Name: Jerome Valeska Age: 19
Jerome's POV
Arkham. Well then. I could get used to it. But I would so rather be slitting throats and breaking bones. Oh! And maybe some fire and fireworks! I could tie Gordon to a firework and shoot him. We could celebrate his accomplishments and always have him with us. Well pieces. The small cell was... boring! And dull. It should have some colour. Red would do nicely. My eyes followed the guard as he walked down the hall. Yea. Red,
The clock ticked. Just like it had days before. I wanted to grab someone's head and smash their heads in the clock. There can be literal internal clocks now! A wicked smile took over. Enough to terrify the inmate in front of me. Wesley. He was so annoying! Always talking crazy. 'There's a squirrel on my shoulder!' Pfft. Nothing would make me happier then to rip his intestines out. I could steal them to! I'll be a fucking weasel! Wait was it ferrets or weasels that stole? I tapped my chin, ignoring the guard. I was to busy trying to figure it out.
Roughly, a pair of hands gripped my shoulder and yanked me out of my trance. Everything went red. This ignorant buffoon! How dare he! I'm thinking of weasels and ferrets! Rude much. I'll paint these walls red with this guards blood. He was escorted me to the lunch room. His grip tightening. A nurse walked by, with her cart of pills and needles. I snuck one, hiding it under my sleeve. His grip tightening. I bruise easily, so splotches of purple were starting to appear on my arm. My grip tightened on the needle.
The blue liquid swishing and sloshing, as we walked. And before we could turn the corner the needle was jabbed into his neck. The liquid entering his system. "I hope it hurts"! I lifted the sleeve and saw dark purple splotches. I did a swift kick. "I killed the whore to stop getting bruises"! Guards and nurses quickly ran down the hall, reaching my location. Ooh! Nightsticks and guns! I picked up the gun and the nightstick. Well, I have never used a- BAM! I looked up to see I shot a guard in the head. Sweet! 100 points!
I don't think guns should be that hard to use. Besides I see people use them all the time. I pulled the trigger once again and shot a nurse. And then I saw mine. Pretty little thing wouldn't tell me her name though. Huh, I should get that. Her eyes shone with fear. "Jerome put the gun down and we can take you to a comfy room, yea"? Done with her. She just had to nag. And lie about a comfy room. Those are padded cells for crazy people.
"Those are for crazy people. And I am not crazy". I looked sternly at her. Waving the gun around at the others. A disgusted face came on her face. "Jerome, you are crazy that's why your here duh"! A smile came. A crazy demented smile. "That's where your wrong dear. I am not crazy, just free". Guns were pointed at me. Strange. I forgot they were there. "Pfft, there is no help for you Vales-". Bam! The bullet lodged itself into her skull. Never mind she is one ugly person. Almost as ugly as Lila.
The guards shaking, the nurses crying, as I was laughing, With a smile, I dropped the gun and put my hands in the air. "I just wanted red paint"!
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Short yes, but life gets in the way. And Wattpad deleting THIS CHAPTER 10 TIMES! I would rewrite it and then after it was done Wattpad would delete it. Jerome seems a little out of character. Actually you know what, he was a lot out of character. Time to rewatch Gotham! But some of you were probably like, oh great a love interest. And I'm like, nooooooooooo he's gonna shoot the bitch! Because I had one mean ass nurse when I went to the hospital because my fiance did something stupid. Again. So yea that mean ass nurse inspired this bitchy one. Yea. Anyways BYE LOVELIES AND STAY GORGEOUS!
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Jerome Valeska: Fearless
ФанфикThe 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.
