The New Me

Test#1

A man popped up on the screen. Not weird at all(sarcasm). He has blonde hair, and wore a black suit. Holding up a gun, she pointed her other hand at something behind the camera. As it turned we saw a boy, and an old lady sitting in a chair.

The old lady was....well old. She looked to be in her, what, 80's? She was wearing a pink shirt, and grey sweatpants. She looked innocent. But you never know.

The boy, looked like he was no more than 17. He had dark skin, brown hair, and wore a white t shirt, with blue jeans.

They were both blindfolded, and tied to chairs.

"Who is that? The one with the gun." I asked

"He's a friend. A friend, that wont hesitate to hurt you, if someone tries anything." He spoke.

"Okay..."

The guy gestured to each one, and aimed the gun to the lady's head.

"Which one?"He asked.

"W-what?"

"Which one should he kill?"

I looked at him in surprise. But then cleared my throat.

"The boy." I spoke.

"The boy? Are you sure?" He asked holding up a phone.

Looking at the TV again.

"Wait."

He was about to speak, until i interrupted. I looked closer, at the screen, and smiled.

"The cameraman."

I turned to my right.

"You sure?"

"Positive."

Smiling, he spoke into the phone.

"Kill the guy behind the camera."

I turned my attention back to the TV, and seconds later the guy aimed the gun at the camera, and opened fire. I heard a scream of pain, and the sound of a body hitting the floor.

"You son of a bitch!" He yelled in pain. "That wasn't the plan!"

Then the TV was shut off, and i heard a laugh.

"What was your name again?" I asked.

"Which one?"

"Your name. You only have ONE name."

" I have two. I don't go by one anymore. You know how people have their original name? And then they have their nickname?"

"Yeah..."

"I go by my nickname you would call it."

"And that is???"

He looked at me shocked.

"You don't know who i am?"

I stared at him.

"The Joker???"

I shook my head.

"The guy who kills people? Really nothin?"

It took me a minute, but it finally clicked.

"OH! Your the guy who turned Harvey Dent against everyone, until he died, right?"

He nodded, giving me an oh-really-you-gotta-be-joking, look.

"Okay. I'm a big fan, by the way."

"Your not scared?"

"No." I spoke shaking my head. " Not unless you want me to be."

He had no expression on his face. It was priceless. I began to laugh. It started off small, but after a while it escalated...a bit way to much thinking about it now.

"Why are you laughing?" He asked.

I fell onto my knee. Taking a deep breath, I stood up.

"Your face."

Another laugh roared through the room.

"You have problems." He blankly stated.

"Thank you."

"That wasn't a compliment."

"You sure? Cause to me, that sounded like a compliment."

"Get out!" He yelled, pointing to the door.

I blinked a few times, giving him a look, before walking out.

"Okay."

I began walking down the stairs, going over where I was going to go. The mall? Nope! Not a shoppy, get me this, get me that type of girl. The graveyard? Nah...to many dead people.....It's an option. I'll probably end up going there anyway. Maybe-

"Wait!" Someone screamed, just as I was about to walk out the door.

I turned around, and saw the green haired, bluegrey, eyed man, running down the steps, and grabbing my wrist. He was out of breath.

"Maybe... you can stay a while.

A smile spread across his face.