Name: Jerome Valeska Age: 19
Jerome's POV
Waking up in a secluded cell is never fun. Especially when the cell is made of pillows. I hate pillows. They were tools used to try and suffocate poor little Jerome. Flashbacks of Lila trying to smother me with a pillow flooded my mind. Quickly, I pushed the thoughts to the back of my mind. I hated pillows, they were weapons. Frowning I looked at the walls. Examining every crack and crevice, for a way out. A hole or a crack would be a route to freedom.
Then I spotted the seam that was ripping. A piece of thread hanging loosely. I attempted moving, but failed. This damn straight jacket restricting me. I puled, twisted and pushed until a rip sound happened. I smiled and shook off the material. Standing up, I walked over to the walls. Pins and needles made its way up my arm. Ignoring it, I examined the wall. The pillow patch had a seam ripping. I stuck my fingers in the hole and started ripping carefully.
There in the wall, was a vent. Grinning I started trying to untwist the bolts. But they were stuck. As if they were glued. The bars moving creaking upwards echoed in the cell. Hastily, I pulled the cushion demon over the vent and sat down. I found my escape I wasn't about to let it slip from me. The steel door screeched open. Two buff men walked into the cell, raising their eyebrows. "How'd you get out of that straight jacket"? Rolling my eyes I retorted, " Aren't I a psycho? I'm very smart ya know". The man hissed back, "Shut it carrot top"!
I glared at him from my spot on the floor. "Least I'm better looking". " You're gonna dig a bigger hole for yourself Lil' Red", he smirked. Raising my brow, I frowned. This man had no idea what he was getting himself into. The other man just looked at his partner strange before leaning in. "James! Stop flirting with the inmate!", he whisper yelled. James leered at his partner. "Fuck off Corey". Corey straightened out, standing tall like a soldier. James looked down at me. "Let's go Hothead". I stood up, shooting at James, "Call me another nickname and just wait and see where your head ends up".
"Whatever you like Firecrotch", he rasped, before pulling my hands behind my back. I was gonna give him a painful death. "Just you wait". "I will". He pushed me forward and guided me down the halls. "Lunch time", Corey chirped. James hand travelled a little to low for my liking. We entered the cafeteria. James reluctantly let go of my wrists. I hoped over to my usuall group of 'buddies' if that's what you wanna call them. Even though all the chit chat, my eyes trailed on James. I looked for any weakness. Any points that would be easy targets.
I looked down at the 'food' we were given. I couldn't even tell what it was supposed to represent. Was it like a thick, grey, chunky soup. Or was it supposed to be potatoes. Richard leaned over the table. "Jerome. Somethings going on in that head of yours. Tell me whats grinding your gears". Glancing up, I saw his forehead was creased. Worry lines. Why would he be worried. "Someone bugging you Jerome?" he asked again. James sent a flirtatious wink my way. I let out a heavy sigh. "Yeah there is. That guy". Richard turned his head to see him. Richard turned his head back, his brow raised. "Is it the way his guns in the holster Jerome? Stop being so conceited and think every one fangirls over you".
Richard turned back to his food. "No, I swear he is. His hand goes a little too low if you know what I'm saying". Richard looked back up. "So, do you need anything to take care of this problem"? Grinning maniacally, I replied with, "A hacksaw"
3 HOURS LATER
Sitting in the padded cell seemed to make my thoughts bounce around. I awaited James return. "Lights out"! And from the little plexi-glass plate on the doors the lights surely flickered off. And about 15 minutes later, the bars scratching echoed through the halls. And in came James holding a flashlight. "Hello there". I gripped the hacksaw tighter behind me. James didn't put me in the straight jacket. That idiot. "If we're gonna do this, you have to be somewhat quiet". James stepped closer. I stood up, hacksaw hidden behind my back.
"James. I have to ask. Don't you have a wife"? James scoffed. "She doesn't matter". I hummed before taking both his wrists in my hands. I pushed him against the wall. James smirked at me. "Dominant eh"? "And bloodthirsty". His eyes widened as I grabbed the hacksaw, slitting his wrists slightly. "Now your hands won't travel", I spat. James started to shake. "Hey firecrotch, didn't think you'd be kinky". I rolled my eyes and pushed down more. "I'm doing you a favour James". "How so", his voice shaky. "Your gonna die comfortably". "Die! Why"! "Don't act like you don't know", I hissed.
"Don't let your hands travel. I'm not that kinda guy". I pushed the blade in his flesh deeper, the bones starting to break. his head drooped forward. I forced the blade in all the way. His head shooting up, screams escaping his lips. I let him fall to the floor. His hands tumbling before him. He started crying. I crouched down, lifting his chin. "Aww is baby sad that he didn't get what he wanted"?
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I Just had too. It's weird but if we think about it. Guards at Arkham could really be like this. It happens at other facilities. I just wanted a different chapter. This is also a dedication to Jenny Valentine. She was raped.. I wanted to give sexual harassment some awareness. So I did. Here it is. And, sexual harassment is NOT funny. it's a real problem. It happens to men and women alike. So please don't take this chapter as a joke. It's not. And if I offended any redheads with the nicknames, I'm really sorry. Anyways, Bye Lovelies!
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Jerome Valeska: Fearless
FanficThe 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.
