Run.
I had to run.
Effing clowns were EVERYWHERE.
I hated clowns. I was a clownaphobic, even though that's probably not the right term for it. I guess it all started on my 5th birthday party...
"Howdy doo, everyone!"
A giant clown came into my backyard. Ho-ly-crap. It had crooked yellow teeth, red poofy hair and a hat that could fit an ant.
And it was coming straight towards me.
I screamed and ran behind my mother.
Mother...
Mom...
Thinking about my poor mother pulled me out of my flashback. My poor, deceased mother. She died in a car crash. Someone was walking across the road when they weren't supposed to. It was the guy I was running from, too.
The Joker.
I hated him. I wish my mom would have ran over him. But she wasn't like that. She wouldn't hurt a mushroom.
Pat. Pat. Pat.
Holy crap, now it's raining?! I cursed under my breath and tried to find a dry place to hide so my hair dye wouldn't wash out. My hair was died blue, with pink and lime green streaks in it. It looked pretty dang awesome. I didn't want it to ruin.
"Where'd she go?" asked one of the evil clowns. I was like right behind him in an empty trash can.
"I dunno, Bern. Let's go look at the Supermarket, goils like dat place." the second man had a heavy New Jersey accent. I giggled at it; which would be the biggest mistake in my life.
"Whuwuzzat?" said Bern. He turned around and looked at the trash can, ripping the top off and exposing me to him and the New Jersian.
"Uhh.... hi?" I said quietly, waving slightly.
"Funny, li'l slut." said Bern, wrenching me out of the trash can and put me on his shoulder. The New Jersian clown put duct tape on my mouth and bonded my wrists and ankles together with it. I was immobilized. Great. What a day this has turned out to be. First I get dumped by my "loving" boyfriend, almost get raped by this punk at school, and now I'm being kidnapped by the most notorious villian in Gotham City.
Great day.
After driving and being cramped into the back of a pickup truck (not the bed, oh no, that was filled with guns and explosives, so I was stuck behind the driver's seat.), we arrived at an abandon warehouse. Anyone else think that's a kinda cliche hideout for a villian? Anyway, I was taken out of the truck and we entered the warehouse, blah blah blah. So I was thrown to the ground and the duct tape was ripped off my mouth (which hurt quite a bit, mind you) and I was kicked a couple times by the clowns, until, of course, they heard a voice.
"Stop."
Oh. My. EFFING LORD!!!!
"Make way, my dear friends." he said as he shot 3 of them. My eyes widened in fear. I'm gonna die, I thought. His brown-green hair looked greasy. His cracked makeup made him look terrifying. He looked over at me and got a surprised look on his creepy face.
"Oh, wow..." he said, walking closer with each second. HolyfuckI'mgonnadieI'mgonnadieI'mgonnaEFFINGDIE!!!
"...looks like we got ourselves a little... flourescent lightbulb." he said, referring to my hair. Oh my God. He walked up to me, and crouched down so he could look at me at eye level. I could tell he could sense my fear in my eyes. "No need to be worried, li'l girl, I won't kill you." He stood up and started rocking on his heels. After a while, he said, "Wanna see a magic trick?" I nodded, and thankfully that was the correct move. He walked over to a table and grabbed a pencil. Holy crap. I know where this is going. "I'm gonna make this pencil... disappear." he said, waving a freshly sharpened pencil in the air. "Now I need a lovely assisstant." he said, scanning the room. "Ahh, Bernie, come here." he said. Bern apparently new what was going on, too, because he looked scared enough to mess himself. Goodbye, Bern, I thought. Bern made it over to the table. "Okay, ready, Neon?" he said. Apparently, Neon was my new name. I nodded silently.
"1...
2...
3!" He slammed Bern's forehead down onto the pencil, making the pencil penetrate his brain. I watched in horror and disgust. The Joker just chuckled. Then he looked over at me. He pulled out an extremely sharp knife and started walking towards me. No I'm gonna die. Yep. My time's over. Goodbye, cruel world! I guess I'll just watch as the knife slices...
...the duct tape around my ankles?
He saw the astonishment on my face.
"Like I said, I'm not gonna kill you." he stood up and folding up the knife, putting it back in his pocket. He walked back to his table desk thing and motioned for me to sit in the chair in front of his desk. I stood up and walked over, sitting down awkwardly because my hands were still taped together. "Oh, right." he said, walking over to me and cutting the tape around my wrists. I sighed in relief. I sat down normally now.
"Ok, Neon, what's your name?" he said, pointing at me when he said 'your'.
"Harley."
"As in Harley Quinn?"
"No, as in Harley Payne."
"Ooh, I like your last name. So, you are the daughter of the lady whom I caused the death of?"
"Yes." I glared at him. I noticed he kept pausing in his sentences to take short little breaths or lick his lips.
"And her name was...?"
"Rebecca Payne." I said. He nodded, apparently remembering.
"Do you want to know how I got these scars?" he asked suddenly.
"N-no, thank you..." I said, declining his rather awkward offer.
"That's okay, you'll find out soon enough. You're going to be staying with us from now on." he said, to his delight and my utter horror.
"B-but, I have school!" I said.
"I have Doyle to take you." he said.
"But how am I gonna explain this to my father?!"
"He has been taken care of." he said, smirking under his hideous cracked makeup.
"YOU KILLED HIM, DIDN'T YOU?!" I yelled at him. He winced.
"Oooooh, bad move, hun." he said getting up and pulling out his knife. He walked up to me, pushed me against a wall, and stuck the knife blade right up against my inner cheek. "Now, let's try this again. You're going to be staying with us from now on." he said quietly.
I nodded, careful of the blade getting dangerously close to cutting me.
"Good girl." he said, pulling the knife out of my mouth and patting my head. He turned and started walking. "Follow me." he said. I walked behind him. He opened a door revealing a cot, a desk, and a dresser. There was a small home-made mattress made of a dozen blankets on it, topped by a large quilt, and a rather large pillow. It looked comfy enough. "This is your room, Harley. You will not come out of it unless I say so." God, that 'licking mah lips in the middle of a sentence' thing is getting old. I walked into the room and pulled out the top drawer of the dresser. Nothing. Next drawer. Nothing. Next drawer. Still nothing. Last door. Nothing.
"Um... Mr. Joker, sir, I seem to have nothing to wear."I said.
"I have clothes for you." he said, walking off. I growled angrily and closed the door, locking it. There was NO WAY I was sleeping in a peasant shirt and bell bottoms. So, oh joy, I had to sleep in my bra and panties. Great. I'm gonna get raped!
The next I awoke the the sound of my door about to break down so I ran to open it, forgetting I was still half-naked, and there was dear Joker, just staring at me (Not to mention I wear D's >:D BE JEALOUS, STUPID A'S!!!!). So I bent down a little so I was staring up at him and I said "My eyes not down there."
"Oh yes, of course, uhh, yeah. I have clothes for you." he said, licking his lips. Seriously, is his makeup made of sugar?!
"I'm not leaving this room 'till clothes are on me." I said.
Hmm.....
I think I'll make this a 2-shot! Next part out tomorrow :D
