Chapter 5: Fueled With Fear
~These words are knives and often leave scars~
~ This is Gospel, Panic! At The Disco - To Weird to Live, To Rare to Die~
After getting her stitches done she ended up learning and being friends with The Joker's men. She learned that Oliver came here all the way from Brighton, England and has a degree in medical science (obviously) and a love for cinematic arts. John actually was in the military, and worked with a small group of vigilanties. (But The Joker doesn't know that) David actually goes to university and aiming for a degree for computer science. He previously went to collage for culinary arts and is pretty good at video games and tennis apparently. There was also one more of The Joker's men that wasn't there, but they told Zara about him. Apparently he is their 'Scout boy' they call him. They call him that because he is their scouter for supplies and he knows a lot about firearms and explosives. "He'll be here today. Well he just went on vacation to visit his girlfriend somewhere outside of Gotham." David said as he slumps on the couch and switches the tv on. The rest of them follow and Zara stayed sitting at the table. 'Maybe staying here isn't a bad idea.' She thought. As she stood up on chair to go exploring, John pointed out something. "Hey Zara, check this out." She turned her attention to the tv screen and surprised at what she saw.
"Teenage kid kidnapped by The Joker and Harley Quinn after attack on the Gotham Police Department"
The woman and the tv read. Zara raised an eyebrow as the guys watched on, not paying attention at Zara. Then suddenly, The Joker came in crashing through the main door followed behind Harley. "We're Home early today!" Harley yells as she danced her way to the fridge. Zara's heart started to beat fast as The Joker approached her and grabbed her jaw hard. She felt like it was about to be dislocated from her head. "I hope my little girl hasn't gone into any trouble." He said as he slapped her cheek aggressively with every word. She winced in pain with every slap. The Joker walked toward Harley as she took a gulp of some type of transparent alcohol. She handed him the same bottle as he also took a gulp. They both talked softly to each other, then looked at Zara. Confused, Harley came up to Zara, happy and preppy, grabbed her hand and lead her back to the room she was once in; the torture room. Her heart pounding like a thousand drums.
She quickly grabbed Zara's arm and started to follow The Joker to the room. "Wait! What are we doing?! I'm not going back to that room!" She yelled as she ripped her arm away from Harley's grasp. "Zara, whatcha talkin' bout? I thought you liked it!" She stated. "What? Are you mental!? Hell no! I'm not going back there!" She yelled. Harley stopped in the middle of the hallway and pouted and Zara saw The Joker stop at his tracks and turn to face her. "You guys are absolute freaks if you think I 'liked' it!" She scoffs and backs away from them slowly.
The Joker then slowly walks towards her, Harley following. Zara gets this as a cue, and runs down the hallway to the exit. Her heeled combat boots slamming against the wooden floors. She swings the front door open and runs outside into the sunny weather. She hears loud footsteps approach quickly behind her as she tries to run faster. Adrenaline pumping through her blood and fear talking over her mind. The Joker quickly tackled her down on the rough gravel and she tumbled down. Cutting her shin and through her jeans, and hitting her head on the blacktop. Zara's head starts to spin and pound as she feels herself being carried. The Joker tosses her over his shoulder, and Zara puts a small fight, flailing her arms and legs weakly. Her head pounding and spinning to much, her strength poured out of her. After a while, she was slammed onto a hard cool surface. Bright lights surrounded her vision as she felt again, being strapped by leather. She was back to the room and another torture session awaited her. "That should do it!" Harley said. Zara was so dizzy, when Harley spoke, her speech sounded distorted. She blinked a few times for her eyes to adjust to the lights as it shined directly into her sky blue orbs.
"This will teach ya to not run away and do as your told. Zara." She heard The Joker said. Her whole body being fueled with fear. "No, Pl-" she tried to whimper, but The Joker slammed the electricity filled batons down on her temples. Her screamed filled the room as the pain in her head gotten worse. The pounding turned into drilling and her whole body was filled with pain and fear. He removed the batons as Zara opened her teary eyes as water flood out of them. "Oh, don't cry! It's only gonna get better!" Yelled Harley. Zara bursted out in tears, begging for no more. But the pain came back and again Zara saw another flashback.
~"Harley, take Zara with ya! Now!" Someone yelled. Her vision was small and shrunked, like last time. She was then swooped up into Harley's arms and she saw an explosion happen behind Harley. She also saw The Joker follow right behind her.~
The pain settles down as The Joker removes the batons from her head. Her screams stop and and her eyes shoot back open, her sweat rolling off her forehead. Her heavy breathing is all Zara could her as Harley removes the straps and The Joker carries her over his shod again back to the room she woke up in again. The Joker drops her on the cold wooden floor and suddenly kicks her in the stomach to snap out of it. Zara wheezes for air from the impact and curls up into a ball. The Joker then starts o kcik her repeativly anywhere. Her back, neck, stomach, head, legs, anywhere. She tries to curl up in a ball to avoid anymore blows, but it just gets worse. She silently sobs as he grabs her neck and slams her head down on the floor. "Try to escape again, and you'll regret it.