"Ralph, would you please show this man his way out?" Joker and I have been in Iceland for a week now and we have made it known who we are on the low. Some people, like this man in front of me, like to test our abilities. All the better, Joker is outside waiting for me. So, the impatient man is going to be tested and the women who told a man not to grab her ass is going to be tested.
"Why don't we just have some fun, eh? Just one grab? One kiss? One night?" He started coming closer and closer towards me and I was growing more uncomfortable. I could smell the terrible alcohol is his breath and it made me want to puke on the spot. "We can get rid of your boyfriend here and go do whatever we would like." The man grabbed me by my waist and before I could do anything, he was ripped off of me.
The man started to shout when Joker proceeded to hit him once more. Joker was breathing heavily and I walked a couple feet to meet him, staring down at the man on the ground. "Don't you know that when a lady says she doesn't want to be touched, she means it?" Jokers voice was playful, something I heard every time he wanted to kill someone. However, today was supposed to be relaxing. I let my hand go under his shirt and feel his abs. This got his attention and he began to calm a little as the man got up.
It was a long and quiet pause that the pervert decided to break. "Who are you people?" His voice was shaky and the blood running down his nose made me laugh a little bit.
Joker was going to answer when I cut him off. "Just two ordinary people trying to have fun on their vacation. Right, my love?" Joker didn't take his eyes off of the man as I spoke. I knew he would be angry that I wouldn't let us do anything today but, it was for the best. "Yes, my love, that is who we are. Ralph, show this man out of our room immediately." His voice was stern and Ralph did as he was told.
The door shut and Joker poured two glasses of whiskey. "Such a nice goon Ralph is. Don't ya think, J?" He handed me a glass before taking his and swallowing all the whiskey, then making another glass. Not a word was said as we walked outside the room and to the elevator.
The whole way down, Joker and I looked into each other's eye. Something was up. He wasn't mad but he wasn't happy with me. Once the doors opened, he grabbed my hand and walked out. I followed with pride as we walked past the man who tried to have sex with me. His eyes filled with fear as I smiled towards him and Joker waved with a sadistic look on his face.
A car was waiting for us and I was now more confused than I previously had been. "Joker, what's going on?" However, without answering right away, he opened the door. A man sat in the seat with duct tape and rope all over his mouth, hands, and ankles. Ralph sat in the drivers seat so Joker and I sat in the seats facing the man. As if I thought we could have a week off of killing. Though, it did arouse feelings of joy as well. I knew this is who we are and Joker hasn't killed someone for the hell of it this whole trip; he has had meaning to each kill.
Once the door was closed and we started driving off, Joker clasped his hands together, making a loud noise. "We have been stalked by this man. I don't know why, really. We aren't that cool, I thought. Two people from who knows where in a place far from their home. Why would we matter?" The man, who's name was Daniel by the name tag he wore, had been sweating for a while. Joker ripped the tape off of his mouth and the man yelled a bit at the pain.
Daniel wouldn't look at me. This made me kind of angry. "You two are murderers! I've seen it with my own eyes, this is true!" Finally, he looked at me. "You're a sick and twisted whore!" I laughed as the little Irishman yelled and Joker crouched down next to the man, the lack of space making things difficult, and grabbed his face in his hands.
"Oh, she's not a whore. This little lady here is very loyal to me. She's also very trained, by the best I must say, maybe even a little bit of her own skills, to kill whenever and whoever she wants." The car came to a stop and the door opened. "Lets go have some fun!" The man tried to scream but Joker put the tape back on his mouth.
Ralph grabbed the man and began walking towards a little house by the ocean. It was freezing outside and I wish that I had worn thicker clothing. I saw that the home was visited once today as I saw som guns, knives, and even a electric rod was on a table in front of a chair.
Daniel was placed in the chair and then tied to it. Joker bend over to get in the mans face and all the guy did was spit. Of course he would do that. Don't you know that in a situation that you may die in, you should make the killer as mad as possible. Joker turned around and whipped the spit off of his face. I took my jacket off and Joker took his off.
I walked over to the man and out my hands on his knees. Joker stood behind me, watching everything. "Such a sassy man." I let my finger walk up his body and to his chin, raising it up to look at me. "What do you think you have seen?" His breathing became heavier as I straddled him, waiting for an answer.
"I saw you beat a man. You killed him in cold blood. I saw your boyfriend slice a mans throat and throw him in the ocean. I saw him shoot a man just for looking at you at the lagoon. I seen everything!" With my hand on the chair, I twirled the man in a circle. "You're both crazy, weird looking people and someone needs to stop you. I'm telling the cops!" I let his chair fall to the ground and I grabbed a knife, quickly going back to him.
I put the knife to his throat and got in his face. "Go ahead, tell the cops!" I let the man process who I said and then I brought him back up. "You have a phone, call the cops." In one swift motion, I cut the mans ropes and in another, his hands were free. "Do it." He carefully brought his phone out and brought it up to dial the number.
Just as he pressed the call button, Joker shot the mans hand and he screamed in horrific pain. I stepped back as Joker came forward, now holding a knife. "Did you think it was going to be that easy?! We are professionals! Did you think you could beat us with such a simple tactic?" He did a circle around the man who clung to his hand on the ground. Joker got behind him and titled his head back. "Say sorry for calling the women a whore." The man didn't say anything. I walked back and forth, never letting my eyes leave the man.
Once again, Joker asked the man. When he didn't answer, Joker let his knife glide through the mans skin, ear to ear, and blood sprayed on me. "Really J? Now I have to take a shower. All because you're impatient and couldn't let me move out of the way before you did some dumb shit." He did nothing but laugh as he let the man fall. "Wheres these peoples bathrooms you bafoon?" I laughed lightly as I walked around the house and looked for the shower.
When I found it, I looked for some towels and started up the hot shower. I took all of my clothes off and right before getting in, an idea popped into my head. "Joker!" I looked outside of the bathroom door, making sure my body didn't peek out. "Mr. J!" Footsteps came towards the hallway and Joker appeared from the other room. "Wanna take a shower with me?" A look of relief washed over his face as he continued to walk and came into the bathroom.
After he got undressed, we stepped into the shower. The water was warm and made me feel so comfortable. "I like when you call me Mr. J. It makes me feel like you know who's the boss." I laughed and turned to face him and I brought my hands up to his chest. "Well, of course I know who the boss is. You'll always be the boss." I gave him a sweet kiss and turned towards the running water, letting it cover my body before getting the soap and switching sides with Joker.
"This has to be the smallest shower I have ever been in. Do you even know who's house this is?" I started getting the blood off of my neck and face and then rinsed the soap off. Joker laughed and stopped the water and we got out. "Not really. The people who live here have not been home in a while so I figured we would be able to come here when needed." I nodded and started going through clothes, looking for something that I could wear.
All I needed was a shirt and I couldn't find one. It wasn't until now that I started getting genuinely angry. I must be about to start my period. "J! Find me a damn shirt please! I can't find one!" Almost as soon as I said it, he walked in with a shirt and tossed it at me. I gave him a dirty look and he smiled. "What can I say, baby? I'm skilled." I laughed at his comment and started getting dressed again, getting ready for the day part two.
