A magic trick

Not A Clue

The blinding sun casted down on Alicia's face through the blinds. She sat up and yawned opening her eyelids revealing a deep blue hue in her eyes. She stood up and put on her clothes as usual and hurried out of the house before her father could awaken. She shivered a bit and nuzzled into the fabric of her coat and walked towards Gotham High as fast she could. She felt as if she was being watched, but figured to ignore the thought as she approached the campus.

Jerome a little far away from her watched closely with a malicious smile plastered on his face. He watched as Alice continued her journey to the main building passing the cheerleaders. "Huh, gives me an idea." Jerome laughs to himself and makes his way to a hiding spot. His plan was to kill Alice while she was on her way home. Hours passed by and soon the sound of footsteps passed the redhead. He stood up slowly and began to follow her once again.

A cold gust of wind caused Alice to stop and shiver. She was about to walk when a hand yanked her in the alley. She yelped in suprise only to have her mouth covered. She couldn't see the mans face, but glared at him through his skii mask nonetheless. She felt something sharp press into her causing her to gasp in pain. The man had stabbed her in the side. She tried to ignore the pain and glared at the man even more not quitting to get free.

"Sit still or I will cut you again you little bitch." He said annoyed with her. Before she could process what happened the man was on the floor. She looked over to see Jerome staring at the man with pure disgust.

"What is a pathetic fat oaf like you picking on a pretty little girl like this?" He asked teasingly walking around the man who watched the boy. Jerome held a plank of wood in his hand and followed the mans gaze to his weapon. "Scared that I will hit ya again?" He crouched down and pulled the mask off the man and pinched his cheek. "Let me see if I have to ya big lug." He stood up straight and looked at Alice smiling as always. "Did he hurt you dollface?" Alice nodded slowly holding the knife which was still lodged into her side. She held it shakily not wanting to move it at all. Jerome's face turns dark and furious. "You know what my favorite type of comedy is?" He asked the man with a psychotic grin. He then swung the plank and hit the man hard once more causing blood to shoot out of his mouth. "Slap Stick."

Jerome laughed and continued mutalating the mans face with the plank. Each swing causing more blood  to splatter. Alice had trouble staying up and felt weak at the sight of blood. Her face grew pallid and she groaned in pain. The boy turned around and jogged towards the girl keeping her up. "I'm fine. I need to get to work..." She coughed and tried to walk only to have the boy beside her laugh.

"You're crazy!" He kept laughing and took her to his hotel room. He looked at her as she sat in the chair weakly. He sighs and grips the knife looking up at her. "This is the fun part." He rips the knife out of the girl and covers her mouth hearing muffled screams. "See wasn't that fun?" He laughs and lifts her shirt up a bit looking at the wound. He shakes his head and walks into the bathroom coming out with a small kit and towel. He crouched down and opened the small medical kit and looked inside it for a bit.

"How bad is it?" She asked weakly wincing as he cleaned the tender flesh. He laughs and thinks looking at the wound for a better angle.

"It needs stitched up. So ugly enough." He pulls out a needle and thread and looks at her. He stood up abruptly removing his belt and opens her mouth forcefully. "Say Ah!" He said in a teasing manner soon after shoving the small washcloth into her mouth. He wrapped his belt around her head and tightened it so the rag wouldnt fall out. "Now I can start." He began sewing her wound closed laughing softly as she squealed in pain. He cleaned it once more and bandaging it soon after causing the girl to relax. She was sweaty and pale causing Jerome's playful attitude to falter.

He removed the belt and laid her on the bed looking at her. He leans down pressing his ear to her chest hearing her rhythmic heart beat. He sighed softly in relief as he lays her correctly into the bed. He removed his coat and flannel shirt which had blood all over it as well. He sat beside Alice feeling his pistol tucked away in the hem of his pants. He pulled it out and looked at the weapon then at Alice. He shakes his head and sets the weapon in the night stand. Leaning over he grabs a clean washcloth and wipes the sweat off her face softly. Days passed by slowly to him as he waited for the girl to wake up.