Thanks nanakon, here's the next two chapters. Review for both please.
Oh and a quick warning these next two chapters are rather morbid. Lots of blood and gore. Pain and suffering. Enjoy.
Chapter 2
Tortured
She felt the warm stickiness of blood run down her chin from the punch he had just delivered to her jaw. Struck with pain, she bit down on her tongue as hard as she could without making it bleed to hold a scream in.
The next blow was much harder, making her see white and black stare in front of her. She watched them as they floated around the room. The next blow came to her stomach and this time she groaned but still refused to scream. It would only empower him.
"You see Gotham needs a better class of criminal, no deserves, Gotham deserves a better class of criminal, but they refuse to take one. That's why they have the bat. The people elected the bat to care for the city, make it a safer place. Well I have some bad news for the bat and for Gotham citizens. Like you." he leaned toward her and licked his lips. "Would you like to see my face?"
She nodded. Perhaps if she got a good look at her captor she could tell the cops later what he looked like and then they might be able to catch him.
She felt a tug at the bandana that had left her in the dark and squinted her eyes, waiting for the moment to see the man who was currently holding her captive. The first thing she saw was the two shinny metal objects in front of her. Light reflecting off of them causing her to be blinded further. When she could see what they were she shivered. One was his pocket knife and the other was a pair of pliers.
What was he going to do with those? She wondered. Maybe he'll pull out my eyes, my teeth….
"Good morning, doll face." his voice caught her attention and brought her back from her dark thoughts. Yet, another shiver of horror filled her as soon as her eyes found the two scars on his face and those dark, dark eyes. She moaned and began to cry her body heaving with sobs as he stalked around her in his purple suit.
Removing his purple overcoat he threw it on the floor without a care in the world, kind of like a child with a kite. Humming he rolled up his blue sleeves and came towards her with the pliers.
"Your nightmare will start with these." he purred, happily, while turning the dreaded tool with his hand, this way and that in front of her face. She closed her eyes and let the sobs come out, loud and clear for all to hear.
"Oh, don't do that, the fun hasn't even begun." he said in a high pitched whinny voice.
"Please let me go. Please, I have a family-"
"Oh, well that changes everything." he growled grabbing her by her hair and dragging her to face him. "In that case, I won't break all your fingers, I'll leave three how does that sound?"
She shivered, knowing what he was about to do. He was going to use a pair of pliers to break her fingers. She sobbed harder.
"How 'bout nun (none, although I want it to sound like nun because she's crying.) of my fingersssss…." she cried.
"I thought three was a good number, would you like two unbroken-uh fingers?" he murmured into her ear.
"Threes fine." she replied trying to gather her senses.
"Oh, so threes fine now, but it wasn't before?" he asked tilting his head and raising his eyebrows. The sight made him look angry and she just nodded, afraid he would break all of them after all.
"I'm under the impression that you have a hard time-uh deciding what you want so uh- I think I'll just have to choose for you."
"W-why are you doing this to me?" she whined as he moved to pull over a chair she had not seen. Taking in her surroundings she looked around eagerly for anything that might give the place away as to where she was at, but found nothing, but a bathtub a sink, a chair and a camera that was flashing red.
He's recording this, She thought.
"-because Gotham needs a message and I can't deliver it myself. If I broke all my fingers and both my two bones in my arm, then how would I be able to keep working and give Gotham the criminal they need?" he said, pushing the chair toward her, the chair wheeled across the room and stopped as soon as it hit her. "Or better yet, how would I deliver a message to Gotham if I was dead like all the others I brought in here, huh? Use your brain cupcake, I thought you might have been smarter then all the rest, my mistake, again. Not that I make mistakes, wait that doesn't make sense. If I'm an agent of chaos and everything goes wrong then that would make it chaos. Therefore not a mistake. Ha ha ha ha ha ha. I'm so confused? How 'bout you? Are you confused?"
"You're going to break my arm?" she cried, sniffling as a line of snot ran down to the floor. The Joker smirked with one cheek and watched as the snot hit the floor.
"Yes, I'm going to break your fucking arm, I just said it what are you deaf?" he all but yelled at her.
His yelling only caused her to cry harder. And he seemed to ignore her as he hummed to himself and readied the chair for her. Moving her was easy since she was to miserable to do it herself, she merely flopped around as he moved her, still humming a dreadful tune as he did so. He used roped to tie her arms and feet down.
"There. Now we can start." he grabbed the pliers and turned to her she sobbed again and turned her head away from him.
He moved to the camera and the light turned green, letting her know it was really on now.
"Good Morning, Gotham, Joker and a lovely-uh girl here to report my festive activities. Why don't you tell them your name-uh." he purred at her as he moved the camera to capture her face.
