Name: Jerome Valeska Age: 19
Jerome's POV
This bitch is so heavy jeez. If we would've given her a trunk boom! The circus would finally have an elephant! Haha! Oh that one's a keeper. Jeez I still have a few feet to go. I dropped her arms. Mr. Cicero 'can't' help me saying he doesn't want to get 'too involved'. That blind man is absolutely useless. I delivered a swift kick at my mother. "Jeez mom you actually have to stick to a diet for it to work"! Another kick. Even in death, this bitch is still a pain in the ass!
The truck door opened and shut. Out came Mr. Cicero with the hatchet. I grabbed whoresville's arms to drag her in the tall grass. Getting a successful pull right where I wanted her to be. "Jerome, scratch the initials into he hatchet". Rolling my eyes I retorted, 'With what initials! Mine"! If you're gonna tell me to carve initials, at least tell me which ones. He shook his head, giving me the hatchet, "No, the Hellfire Club". "Yea yea whatever".
I quickly sat the hatchet down and went to grab something to cover the body. Nothing. Not a single thing to cover the bitch. Maybe grass? If I moved her body right in the grass it should conceal the whore. Unless you got really close to her. I shifted the grass till it hid her enough. I grabbed the little blade I had concealed in my pocket and grabbed the hatchet. I got to work at carving the initials. We still had work to do. And if we stood here all day then someone would catch us. And that just can't happen now can it?
The initials were finally scratched into the hatchet. Perfect! "Mr. Cicero were are we gonna dump the hatchet"? He motioned his hand and sat in the drivers side of the truck. "Nuh uh! Your blind and if you drive it will result in our deaths. Tell me were we're going" Mr, Cicero went over to the passenger side. "Head to Arkham Bridge". And off we went. The drive to the bridge was quiet and long. The creepy asylum coming into view.
Driving on the bridge didn't freak me out. It was rather... exciting. Gripping the blood covered hatchet, I glanced at it once more, before throwing it off the bridge. Alright time to burn these clothes and wash the blood away. I climbed into the truck and we drove off, the most twisted smile on my face.
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Sorry it's so short. But the next chapter is going to be hella LONG! This chapter went through so many changes thus its so fucking short. I had some unneeded paragraphs that were boring as fuck. So I removed them. I'd rather give you a better shorter chapter then a longer shitty absolutely horrible one. You agree with me right? But the next chapter is gonna be hella long because it's like already scripted for me ya know. But I'm gonna add sooooooo much to it. Also while you're waiting for this to be updated might I recommend Rich? by gl0w0rm . You should really go check it out. It will keep you occupied as it has 39 chapters at the time this is published so yea. I think that's it. 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.
