Everything seemed so dark, but it was only because I blacked out after turning around and being hit really hard in the face, my body collapsing to the floor. From that night, all I could ever remember about was the way people were lit on fire, running through the large room, flames bursting out of their bodies, the look on the horrified people. My speech, how it was barely finished when it all happened, and it made me panic, lost, and guilty because I couldn't do anything, except run for my life.
My eyes slowly lifted, feeling a bit heavy like I was running on a tired schedule and needed some rest; my face was full of dried blood, sweat, and small cuts upon the top of my eyebrows, fresh too. I couldn't move, my entire body was strapped into a wooden chair, the wrists were tied behind it, tugging lightly and knew that my wrists were held down pretty strongly. I was placed in what appears to be the dark room, barely seeing any furniture, or materials around me. 'Where the fuck am I?' I had thought to myself. My body felt heavy, useless, and cold, making it harder for me to not shiver like Winter had become. I didn't feel comfortable about this place, what happened to be exact, and it still had left me confused or clueless, dumbfounded and unsure of what was happening or what is going to happen; all I could've hoped for was the best.
"So, little miss perfected psycho, insane little keeper. Property of the Joker, aye?" The voice of the unknown shadow was pretty deep and dark, almost like half of the serial killers I've seen or some anime bad asses I've watched on Lonely Wednesdays. "I'm sorry, but um, who are you, and why exactly am I here?" I questioned the shadowed man, who wore a long black trench coat, and a black fedora. His clothing was black like his soul, though it seems that he didn't have one; when the fedora would come off and plop onto the cold, dirtied floor, all I could see was the outline of his hair, spiky and mysterious.
"You don't need to know who the fuck I am. You, Sylvia~ are the 'Property of the Joker.' The mysterious little girlfriend~ since we can't find the Joker, we're gonna have to start with you, closest of all time. You see, J is a bad man, a psychopath, a criminal, in fact~ Gotham's wanted criminal, he's no good. But since you joined along, you've put hundreds of people in more terror~ knowing that J has a girlfriend, who's just like him. But their could be only one, killer. In fact, maybe none at all. So~ you're here today, to make a decision. I can let you off, have you live..." He paused for a small amount of seconds. "But...you'll never see J again, as in. Bye bye clown king, you're dead. OR... You let J go and live, and you can end your life right here, right now." His finger had trailed along my skin, before he gripped tightly onto my shoulders, squeezing a bit harshly. I remained silent, I refused to have this guy know, that neither one of us would die.
"Let me go, and I'll give you the Joker. You can have him, take him. Kill him." I spoke firmly, feeling the tug around my wrist get even looser before I was set free. I rubbed along my wrists, standing up properly and turned around. Before the man could even speak to one of his soldiers above our floor, I had quickly slashed his throat out, the sound of the blade cutting through layers of skin, the blood had quickly gushed out, watching him fall to his knee's as his eyes trailed up at me. 'HA...HA...HA....HA...HAAAA. Ah, why so serious?' I smiled softly at him, a bit chaotic. Sound of choking filled the air, he gasped for air, taking one last breath before he stopped breathing, collapsing to the floor. Death was filed in the air. My fingers clutched onto the pocket knife, stepping over his body as I made my way up to the stairs, successfully lured him to thinking he would kill my man.
Don't play with the devil, he always cheats.
***A/N: I apologize for the long wait, family came in from Hawaii and spent my whole week with them, and also cringe 0.3 second quizzes. But here is the chapter I have saved for days, please comment down below on what you thought about it, it helps a lot! Thanks! Have a wonderful day! :)
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The Obsession - Joker Fanfiction
Fanfiction"You keep a lot to yourself because it's difficult to find people who understand." -Unknown