She said nothing but tears continued to fall down her face, sniffles came a few moments later.
"She's uh- not very happy with me right now. Can't blame her. In the dead of night like around one, she was kidnapped from her home, and then she was striped of her clothes and chained in this small room that is no more then 52 degrees and uh- then this morning after a long hard night, ha ha, she uh found out that I'm gonna break her arm and some fingers." he purred, the camera facing him. "It's not the trauma she's gonna have a hard time getting over, it's the pain. See when-" he paused to lick his lips, "when I'm through with her, she's gonna be so waken up to this new world, she's gonna be a totally different person. She's gonna see things my way."
He placed a hand on his chest as he said this and then looked over at the pathetic girl who wasn't even listening.
"Guess it's time to start."
The entire time he talked in to the camera, the young girl thought about her little brother, twelve years old. He was always rude to her, but she didn't care right now, all she could think about was the day her parents had told her she was going to have a brother, she had been so excited. Then the day their parents had gone on a long road trip and when both of them had gotten cranky their parents had pulled over on the side of the road and made them do a funny dance, she smiled at the thought of her parents telling the two of them if they did not get out and dance then they would not drive until they did it. The thought of being so far away form her family and in the hands of this monster, made her stomach turn. But the thought of getting away and seeing them again fueled her with a strong hatred towards this man.
He would break her. She knew that, there was no way he couldn't. pain was something every human had a hard time coping with and he was going to make her do it so that she could see the world his way. But what way was that?
The Joker saw a faint smile cross her lips as he set the camera on the stand facing her. With the pliers still in hand had came to her and lifted her hand up, loosening the ropes a little so her hand was were he wanted it to be. Placing a finger between the pliers he looked at her face before pulling up ever so gently. She did not stir or even seem to notice him at all. As though in her own world.
Disgusted with her lack of crying and begging, he drew the pliers up as hard and fast as he could and to his pleasure he heard two familiar noises, a snap and a scream.
Two hours later and the torture had finally ended, the Joker turned off the camera and clean off his pliers before coming towards the sobbing girl. Her mouth opened and closed as she tried to yell and scream at him like she had while he broke her arm, but her throat was so dry, all that came out was muffled air with barley any sound at all. He smiled and untied her broken arm. Turning it to the side to view his handy work he smiled with pleasure. One of her bones were jutting out of the skin, blood running down the side and dripping onto the floor. He whipped it off with a finger before putting it to his lips. Tasting her sweet blood.
"What are you thinking about?" he asked her before standing, and grabbing a towel to clean her arm up with.
'My family." she whispered.
"huh."
He wiped her arm gently, as if he really cared, She thought watching him as he quickly worked.
He put both of his thumbs on the end of the bone that was sticking out and without warning he pushed down on it and pushed her bone back into place. It clicked and he knew it was back were it ought to have been. And then he walked awkwardly to the tub and pulled out a silver tray that held sting, a needle, scissors and gauze. He walked back to her and readied a needle before pulling her skin together.
"You did better then the others." he commented, pulling the needle and thread through her skin. She stared at her arm and watched as he worked the needle perfectly. He had done this a lot, she could tell, with ease and great motion he finished quickly and cut the string.
"You lasted longer then the others too, they fainted after the second finger, you didn't faint at all." he purred.
His dark eyes looked up at her as though he was expecting her to say something, when nothing came she just stared back and he started applying gauze to the wound.
Even if I wanted to say something to you I couldn't, she thought as he began to work with her broken fingers, they weren't as bad as her arm. No bones stuck out, but they still hurt like hell when he touched them and pushed them back into place.
He began to hum the same haunting tune as before and finished her quickly, whether it was shock or sleep she didn't know what happened after that.
Chapter 3
When she woke she felt like she hand't slept in ages and her eyes burned.
Must have been from shock she decided. She found her self tied to a uncomfortable metal table. The light flashing above her. She began to drift, and decided to try and stay awake, she shifted and then froze as pain shot in her arm.
Remembering why she was here now she looked around and found herself alone. Deciding it was safe to sleep, she closed her eyes. But her throat began to hurt, clearing her throat, she called out.
"Water…." her voice was weak from the screaming. And as she laid there and thought about what he had done to her, she felt that she could not remember much, it seemed to have all been a dream, except for the constant throbbing pain shooting up her arm that was the only memory she had of it.
"Water…." she tried to cry again.
The door slammed and she heard the Joker humming yet again., he came into her line of vision with a bottle of water, he licked his lips and opened the plastic container before drinking half of it.
"please…" she cried hoarsly.
"Please what?" he growled.
