Jerome Valeska Imagines

Cheerful

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Cheerful

Imagine: When Jerome and the Maniax attack the cheerleaders' bus, he's surprised to find that one particular cheerleader isn't afraid of him whatsoever. Credit: luciebell-writes

It had all happened too fast for your brain to comprehend. 

One minute you were sat on the school bus, chatting with your friends as you were on your way to a game - as you normally would. Then before you knew it, the bus had been hijacked by a group of men who you instantly recognised as the Arkham escapees. 

You'd sat there, watching closely in the hopes that a way out would reveal itself. Sadly, no such opportunity occurred. Instead, you were forced to endure the panicked cries of your fellow cheer team; especially when one of the escaped inmates approached them with their weapons in hand. 

Yet every time they went near you, you merely stared straight back at them. Of course you were scared - you had no idea if you were going to survive after all - but you just didn't want to give them the satisfaction of knowing they intimidated you.  Particularly the young redhead of the group.

He had been infuriating throughout the ordeal; terrorising you all whilst maintaining a certain level of humour that would've probably made you laugh, had your life not been at risk. Had he not been a psychotic murderer, you might've actually found him to be quite cute.

"You're not going to cry like your friends?" He asked, cocking his head to the side in a somewhat playful manner. You shook your head and narrowed your eyes, which elicited a slight chuckle from his lips. "And why is that?"

"Because you psychos will only get off on it." You muttered. 

"That may be true..." The redhead grinned and moved his head closer to yours, his lips mere inches from your ear. "But your little tough act is also getting me hard."

You grimaced and turned your head. "You're disgusting."

"No, I'm Jerome." He licked his lips, watching you with a certain carnal avarice that unnerved you. To him, you were no more than defenceless prey; a lamb waiting to be slaughtered, as it were. "And you are...?"

Instead of answering in a shaken voice like your fellow cheerleaders had, you simply threw him a hard stare; almost testing Jerome, all while attempting to assert your fearlessness. 

Jerome pulled out his gun and slowly held it against your head. "Come on, doll. What's your name?"

"Fuck you." You spat, pretending that his gun didn't make you feel uncomfortable in the slightest even though a voice in your head was screaming at you to stop being stupid and just tell him your name. But you just didn't want to give in - he was going to kill you all anyway. 

While you expected Jerome to pull the trigger on you there and then, he surprised you by erupting into hysterical laughter instead; although this made you shudder with anticipation since you couldn't help but question his bizarre reaction. 

"You're stubborn, aren't you." His eyes were wide and full of intrigue as he lowered the gun and sat beside you on the bus seat. The redhead was dangerously close to you and you tensed up when you felt his hand on your shoulder. 

"Don't touch me. I'd rather you point that gun at me instead." Of course you didn't mean that, the words had slipped out, but luckily for you he found amusement in your obstinacy. 

"You know what, I like you." Jerome stood up suddenly and took your arm. "Come on, let's go."

Shaking your head, you pulled away. "I'd rather die than go with you."

Although you knew that going with Jerome would be your best chance at surviving the ordeal, you didn't want to know what he had planned for you. He was clearly unstable and you preferred knowing that you were about to be killed among your friends than running off into the unknown where he could've just murdered you anyway. 

That made Jerome burst out laughing; it was as though you'd told him the funniest joke he'd ever heard, and you couldn't bear being so close to him. "I'm being serious."

"So am I." All smiles stopped seconds later, and the redhead watched you with wide eyes yet again."You're coming with me."

"Why?" Your tone was harsh as you watched him narrowly. 

"Because I like you. And I know that you like me too, beneath that hard exterior, you're just like me." Jerome stood up and held his hand out to you. "You've got potential, doll. I can help you."

You had no idea what you were thinking - or if you even were. Jerome was crazy, insane, a murderer for crying out loud! He wasn't to be trusted, he just wanted to lure you into a false sense of security before causing you as much pain as he intended to inflict upon your fellow cheer team. 

So why did you feel so inclined to take his hand? 

Perhaps there really was a potentiality for darkness within you. But could you really trust Jerome to help you unleash it?