Name: Jerome Valeska Age: 19
Jerome's POV
Your fine Jerome. Everything will work as planned. Besides Mr. Cicero is allowing you to do the deed in his trailer. Maybe I can get 2 birds with 1 stone? Mr. Cicero would definitely tattle. Maybe sewing his mouth shut and clamping his nose till he dies from lack of oxygen. He won't have the breath to tell another soul! HAHA! Oh that'd be perfect! Focus Jerome do that later. Focus on the task at hand. Killing Lila Valeska. Your so called mother.
Lila started stomping over to the trailer. Her fists clenched, her nose flaring, and her face contorted in anger. "Jerome Valeska! Get your freckled ass out here"! No get your whore ass in here! Jesus, people have no manners. At least offer to fuck the person your sons staying with. That's what she's done every other time. "Jerome, get out here"! Nag nag nag. THAT'S ALL SHE DOES IS NAG! It ends tonight.
No more whoring around, no more drunken fits, and best of all, no more nagging. A smile crept its way on my face. No more nagging. I like that. "Jerome"! I rolled my eyes. Get the picture you dumb bitch. Your son's not coming out, go inside and get him. "Jerome, get your ass out here"! People never learn do they! She is being so stupid! I hate stupid people.
A loud huff erupted from Lila's throat. She opened the trailer door as I hid behind a cabinet full of Mr. Cicero's tarrot cards, and everything else he needed. "Jerome"? I held the hatchet tighter, preparing to hit the nagging wench. "Jerome, let's go! Seriously, you have dishes to do"! She walked right past me. Slowly, I walked up behind her. Lifting the hatchet over my shoulders, I held my breath. Didn't want to give myself away early in the game now did we? Of course not, we have a mission to do! Kill the bitch.
She huffed turning around, but before she could scream I swung the hatchet in her side. Her hands darted to her right side. Blood started pouring in a steady stream from her mouth. Her brown eyes widening. "J-Jerome"? I grinned insanely. "Hi, mother. Otherwise known as Spawn of Satan. Actually wait, that's insulting to the devil himself don't you think"?
Lila fell to her knees, reaching up to grab me. I stepped back. "Ew, Don't touch me. I'll get bitch cooties"! Another swing of the hatchet. The blade lodging itself into her shoulder. Her mouth spewing more blood by the minute. "Don't die now! You're not aloud to die yet"! A huff of frustration escaping my lips. Her eyes watering. "Mommy I thought you said grown ups don't cry? Aww is Mommy really just a whiney, spoiled brat"! My boot connected with her face, causing her to fall backwards. Blood splurting in all directions. How satisfying!
A wicked grin took over. "Look mommy! I'm still smiling! Even after you beat me with bottles and sticks. Sticks and stones may break my bones, but it won't break my smile! Besides", I crouched down, grabbing the front of her snake print costume. "It's not just me you've tried to ruin, guess who else mommy"! Her mouth moved, but no sounds came out. Rolling my eyes, I stood up. "Sheba! Not only did you neglect your only son, but you neglected Sheba! You never fed her the rabbits so she tried to eat me, in my sleep! No no no. That doesn't sit well with me! Not. One. Bit".
Her life is fading fast. I minds as well give her another blow. "Mother, I wonder why I ever fell for your manipulative ways. So any last words"? "J-Jerome, I L-l-love Y-you". "No you don't. You're a cold hearted whore who doesn't love anyone, not even her own flesh and blood! And that flesh and blood, who she bruised and cut for her own entertainment, is coming to back to do the same! I think it's rather... funny". I finished her off with a swing at the neck. Letting go of the hatchet I admired my handy work.
"Well, I don't think I picked up any bitch cooties".
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Yep, the deed is as good as dead. Well, I hope this is more Jerome. I'm hoping it is. And yes, we had to mention Sheba. I did forget where Jerome killed Lila so I'm just gonna use Cicero's trailer. And if it was on the hill well, I'm too lazy to rewrite the chapter. And I quite like it. But as we get into the parts Gotham has displayed, the chapters will be longer. So yea that's that I guess. Anyways, bye lovelies!
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Jerome Valeska: Fearless
FanfictionThe story of Jerome Valeska. The origin of one of Gotham's most known killers. A hated man who still manages to laugh. He will always manage to laugh, even in death. Jerome Valeska is very ... fearless.
