A/N: Hi Everyone. IM SO SORRY for the not updating thing, my Beta was working very hard and now its ready :] I'm happy with the reviews, but please continue. If you really like the story tell me and i'll continue (: Anyway, Enjoy.

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" If you lie, you dont deserve to have friends. If you lie you don't deserve to have them."
- Newport Living

The Joker still had me pressed up against the door, his knife digging into the soft skin of my cheek. As the pain started to become almost intolerable, he withdrew it and giggled in satisfaction.

The blood ran down my neck teasingly, the warm liquid sliding over my skin with an agonizing slowness, leaving a trail of crimson in its wake. However, I couldn't relish in the absence of the blade for long. The Joker, who was practically crushing my arms with his strong grip, dragged me from the car and led me towards the dark areas of the docks. The places that never caught even a glimpse of the light.

I knew that I would have bruises later by the way he was grasping my arm. Even as I whimpered and cried at the pain, he still dragged me behind him with brute force, quickening his pace slightly.

The closer we got to the suffocating darkness, the more I tried to fight. I fought with all the strength I could muster, kicking, pushing and scratching to my heart's content but to no avail. It was like it had no effect on him whatsoever but I had to get away.

It's not my time; it just can't be!

The Joker tightened his already bruising grip on my arm, snickering at my distress and mumbled something to himself. We were getting closer to the darkness; what lay beyond that point was a mystery to me. However, I did know it wouldn't be good.

It seemed like ages since we began walking but, in actuality, it hadn't even been a minute. I still fought him, wailing on his arm in a desperate attempt to break free. I was hoping that he would get tired of my struggles and just give up. Of course, my hopes, as always, seemed to be just out of reach.

Finally, I stopped and just fell limp. My knees scraped along the pavement, blood oozing from the cuts and running down my pant legs. The pain was excruciating but I couldn't let myself ponder over it. If I did, I would be overcome by it.

My eyelids drooped close and everything was starting to turn black. The Joker, however, decided to drop me unannounced and I opened my eyes in shock, looking around for any sign of light. I was instantly saddened because all light had disappeared, leaving me in a foggy daze. I could only make out shapes for any detail was lost along with the light.

The Joker was skipping around me, humming a lively tune and twirling something, which looked dangerously like a knife, in his hand.

I watched apprehensively as he circled me about three times waiting for him to say something; anything. The pain coming from my neck and knees were agonizing, but I tried to block it out. My hopes were crushed once again as the agony overcame me and my head started to feel heavy. I slowly lowered my head and then the rest of my body, until I was lying on the ground completely, sobbing tears of anger anguish and distress.

"W-What d-do you want f-from me?" I cried weakly, my voice breaking numerous times. I was afraid of his answer, but I needed to hear it all the same.

He stopped dead in his tracks, cocking his head to the side as he looked towards me. His white face paint was standing out in deep contrast with his dark red lips. I couldn't decipher anything else about him in the dark.

"You? Aha ha. What do I want from you? Oh, that's simple, doll face. I'm just in need of a friend. Everyone, uh, need friends, am I right? Why must I be the only exception? Hmm?" He replied to be in a scolding manner, as if he was the teacher and I was the incompliant student. As he spoke, he took a few steps forward, leaving only a few feet between us. I tensed in response to the closeness, silently wishing that this was all just some silly nightmare…

I really wanted to get up and run but my body thought otherwise. It was lifeless and, therefore, I couldn't move. I mean I could barely form coherent thoughts let alone get my body to act accordingly.

The Joker took advantage of my state of being as he closed the gap between us, leaning down to where his face was inches from mine. I could smell his rancid breath sweep across my face and I scrunched my nose in disgust. His breath alone was enough to make me gag but the look of his rotting yellow teeth made the feeling intensify. I tried to turn my head away from him but he grabbed my chin with a vice like grip and so I had no choice but to look at him.

"So, uh, what's your name, toots? Mine's Joker but you can call me Mister J." He said smiling toothily, and giggling like a little school girl who had just been awarded a gold star. He told me with his eyes to speak and, somehow, my I was able to form words. Maybe that was because his grip on my chin was softer than the one he had on my arm.

"M-My name's Hannah. Hannah Dawson." I whispered confidently, my voice stronger than the first time I spoke. He seemed satisfied with my response and pulled me to my feet. The problem was, I could barely stand. My legs shook violently, and the aches rocketing throughout my body made me want to vomit.

I couldn't help the strangled cry that escaped me and I found myself falling. My ears were pounding something fierce and just when I thought my head was going to smash into the cement …something stopped me. I looked up to see what it was and saw a pair of purple gloves holding tightly on to my shoulders, and a painted face grinning down at me.

I smiled a bit, ready to thank him, but before I even had the chance, I began to fall…again.

The Joker released me from his hold and let me fall on to the pavement as he laughed wickedly at my situation. My head hit the ground with a crack and my eyes welled up with tears as I touched my head, immediately feeling the warm, sticky blood on my fingers.

