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

Enjoy, please R&R XO XO

Something For You

...."Wanna know where I got them?"

I shake my head. My eyes just stare at the man grabbing the back of my neck. He licks his lips and rolls his eyes to the ceiling, the grip on my neck gets tighter.

"Of course you do, let me make you comfortable." He emphasizes the "T." The man looks down at my feet.

"Oh, and don't bother running..." He says without looking at me. He flips a dangerous-looking knife seemingly out of nowhere. "Promise?" He makes a face like a child would, biting his bottom lip. I nod my head more tears making their way down my face.

He grabs my ankles and tugs at them angrily, cutting the rope with the knife. I'm finally loose, the pressure from the rope around my ankles is blessedly gone.

He tosses the rope to the side, but he keeps his eyes on me. I sit there just like I'm supposed to, scared for my life because of some man dressed as a...clown or something.

He cocks his head to the side and clucks his tongue. Suddenly he lunges at me, taking me off the mattress on the floor to the wall next to it.

The knife in his hand is at my cheek, the sharp edge pressing into my cheek causes me to close my eyes slightly because of the pain. He shakes my head around a little and rolls his eyes to the ceiling again.

"So I had a wife beautiful, like you, who tells me I worry too much. Who tells me I ought to smile more. Who gambles and gets in deep with the sharks"

My heart rate seems to have slowed down some how, I watch him as he continues with his story, cringing at the knife cutting into my cheek.

"One day, they carve her face." My eyes go as wide as I think of what he'll do to me.

"And we have no money for surgeries. She can't take it. I just want to see her smile again, hmm? I just want her to know that I don't care about the scars. So... I stick a razor in my mouth and do this..."

He moves his tongue across his mouth, mimicking what he'd done.

"...To myself. And you know what? She can't stand the sight of me! She leaves. Now I see the funny side. Now I'm always smiling!"

He smiles at me, I just stare back at him, what can I do really?

He begins chuckling to himself, then erupts into laughter, digging the knife into my cheek more. The clown stops laughing and comes closer to me, looking straight into my eyes.

"Lets take this off shall we?" He asks as he brings the hand from round my neck to the corner of the material around my mouth, I nod.

"You won't scream now will you? or else.." he says and as he taps my nose with his knife, I shake my head.

He tugs and pulls the material from my mouth, I gasp for air and cough at the same time.

He moves back looking at me, still holding the knife in his hand incase I make any fast movements.

Fuck attempting that!

"Well well well, finally we can chat" he says fluttering his hand in the air at the last part, I bring my hand up to my cheek to check if I'm bleeding much.

"Just a scratch, you got off easy" he says as he walks closer tapping his own cheek. "So let us introduce ourselves" he says as he plays with his knife.

I just watch him, not knowing what i should do, he points the knife at me as if to say 'you first'.

"Mad..Madison" I answer which comes out croaky and broken.

"Madison, I like it. I think ill call you Maddie or Mads" he says as he taps the knife on his chin looking up, as if he's naming a pet. "Well Maddie, you may call me The Joker" he bows to me.

"Please to meet you" He says thrusting his hand to me, I can't help but just stare at the purple glove thats poiting at me. I'm kidnapped, threatened and he's acting like this! What the hell is going on?

He raises one eyebrow to me, I quickly grab his hand and shake it, "Please to meet you, Joker"

He smiles as we shake hands "Hmm, I have something for you" he says pulling out of the hand shake. He walks towards a very old looking dresser up against the wall opposit. I watch him as he rummages for something.

"Where the hell did I put it? where is it?...AH! here it is!" he says the last part in a sing song way before he walks towards me again smiling...i think.

Joker puts his hand out as if to tell me to give him my own.

My hand seems to be controlling itself like most of my bodyparts today, my right hand raises itself, Joker clucks his tounge, making my eyes meet his as he shakes his head.

I lift my left hand and he nods fast and takes my hand to put something on my finger next to my little one, where my wedding ring would go if i got married....oh god better not be a fucking ring!!

I take my hand back slowly and look at the new item that shines on my finger, it's no ring luckly, but one of my silver hoop earrings. My mouth drops open as my hand shoots up to my left ear to see if its there, I look at him confused.

"You dropped it, so I brought you here to return it" he says turning his back to me.

"Wait! what when?" i move forward. Being brave arent we? my brain asks.

"When you were walking home that one night, I went to catch up and give it you there and then but...I did'nt want to freak you out". Again he says the T hard, moving his hands in the air again as he talks. Licking his lips too i noticed, like a tic he has to do.

"You...you mean you was there?"

