No Way Out(A Jerome Valeska Fanfiction)

Anger, Hate, and a Whole Lotta Fear

Hiya peeps! Sorry I took so long. This one has a lot of stuff from the real show, just with the reader...there. I don't really have anything important to say so--

Warning: Suggestive comments(Which you could probably read innocent enough if you really wanted to...?) a tiiiny bit of violence, angst, and mentions of child abuse. Just thought I'd warn ya....

Another side warning is I didn't read over this, I just wanted to get it out there, I'll fix it up later though. 

Jerome Valeska was officially pissed off.

It was pretty simple really. The girl he had gone through all the trouble of kidnapping was being so awfully annoying. What didn't you get? He had decided you were his, ergo you were. It's really not that complicated. So what were you not understanding? Didn't he make it clear? Did he really have to find another Amy and kill her too for you to get that through your thick head? Actually...that didn't sound half bad.

The list of things that he liked wasn't a very long one. The majority of the things on that list consisted of different crimes ranging from petty to unthinkable, but there were a few exceptions. Like you. You were an exception. Though he was having trouble figuring out why.

When he first met you, he hadn't cared about you. You weren't very interesting, just a jumpy little girl at the circus who was afraid of clowns. Your light was just infuriating at the time.

When he next saw you, a small amount of interest peaked. He wanted to test your light and see if it'd persist through the darkness. To test its strength.

When you came into that interrogation room though...after having been lied to and fooled by him. After having cried with him and mourned the death of his mother with him, and finding out he had killed her...you still came back.

'Justice' is what you had called it. Justice for both of them. You didn't run away. You were scared...but you didn't run. You had to be dragged out just for you to leave the room. That was when you had officially wiggled your way onto his list of the things he liked. Despite his love of the darkness, he wanted your light. Wanted to hold it, kick it, beat it, darken it, bend it...maybe even break it. But only his darkness was allowed to touch yours. It would ruin the game if anyone else's did.

So was he jealous? Jealous of the way you clung to that second-rate murdering cannibal who couldn't even brush his teeth right? No, he really wasn't. After all, 'jealous' was too weak a word. Enraged? Better.

You needed to figure out how this game worked and realize there were rules. Of course, those rules only applied to you, not him, but they were rules none-the-less. He found your courage entertaining, true, but that didn't stop it from annoying him to no end at some moments. For example, when you just wouldn't stop talking. He knew you were brave, but sometimes that made you so very stupid. You hadn't known how close he was to plunging that knife straight into your neck. But he held himself back. He couldn't play the game with the corpse of a dead girl he used to know.

So your bravery/stupidity was something he'd have to work on. At least you had been smart enough to back down when he was this close to releasing the unhinged hell-hound.

He wanted to experiment on you some, see what your reaction would be to different things he tried. How would you react to watching a stranger die? You didn't react so well to seeing a murderer die in front of you. So what if he threatened to kill someone? Let you beg him to spare their life? That'd be fun.