"Please can I have some water…." her eyes were becoming heavy yet her body told her if she fell asleep now, and he refused to give her water she would surely die.
He placed the water above her mouth.
"Open." he purred gently. Something she had thought he was incapable of doing until now. She did as instructed and was expecting him to pour the rest of the bottle on her, letting her have whatever was in her mouth and make her lay in the rest of it. His character told him it wouldn't phase him, and shock over came her as he gently poured a mouthful in and waited until she swallowed to giver her some more. Once she drank a fourth of the bottle, she could take no more and so the Joker finished off the bottle and then moved out of her view.
"I've got some work to do, ya know a movie to deliver, see ya in an hour." he called as he left the room. Confused by his actions, and quick attitude change she finally set her mind at rest fell into a deep slumber.
She woke up laying on the most comfortable bed ever, the sheets, were purple, the walls green. There was no windows and she knew that was to be expected. She shifted and froze waiting for pain in her arm to come, but when it didn't, she looked down to inspect and found nothing but a faint white scar.
"Morning sleeping beauty." a familiar voice called to her. She turned and found the Joker at a desk against a wall. He had drawn a nude picture of her while she had been sleeping. Holding it up he asked her what she thought. Glancing at it she felt confused.
"I've got something I want to show ya. Can you stand?" he asked.
She nodded and moved to stand. Her legs where shaking and she felt all sweaty. Licking his lips he moved to her side and assisted her. Grabbing her by the arm and pulling her up. She followed him as he lead her out of the room and past several doors. No hundreds of doors, the hall seemed to go on and on, every now and then he would look back at her to make sure she was still with him and then finally he reached a door that had several scratches on it, like some kind of animal had been trying to get in.
He shoved a hand in the pocket of his pants and began to rattle around for something. Once he had it he pulled it out and handed it to her.
"Here, you open it. It's a surprise, just for you."
She smiled and took the metal key from his hand and he stepped aside watching as she moved to open it. Half afraid it was something horrid like a trap she cautiously began to open the door, once the lock had clicked.
Sensing her fear, he stepped forward and pushed the door open the rest of the way for her. Smiling at her as she looked at him.
"Go on."
She looked into the room and saw nothing but the pitch darkness of the room. She stepped into the room, and shifted around. He came in and closed the door and the lights came on. She gasped at the sight for all around her laid beautiful flowers.
Roses of all colors including a cerulean blue. Butterflies filled the air, flying wherever they pleased. He just stood staring at her.
She looked around the room, looking at all the beautiful colors mother nature had surrounded her by.
He walked behind her as she moved about, watching every facial expression she had to offer him.
At the corner of the room she stopped and stared a beautiful albino Sheppard dog walked towards her, coming from a bush in the room. His blue eyes shinned with pride and power as he approached her. His white fur fluffy.
"He's beautiful, what's his name?" she asked bending down to pet the pup.
"Valentine." he said standing still, his arms behind his back, watching her arm as it drew along side the puppies coat. she felt something was out of place with him, something dangerous.
"Valentine. Like the holiday?" she asked, her hair running through his coat again.
"Yes." he said simply. His eyes continued to stare at her arm and the scar upon it.
Suddenly her eyes became magnified and she saw small tendrils of hair fly into the air as her hand ran ever so slowly through his coat.
A voice filled her head, "Soon you will see things my way." it said, filling her head, making her want to explode. Her hand moved on its own accord through Valentine's hair again and with a yelp, she let go and watched as his hair fell off of his body, before moving in ways it shouldn't as though something was crawling underneath. She touched him trying to help him as he yelped and howled in pain, rolling over and wiggling to free himself of whatever had a hold of him.
She looked up at the Joker and saw a sharp glint in his eyes, his scars twisted up into a real smile as he stood and watched Valentine struggle. Her hand reached to try and rub the pain away to pet and coax Valentine back to a unpained state and help him through this battle. But as she did so his skin fell off and with one more howl maggots poured out. Screaming she stood and stared backing away from the maggot filled dog.
"What is this, what the fuck is this?" she cried standing and pounding on the Joker's chest. He stood unfazed, laughing before stating, "It's your nightmare. And my world."
She woke with a start covered in sweat, the room was dark, the lights were out and she was still laying on the table with a broken arm and fingers. Throbbing was now in her head, back and arms and she shifted to look around. No one was in the room with her which pleased her.
What had my dream meant? She asked herself pondering what each part had meant and could come up with nothing. After hours of thinking all she could get out of the dream was that the Joker had a beautiful room with an albino dog who was filled with maggots. But what had the dream meant. Her brain had no explanation nothing to help her understand so she went back to sleep thinking nothing of it.