The spot was extremely sore and when I went to look at my fingers, I saw they were coated with burgundy blood. The pain in my head overwhelmed me, creeping into every little crevice of my mind. I couldn't breathe and couldn't think about anything but the agony I was going through at the moment. If my body had shut down before, it was now my head's turn to follow the same path.

As I let those last glimmers of consciousness slip from my view, I heard a malicious cackle let loose by the mad man himself.

One thing I was certain of; he really was a joker.

* * *

"Hannah, wait up!" Will shouted from behind me, trying to catch up. I had run ahead of him, hoping to get to the beach before he could. We always raced to the beach and, usually, he won. For once, it looked like I was going to win; finally.

"Run, run, as fast as you can, you can't catch me, I'm the Gingerbread Man!" I called back to him with a laugh, reiterating what we had just finished reading to his little sister. I could see the beach on the horizon and as I pushed myself the last fifty feet, he passed me. I huffed in anger and ran even faster but it was a lost cause. He beat me; again.

" I beat you Hannah Banana!" He taunted in a sing song voice, lifting me effortlessly into the air and twirling me around. We both grew dizzy and fell to the blanket of sand below us, giggling breathlessly. The only noises to be heard were of our heavy breathing and quit washing of waves as we lay there, intertwined in each other's arms.

" I love you, Hannah." I heard him whisper, and I looked up into his green eyes with slight shock. He had never said that before. Of course, I always thought he loved me but hearing him actually it was a completely different story.

My cheeks grew red, as did his, and he looked away in obvious embarrassment.

" Will… I love you too." I replied softly, pulling his face towards mine. We just sat there for a while, looking into each others eyes until he leaned in closed, and our lips met an instant fire.

The kiss lingered on, deepening with a passion we had never felt before. We stayed close friends for a long time, but it wasn't until this summer, the summer of our junior year, that any feelings had developed.

The sun began to set, giving off colors not normally seen during the day, and our kiss faded.

" You know, every time I see a sunset, I see a story that can't seem to find a logical meaning. It's kind of like it releases all of these colors in confusion, not knowing if it should set or if it should stay high in the sky. It always seems to remind me of a rhyme I learned when I was a kid." He said suddenly, and I smiled up at him, my eyes dreamy and amorous.

" And what rhyme is that?" I asked, honestly interested in what he had to say.

" I don't remember the name, but I remember how It goes. Would you like to hear it?" He asked warily and I could see it in his eyes that he didn't want to bore me. He seemed worries that I would reject him for it but how could I?

"Of course I would." I said sweetly, nodding me head in encouragement. He cleared his throat and leaned himself on his side, facing me with an equally dreamy expression.

" One bright day in the middle of the night, two dead boys got up to fight. Back to back they faced each other, drew their swords and shot each other. A deaf policeman heard the noise, and ran to save the two dead boys. If you don't believe this lie is true, ask the blind man… he saw it too." His voice was like velvet, soft and smooth, and in a way, the rhyme made sense in an eerie sort of manner.

I was too deep in thought to speak and he took it the wrong way, thinking I might have found it distasteful.

" Yeah, I don't know. Its just some rhyme that has stayed with me throughout the years." He said looking away and getting to his feet hastily. He walked towards the splashing water and looked out to it thoughtfully.

I got up too, walking up to him and wrapping my arms around his waist in a caring gesture.

" That was a beautiful rhyme. Really, I loved it." I said into his head seductively, nearly jumping just to speak into it properly. Will say me struggles and turned around, pulling me into his arms lovingly. We kissed again and when our lips touched, I knew our love would last forever.

Why must the good die young?

* * *

I woke up with a start, bolting upright and grabbing my chest breathlessly. My heart was pounding and a cold sweat had developed on the back of my neck. I hated having nightmares, the nightmares of things past.

I had to let it go; I had to let him go.

I felt a throbbing pain pulse throughout my body, and the ache made me wince in discomfort. Slowly, I laid myself back down, feeling slightly better. The pain had somewhat diminished and I refocused my attention on my surroundings.

The room was entirely made of cement and it was pretty small. The walls were caked with graffiti ranging from declarations of love, to appalling profanity. The bed I was laying on was more of a cot ( which stood about two feet off the floor), one white pillow, and a thin ( Equally white ), sheet was also included. Beside the cot was a plain wooden nightstand

The time was 11:37 AM

Even though I had just slept for six hours, keeping my eyes open seemed to be a hard task in its own. This was especially true with no form of entertainment to keep me awake.

That's when I heard door creak open…

" You're awake! Finally! I was, uh, beginning to think you were gonna sleep forever… and what fun would that have been? None; none at all." He mused, partly to himself ashe made his way over to me, and I sat rigidly on the cot. I backed myself against the wall and pulled my knees to my chest, despite the pain, and waited for him to continue.

He cocked his head to the side as he smacked his lips together, giving me a curious look. All of a sudden, he jumped, landing stealthily on the bed before jumping back down toh lean against the wall beside me.

" I think its, uh, time to see how fun you really are." He whispered dangerously into my ear as he bit it playfully, bursting into laughter as I cowered away from him. The Joker gave me one last look before taking himself, and his insane laughter, out of the room and locking me in it once again.

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