Ah…..don't worry about it puppet white…..
I'm still having trouble finding out where I want this one to go….
And for those of you who are confused this is the second story in the series written from away in your mind, although you didn't really need to read that one to understand this one. A short summary to catch those who are lost up for this short chapter. In the first book, there is an author who was tied to the Joker's past who remembered one of his crimes and had planned to publish it in a book. Kidnapping her and abusing her he tried to make her lie and sign a contract stating that her story was used to defy the government and turn people against them. Seeing through this she refused. Knowing that he could not break her in his last attempt he told her that if she didn't sign the false statement he would have to kill her. She again refused and died at the Joker's hand.
She stirred slowly, her eyes opening and closing as she laid on the warm soft bed the Joker had left her on. She felt as though he was not in the room even though she did not know for certain. Her arm throbbed gently letting her know it was hurt if she moved it to much, but not enough to cause her any pain at the moment. She was still naked but she was covered with the blankets and smiled at the thought of the Joker covering her, something she couldn't imagine even if she had been awake to see it for her own eyes.
She sat up and moaned before looking around his room.
It had red carpeting and purple walls. At the bottom of the walls were three drawer handles and above was a closet that was opened, three purple suits were inside, all hand made. She stood and walked to the drawers before using her good hand to pull one open. Several manila folders met her gazed and she picked one up before flipping it open. Several pictures fell out.
She quickly moved to pick them up and her breath caught as her gaze fell upon the pictures that started up at her from the floor.
A young women with dark brown hair, stared straight ahead, her unseeing eyes staring up at her from the picture. Blood ran from the woman's neck from a knife wound that had cut deep enough to kill. Curious now she leaned forward and scooped up another picture before looking at it. The same woman as before sitting at a table, and across from her was the Joker in a business suit one she had never seen him wear before, a dark navy blue one.
With the folder still in her other hand she began to pick up the fallen pictures without looking at any more, when something else fell out of the envelope, something that seemed much heavier then the pictures. She turned and stared at the stack of papers that had fallen out. They were stapled together to her relief because that meant they were still in order. She grabbed the packet and lifted it up before the small print caught her eye.
Under my bed
By Sarah Carlotti
The title seemed familiar for some odd reason. As though I had heard of it before. And the author's name did to. As though she was some distance friend of mine.
I flipped open to the first page and read the first page quickly. It seemed to be a story written for little children because the words had been small and only one sentence had been written per page.
The book was short and seemed to the point, it spoke of a small girl who hide under then bed when a small man scared her and dreamed of going to a fantasy land to escape the fears she had.
Another paper fell out of the manila envelope and she put the book down to look at it. On the top was a signature from the head of police and FBI agent.
Down below was a statement asking Sarah Carlotti to agree to the terms of treason against the Government. As well as agreeing to making a small underground group and that each character from her book was related to someone from her story from the underground group.
A sharp loud noise came from behind her and she dropped everything she had been holding, turning around she saw a huge white German dog with blue eyes crawl out from under the bed she had been sleeping on. He barked at her and then came at her before growling. She stood and backed away against the wall, when the door to the bedroom that she had been unaware of until it had opened revealing the Joker behind it.
She screamed and moved away from the dog when she realized he was coming at her. Trying to move she jumped but the German dog caught her by the arm and pulled her to the floor before continuing his viscious attack upon her defenseless body. She screamed as the dog caught her good arm and bit it tearing the skin and revealing blood that soon covered his pure white coat.
"Valentine, sit." the Joker said simply. The dog did as it was told and she saw that he had been chained to the bed. She looked up at the Joker who walked towards her.
"Did you find something that interested you, in my drawers?" the Joker asked, looking at the scattered pictures and book that laid in ruins now on the floor around her.
"I-I…." she was shaking in fear of the dog and what had just happened as well as the fear that she had for the Joker.
He bent down and picked up the picture of Sarah Corlotti with her slit throat and then sat down next to the startled girl of the floor who hadn't moved.
"She was beautiful." he said showing the picture to her. She gazed at it and then at the Joker who licked his lips. "But she couldn't keep her mouth shut. She was gonna let my secrets get out, she was gonna tell people who I was. So I had to do it." he licked his lips and looked back at her.
Where those tears? She thought as she held her bleeding arm in her bad one.
"had… Had to do what?" I asked startled by what he was confessing.
"I had to slit her throat. You see people break in a few minuets, others in hours. But she…. She wouldn't break, not for me…." he laughed and tears fell down his face. He laughed harder and then pulled a knife from his pocket getting on top of me he put the knife in my mouth.
"Will you break?" he asked, his tears falling onto my face. I just laid there beneath him, my arms throbbing. The white german dog had not hurt me that bad and my arm would heal faster then the broken one.
I nodded slowly so as not to cut myself with the knife in my mouth.
"Of course you will… if I remember correctly, you already did." he nodded as though remembering that find day he had broken three of my finger and my arm. "did you read her book?" he asked his gaze falling to the papers that had been scattered around us.
I felt the blade cut the inside of my cheek as it pulled the tender flesh outward.
I shook my head no, and the knife pulled harder.
"Do you know about Sarah Carlotti?" he growled darkly. I shook my head no again hoping he would just let me go.
"Bull-shit-uh!" he yelled and pulled harder. I let out a cry of pain and Valentine barked loudly.
"Bull-shit-uh! Valentine protects Sarah's shit and that's how I know your lying. He kills those who read and touch her stuff. You see Valentine was her dog. I took him and then I killed her and when I went to kill him, I couldn't do. He was so different, so unique-uh. He's albino, so rare in his German breed I kept him. He's mine now." he laughed again, louder. And then he pushed harder on the blade and I felt my cheek release as though it no longer held the knifes pressure, I screamed so loud I was sure everyone next door could have heard it. Choking on my blood came next and I rolled to the side to keep from drowning in it. Then the realization as my hands flew to my cheeks, both still throbbing, that he had carved a smile into my face, just like his.
"Ready to finish your punishment?" he asked straightening me out. I shook my head no and kept my mouth covered. He removed my hands and placed the blade back in my mouth on the opposite side this time and quickly pulled it through like the last one, emitting another scream from me, this one louder. Valentine barked louder at me. And then Joker just looked at him before he scuttled back under the bed as fast as his four legs could carry him.
"How much do you know about Sarah Carlotti?" he asked me. I started choking on my blood and he pulled my up.
"N-n-nothing." I gasped, sobbing in his clutches. He stared at me, and I thought for a moment of getting away to see my mother after all this. But at the moment I let the thought go because my cheeks and arms burned with such pain, I thought I had already died. Until he slapped me.
"You say a word to anyone and I'll slit your throat like I did hers, yeah?" he asked me.
I nodded before realization came back to me.
"Y-you killed her?" I sobbed. Another harder slap clarified that question as quickly as it had come out.
"not-uh…..one…word-uh…"
He stood and lifted me before whiteness appeared around my vision and I knew that I had overdone it and lost to much blood. I fainted in the monsters arms as he lifted me up.
Images of Valentine filled my head. Wait Valentine. I had seen Valentine before I had ever knew he existed what did this mean? and the maggots, would he become filled with them like he had in the garden. In my state of unconsciousness, my mind slipped away and became filled with Valentine and blood, a giant ocean of it. Blood dripped from his mouth and covered his coat, he stood and shook the blood from his coat, sending it flying and covered the walls.
Valentine…..
Valentine…..
Why are you here?
In my dreams…..
Why has the Joker kidnapped me to?
Valentine…..
Help me…
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