The New Dancer

The New You

Hey Everyone! I wrote this book back when I was 18 years old and kinda forgot wattpad existed. I was always getting emails about comments on my story so I decided to come back and check it out to find over 40k reads!! I'm absolutely gobsmacked!! So as a thank you, to all those who have read and loved my story here I am nearly 5 years later to finish this story for you. Thank you so much for all the love! I hope you enjoy :) 

Part 13

You had just taken your first life, your first kill, Your blood was pumping so hard you could hear your heart beat in your ears: pulsating. You could still taste the metallic tang of his blood on your tongue, you don't know what came over you, it's like as soon as you started some animalistic part of you took over and it felt so good, so natural, even if it was crazy.

You took one last look at the limp, lifeless body strapped to the chair. A man you once knew - once loved - with a bullet hole in his brain and his blood dripping on the floor. You smiled you felt no remorse, you practically skipped down the corridor leaving him behind to rot.

The Joker watched you curiously. You thought he would be over joyed, you basically just sold your soul to the man and proved you could be just as ruthless and crazy as he was. So why didn't he look happy? The adrenaline was pumping through you so fast your lungs couldn't catch up and in between heart beats you began to think and time seemed to stop like you were in slow motion.

You had barely been with the Joker what? A week? Look how much you'd changed already. You were used to men treating you like trash so there's no surprise as to why you just sit back and let The Joker abuse you, but now you've killed a man? You've done jobs for him, even fucked him but now you've gone so far and taken a life. Did he change you? Or was this inside of you all along? It didn't feel scary. You felt empowered. You felt free. You have the most powerful and most feared man in all of Gotham City as your partner in crime. who else gets to say that? You decide to embrace the feeling, become the new you.

This whole inner dialogue flashed through your mind in less than ten seconds, you hadn't even made it to the stairs yet. You turned to look at J and smiled at him, he returned it with a half hearted smile and you walked up the stairs in silence. You reached the giant living room and the lack of guards - or goons - made the place feel hauntingly empty. What now? You thought to yourself.

"How you feeling doll?" The Jokers low gravelly voice spoke from behind you.

"Honestly?" you turned to him and replied. He nodded his head. "I feel great" you said and let out a cynical laugh. "I honestly do. I feel empowered, I feel free, I feel..." you trailed off once you realised he was looking at you with an amused smile on his face. "what?" you laughed.

"You're everything I've always wanted" he smiled, although you got the sense he wasn't fully happy.

"and that's a bad thing?" you questioned.

"yes it is I'm afraid doll, you see I don't do girlfriends or relationships. I am the Joker, the Clown Prince of Crime, Gotham's most wanted and infamous villain." he paused and grinned to himself then looked up into your eyes "I don't do weakness and you oh you" he growled "you make me weak" he told you, his eyes piercing into yours, they had changed from his usual crystal blue colour and were now dark, like the ocean in a storm. Your whole body tensed - in a good way - your insides started to stir like something primal in you was awakening and your heart started pounding in your chest. Before you had the chance to speak the clown opened his mouth once more "but!" he said loudly with emphasis "you just made an oath to me and that my dear, I take very seriously." He stopped and sucked in a breath. "You. You are mine, and if I'm gonna have a girl oh you bet you're gonna live and breathe for me you got that?" he growled stepping closer, so close you could feel his breath on your face, it was intoxicating.