Carolines Apartment
9:00 a.m.Caroline
-"WHY!" I was frustrated on the phone.
-"You can't report it. It's nothing. You probably cut yourself shaving or something. Don't freak out."
-"How could I not? My apartment feels touched. And you think I shaved on the way from the door to the kitchen? Even if I did, I don't bleed out
I heal."
-"That hasn't always been the case." Liam said.
-"I was stabbed even Superman would have needed a day off." He coughed at the word superman, I couldn't imagine why.
-"Just promise me you won't tell Gordon?"
-"I don't have to promise you anything."
-"You do if you want to stay alive."
-"Stop acting like I can't live without your protection! I barely know you."
-"Ouch." He said. "You did stay over my house."
-"Sorry I just don't understand why you're keeping so much from me."
-"It'll all make sense one day." He said and we ended the conversation. I didn't know how long one day was.
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10:15 a.m.Nicole
"Hmm.. I'm afraid I've used up all my good ones." He said, his back to me.
"Do you know why I've never been eaten?"
He turned around with a sharp object in hand. I gasped.
"Because clowns taste funny!" He snickered.
"Why aren't you laughing my dear?" He came closer with the object, so close I could see the yellow of his teeth. "Maybe I'll give you a smile." He pressed the toothed metal to my cheek. "Just like my dad did to me. Have I told you the story yet?"
I shook my head no.
"My father was a terrible man. Quite like myself." He posed proudly, I hated his face painted white and that clown like red painted smile, the greasy green hair, and the purple robe Penguin supplied him with.
"He abused my mom all my life, I watched with no defense to help her. I had a frown on my face for THREE YEARS.
"My father was sick of it, he said I made him depressed and I was the reason he hurt my mom. He threatened to make me smile forever. I ran away, did a few things to get myself into jail. Lied to every girl I met in jail to make myself look like a good person. Caitlin was one of them, what a shame.
"So when I became this, this wonderfully horrible villain you've had the pleasure to be tortured by, I needed to become my.. character."
"So I found my dad with just a few days of stalking, he was so angry at me for coming I didn't even have to ask. He poked a knife into my mouth and hollowed out both my cheeks. All the more reason to smile!" He snickered obnoxiously and I laughed along with him, to avoid anything as horrible as that.
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