I am not a good person. I never was. So why are you expecting me to act like I am?
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Being different was never something Evangeline chose... Born with a gift some would deem valuable she goes to great length...
Hearing the familiar sound of the joker slamming the door to his office I groaned. Clearly someone's having another bad day... I thought flinching when I heard what sounded like a glass break...followed by another and another. It took a few seconds before curiosity won over and I decided to creep out of my room. Edging down the hall towards the source of the banging I found myself at the his office. A poorly made "Do not disturb." Sign hanging from the door. I reached hesitantly for the door handle. He's obviously in a vile mood. Do I really want to go in there and face him? Then again what's the worst he can do? Torture me again? That's getting old. An I'm expected grin flashed on my face before I twisted the handle and stuck my head through the door. BANG! A bullet narrowly missed my head lodging itself in the door frame. "Jesus Christ J! And here I was thinking you wanted me alive." I said with an over dramatic face. Upon seeing me his expression softened for a second before being replaced with an irritated scowl.
"Didn't ya read the sign? I could of killed ya. Your no good to me dead Angel." He spat tossing his gun onto the his desk and slumping down onto the chair.
"How very considerate of you." I dead panned kicking at some broken glass with my shoe.
"What'd ya want?" He questioned.
"Huh? Who said I wanted anything." I countered raising a brow.
"Well I'm assuming ya didn't come to admire me so what are you doing in my office Angel? I'm not asking again."
Flinching slightly at his icy tone I waved my hands around the room. "What's all of this about?" He grinned to himself for a few moments as if he'd just heard something sarcastic before bursting into laughter and then returning to his former state of annoyance.
"Batsy keeps interrupting my plans." He pouted. Batsy? Oh Batman, don't know how I didn't see that one coming... Seeing no where to sit I brushed a few pieces of glass away with my foot and sat on the floor a few feet away. He gave me an odd look as I motioned for him to continue. "Every time I plan an... Activity Batsy has a habit of killing my men and ruining my fun."
"Well why don't you cause a little trouble elsewhere to distract him and then do whatever it is you do while Batmans busy." The words had slipped out of my mouth before I had time to process any of it. Oopsie... His brows furrowed for a few seconds as he seemed to think about what I'd said. Next thing I know he's on his feet. A manic look in his blue eyes.
"I have an idea!" He stated picking up the gun he'd used to shoot at me with and loading it. I stood up and watched him for a second. "Let's hope your little idea works Angel... For your sake." He whispered taking my chin in his hand. Two second past then he turned on his heel and left, leaving me in the trashes office.
"Don't kill anybody! You hear me J!" I screamed after him only to receive his signature laugh in response. I hope someone shoots that bastard where it counts. I thought bitterly, kicking at his desk.
*** A few hours later ***
I couldn't help the overwhelming sense of guilt. The though of what ever horrors the joker was probably unleashing on some poor innocent people like he did that day at the bank was enough to make me sick. He'd been gone hours. After the joker had left I decided to clean up the wrecked office by using my power to gather everything and drop it in a bin and I made myself something to eat. I was genuinely surprised he even had food as is never even seen the guy eat. For the better part of two and a half hours id confined myself to my room waiting for him to return, in that time is practised using my gift.
Sitting cross legged on the bed I closed my eyes and spread out my hands. Focus. Think it. You can do it Eva. I repeated to myself over and over until I felt the bed lift from the ground. Being careful not to break my concentration I opened my eyes to see that I'd gotten my bed 3 feet in the air... Along with everything else in the room. "Strong with the force I am." I laughed flicking my finger and making my pillows spin in the air.
SLAM!
The sound of the door slamming and heavy footsteps broke my concentration and sent everything in the room back to the floor with loud bangs. Forgetting the odd placement of everything in the room I jumped up and ran out into the living room where I found the joker and a few of his men moving boxes in and out. But what caught my attention most was the joker who's white shirt was now scarlet down his right arm. He's been shot. Damn karma's a bitch.
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