Hey you guys :D fast update right? I will not be updating next weekend because I have finals and lots of work/tests to do and it's stressful .-. But anyways, I had fun writing this chapter. I enjoy writing this story and I'm glad you guys have liked it so much. Thank you to the review but I would love to see more people reviewing and leave their thoughts and feedback on the story/chapter!

Time-Dog - I'm trying my best to make this story darker. And the Joker but especially Harley Quinn. And thank you so much! I'm glad you're enjoying it and that you're hooked on it. That's what I was going for! Yay :D

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POV- Ryan

I got shoved into the room. It was dim. The only thing that lit up the room was a single hanging light, and under that light was a normal sized wooden chair.

The light flickered on. I turned around and met the pale face. Eyes dark and full of anger, frustration.

What is happening?! I'm in the room where people get killed! I don't want to get killed!

"What am I doing?", I hopelessly asked.

No answer. The pale face stared back at me.

"Why am I here?!", I questioned. My voice started getting louder.

A knife was brought out. The blade sharp, shiny and silver. Light reflected off of it. The knife came towards me, threateningly.

"Har-Harleen? Stop. You don't know what you are doing", I said, my voice shaking.

POV- Harley Quinn

"Harleen is gone, Ryan", I said dangerously.

"Don't kill me Harleen, please don't kill me", he asked begging me.

I hesitated for a second.

Should I kill him? Yes, you should.

I snapped out of my daze and grabbed Ryan by the neck, pulling him down to my level bringing the knife to his neck.

Staring straight in to his eyes I said, "Don't call me Harleen. I'm Harley. Harleen isn't here anymore."

He stared at me wide eyed.

"What do you want from me?", he asked, eyes starting to water.

What a wuss! Ha!

"You should know. You are the one who promised me that you wouldn't tell the Joker my plan. You said you would help me. Now suddenly you don't want to? I don't know but that seems pretty suspicious to me", I told him.

"I-I'm sorry Harlee-Harley! Don't hurt me. Please."

"Hmmm. Yeah you know what? I think it might be too late for apologizing, Ryan."

I paused and watched him. His eyes were still watering.

"I knew you were going to tell the Joker my plan. I knew it! But yet I trusted you. And you lied. I don't like liars."

A couple tears fell out of his eyes and he begged me to not hurt or kill him.

"Ya know what Ryan? I thought you'd be stronger than this. But I guess not. You're pathetic."

Kill him. Do it. You know you want to. Kill. Him.

Suddenly I punched him right in the jaw. His head went back and he lost some of his balance. Taking this advantage I shoved him to the ground. Pinning him to the ground I traced the edge of his jaw with the knife.

"Tsk tsk. You made me mad Ryan. Angry. All this crap that has happened to me has really changed me. It's pushed me over the edge." I sighed and looked at him disapprovingly.

"Such a shame."

Ryan was really crying now. It was silent though.

"Goodbye Ryan."

I lifted the knife. I was about to puncture his stomach when he suddenly pushed me off.

Get up!

Standing up, I ran to the light switch, turning it off. It was dark but my eyes adjusted quickly. I could see the outline of everything.

I heard Ryan curse somewhere across the room. Silently I tip toed over there.

"I can hear you breathing Ryan", I said to the darkness.

Suddenly I felt hands on my shoulders. I got shoved to the ground. The flashlight went rolling across the room. It wasn't shining in my direction but the room lit up a little. I could see Ryan's face now. He looked angry. I was angry too.

His hand went to my neck, fingers curling around my throat. The fingernails were digging into my neck. I tried to pry his fingers off me, scratching hard at them. They started bleeding a little.

Ryan started laughing at my struggling. It sounded dangerous, macabre.

"You can't hurt me. You're a stupid girl Harleen."

That only made me more angry.

"I'm..not s-stupid", I choked out.

His hand was wrapping tighter around my throat.

I had a thought suddenly. Where's the knife?

I felt around for it beside me. My fingers felt the cold blade. Feeling for the handle I grabbed it.

"Poor, poor Harleen. So stupid, so naïve.", he said looking at me disgusted.

"You have nobody Harleen. Nobody to save you. That's too bad."

Tears pricked at my eyes. My lungs hurt from lack of oxygen.

"You.. won't win", I tried to say, now struggling to speak.

"You.. can't hurt.. me." I said. I slowly lifted the knife, ready to puncture his skin.

Pulling my arm back I forced the knife through his skin. He yelled in pain and let go of my throat.

Get up!, I screamed in my head.

Getting up I ran over to the light switch and flipped it on. I saw Ryan on the floor clutching his side. Suddenly he got up and started running towards me.

Then I ran at him, but I was stronger than him at the moment. Easily I pushed him down. We both tumbled to the ground, he shoved me off and I landed on my side.

He pinned me down and punched my jaw. I heard it crack. I yelped a little from the pain but tried ignoring it.

Ryan attempted at taking the knife from my hand.

"NO!", I screamed at him.

Swinging the knife around I cut him across the arm. He let to of my small wrist. Shoving him off of me I pinned him down once again.

Raising the knife I plunged it deep in his stomach. Blood shot up out of it. I stabbed him again and again. It felt good to hurt someone. I was taking all of my anger, frustration, out on him.

"You're the stupid one Ryan! You will never win! Nobody is going to miss you.", I spat at him.

I stabbed again and again, blood splattering on me.

He kept yelling in pain. Blood was everywhere. All on my hands and clothes. I don't even know how many times I stabbed him. Wounds covered his body. His body was bleeding out. I could see inside his stomach. The entrails showing. Blood pooled up on the ground around him. The room was silent now, other than my heavy breathing.

I didn't feel guilty, no remorse whatsoever.

He deserved it.

I started laughing. I laughed all the way to the small bathroom down the hall and washed my hands. The blood stained the sink some but I washed it off. I looked up at the mirror. My blonde hair tangled, my eyes looked as if they were glossed over.

What have I become? I'm a monster. A murderer. A horrible person.

I walked into my room. Laying down on the small mattress, I thought about what I had just done.

It felt sort of good. To kill someone. It was so easy.

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~AbbieDabbie