun and stood up. I dusted off my dress, not that it was really worth it because it was pretty ripped up from crawling on my stomach. I shrugged and headed further into the woods, only two guys to go.

I had to have wandered for awhile and still not found another one of his henchmen. And my ankle was really starting to hurt. Just when I was getting ready to give up, I spotted another one, half hidden in the trees, gun at the ready if he saw anything. I froze, and sidestepped so I could come up behind him. I snuck up behind him and killed him quickly and quietly like I had done to the first one. Grabbed his gun, and headed on. See, you can survive. This really isn't that difficult, I told myself.

I knew I wouldn't be able to sneak up on the final guy; the guns were clanking together and making too much noise to employ the element of surprise. But I wasn't worried, I had already killed three of them, how hard could it be to get the last one?

When he saw me approaching, I tensed, expecting him to open fire on me. He froze too. He saw the guns and knew his buddies had been killed. He threw his gun to the ground and held up his arms in surrender. I marched right up to him, pulling out the knife as I approached.

I picked up his gun, leaving him completely unarmed. Then I said, "Take your pick," as I held up the knife and a gun.

His eyes filled with fear as he began to plead with me, "Please don't kill me. I swear I won't hurt you. I was only doing what The Joker asked of me. He is crazy you know, I never really wanted to hurt you. Just please…."

"It's not that simple. Now choose," I replied bitterly.

"No, please! I swear, I'll go turn myself in to the police. I'm begging you to let me live," he said as his eyes filled with tears.

"Sorry, can't do that," I said, lowering the gun. Since he was considerably taller than me, I stabbed him in the stomach, bringing him to his knees.

He clutched his stomach, pleading, "You are not a killer. You don't have to do this. Please, ju—"

I stabbed the knife into his throat, yanking it out with a clean slicing motion, spraying blood everywhere. Bit messer than I expected. His lifeless body fell forward and I backed up to not be hit. Then I whispered, "Sadly, tonight I just became a killer to save my own life."

I turned and took off in a full sprint. Or at least I ran as best as I could with my injured ankle. I had four guns clanking around me and put on a final burst of speed as I could see light at the edge of the woods. I came tearing out of there, tripping over my own feet. I threw the guns down and collapsed at The Joker's feet.

He was laughing hysterically. "Pretty impressive. Shame you ruined the dress though," he said, his eyes frowning since his mouth couldn't. "But how does it feel, Mels, to be a killer?" he asked with a sick laugh.