"its MAGIC! what makeup can do" he grins to me, then it hit me, the man sketching on the fence, the twinge of pain i felt as i put in my left headphone. How I didnt match the two together in the first place was beyond me. The scars make it so fucking obvious!

"Thank you" I say taking the earring off my finger and putting it back into my ear lobe.

"It's what i do" he says then erupts into laughter again, this time making me nearly cover my ears from the sound.

I stand still, looking around the room waiting for him to stop laughing. The walls are some kind of grey, dark patches here and there with bits of plaster missing in random places.

The ragged worn out, once white matress on the floor with blue stripes going down it. My eyes creep back up to the man named Joker, who stops laughing then walks closer to me. My sholders flinch and come up as if to protect me. He begins to look at me up and down, walking round me in a circle.

"So what do you do Mad?"

"What...what do i do?" I ask shakily.

He clucks his tongue as he walks around me "Yes as in what do you do in...er..life"

"I used to work at a cosmetic store" I say looking at the floor, I watch his legs go to pass but they come to a stop infront of me. I lift my head up to face him, still staring at those scars.

"Cosmetics eh? would I be interested?" he lifts one of his eyebrows grinning slightly, what happned next suprised the hell out of me, I laughed. I laughed at his joke.

After the laugh escaped my mouth, my hands came up to my mouth, too late to cover the sound, The Joker just stares at me, a slight shocked expression on his face, he looks at the knife in his hand then back to me.

"Used to?" he asks

"Yes, I quit today"

"Really? why?" Joker begins to walk round me again but just stopping untill he's behind me, i feel his breath on the back of my head.

"It was'nt for me, I left to travel, for adventure" Tears began to sting my eyes again, wondering if I'll ever escape from this place.

I feel something playing with my hair, it's him, moving pieces of my light brown hair around. I feel him lean in towards my right ear.

"Adventure?" he says in a deep voice, the breath from his mouth sending me to shiver, I nod slowly.

I feel him move slowly round to face me again, he plays with my hair again, moving the wet pieces caused by sweating and tears from my face. "I'll give you adventure" he says through his clenched yellow teeth pulling me closer to him.

"I'm...I'm not allowed to leave?" I cry to him, my voice breaking as my eyes fill up even more making it hard to see again.

"Nope" he simply answers popping the 'p'.

My knees begin to buckle on me. I begin to fall to the floor, Joker simply lets go of me, letting me fall fully. I brace myself on my knees and hands beginning to panic, I shoot up on my knees looking up at him.

"Why? what have I done? please I won't tell anyone I don't even know where the hell I am, please!" I beg him, crying, sobbing all the works, but nothing seems to bother or change the look on his face, it just makes him look more...pleased.

He looks down at me and cocks his head as he slowly starts to crouch down to me again.

"What have you done? nothing, that's simple. You've done nothing at all and thats the thing. You think your like one of them out there, but your not, I can see that" he starts playing with my hair again.

"Oh, i can see that perfectly... they live their perfect lives in their own glittery world. Some who have done wrong in their life, yet they seem to get stuck in that perfect glittery world with everything they've ever wanted." Joker starts to curl some of my hair around his index finger

"While others who suffer and do good in life, like yourself, get no credit. Who get no recognition for anything. You live your dragging life day in and day out, the same old routine"

I look down at his shirt, taking in what he was saying, it was true, it was all true and i hated him for being right.

"Make a difference, step out the goodie routine, do some wrong in life and you'll get what you want.....adventure" he says lifting my head to look at him.

"You won't tell anyone? Damn fucking straight you won't, because if you do..." he squeezes my face hard, making my cheeks come close together. I squirm at the pain which only makes him squeeze harder, i screw my eyes shut in pain as he brings the knife into my mouth resting it on one of the corners.

"I'll have to shut that pretty little mouth of yours. So no, your not going anywhere, you'll be thankfull" His grip on my face softens. Joker pushes me to the floor as he stands up straightning his suit, walking over to the door of the room.

I lie there on the floor, panting for air, moving my head round to see him. The creeking of the door makes me spin my head round to face him, watching him as he walks out.

"You'll see" he giggles walking out the room before shutting the door, the sound of him locking it follows soon after.

I sit up on the floor, now finally alone I can let myself go. I wrap my arms around my legs trying to comfort myself, it dosent work.

"It will be okay" I try to convince myself, again it dose'nt work. I begin to rock back and forth softly as I completely break down. I don't care if he can hear how loud I'm crying, this is probably my one only chance to let it all out.

I rest my head on my knees as i rock slowly on the floor, wondering when he'll be back, wondering whats going to happen.

XO

So Love, Peace and Put A Smile On That Face