AN - So original characters I've used, Joker so far, belong to creators and rightfull owners, NOT ME. I so freaking wish haha. I just write for the joy not to make any profit.

Characters I own are Madison, Amber, Riley, Max, Leo and Adam.

WARNINGS! - Language!! and some violence (not alot or hardly any but just to be safe)

Enjoy, please R&R XO XO

Why, Hello There

What...what the fuck just happened?? My mind asks.

I open my eyes and all I can see is darkness. I try to blink to make sure they're open. My lashes brush against material thats covering my eyes and it comes back to me what happened.

oh...

I try to scream out, but the material tied around my head covering my mouth makes any sound impossible to hear. I don't give up screaming into the gag, its salt taste lingering on my tongue as I attempt to call out for help.

I try to sit up but just fall back down. My arms tied behind me tightly with what feels like rope, causing my skin to burn and most likely causing it to break and bleed.

The same goes for my ankles and knees, bound together, keeping me from trying to make a run for it.

Wouldn't get anywhere really, I can feel the ground under me moving. I'm guessing I'm in that van they mentioned…where the fuck are they taking me??

I lie my head back down on the cold wet metal floor, listening to the wheels move underneath me.

Oh God...the worst comes to mind and the tears come with it, wetting the material that's covering my eyes.

Then the van comes to a sudden stop. I lay still on the floor, listening to what they're doing.

"Get your masks on! Riley you get the door while me and Max get her and Adam can grab her stuff." I heard the foreign accent say.

I hear the doors shut, the gravel under the thugs' feet crunch as they move to the side of the van where the top of my head is pointing. Suddenly the door flies open and a breeze rushes in.

I try to move to the back of the van as much as I can, but one of them grabs my hoodie and drags me towards him, grabbing my shoulders and pulling me out of the van. I fall to the ground.

"Max, put her over your shoulder." One of them says. Before I know it, I'm up in the air and thrown over what feels more like a pile of rocks then a shoulder.

I moan as I'm thumped down. I feel one of his hands take a firm grip on the back of my left leg, then the other on my lower back nearly touching my ass. Hey, he better watch it!...What the hell am i saying? They've got me way outnumbered.

"Hurry up, Adam!" One of the thugs calls out, then the man whose rocky shoulder I'm slung over stops, the creaking of a door is all I can hear. The rest is pure silence.

I feel the man known as Max hoist me up a little. The temperature seems to change for the warmer with whatever room we enter. I jump as Max grabs me harder and takes me off his shoulder, onto something soft. A mattress maybe? Oh, fuck, no.

"Do we do anything else?"-

-YOU HAD FUCKING BETTER NOT

One of them asks. His breath clouds my face. The smell of cigarettes and old coffee is terrible.

"No, he said leave her how she is." I just sit there on the side of my left leg. The door shutting is the last thing I hear before I begin to panic. The pace of my breathing picks up.

"Hello?" I try to say against the gag in my mouth. I move my head around, trying to make the blindfold move slightly. No luck. The squeaking of the door makes me jump again. I sit still where I am, waiting...

"Hello?" I try to say once more. No answer. I hear footsteps coming towards me.

Oh god this is it, I'm gonna die. This is how im gonna die. The tears began to flow harder, I can't control myself.

Suddenly I feel something tugging at the cloth over my eyes. I close them and wait for it to be removed. This force rips its down my face and I throw my eyes open.

My heart goes into overdrive.

HOLY SHIT.

"Why, hello there." The man in front of me says, smiling. "Pretty thing, aren't we?"

My eyes just stare into his, and the sheer darkness of them. Nothing seems to be there. They're the darkest brown I've ever seen, surrounded by pitch-black makeup.

I force my eyes to look at his hair, the unusual tinge of green on his what seems to look like golden brown hair. Then my eyes travel down to his face, to his mouth.

More makeup, this time it's a crimson red covering his mouth in a garish, clownish fake smile.

I concentrate on his mouth now, the scars. The ripped, bumpy skin of the slashed smile sends me screaming into the gag again.

"Shhhh…" He says as he mockingly strokes my face. He grabs the back of my neck forcefully.

I whimper and frown at the pain of his grip, my eyes filling up more, making them almost impossible to see through.

"Wanna know where I got them?"

XO

Do YOU wonna know where I got them?

So Love, Peace and Put A Smile On That Face