Haylee Quinn

Chapter Two - Hostage

I opened my eyes and rubbed the back of my head where I got hit. What the heck happened? I sat up and looked around the unfamiliar bedroom.

Where am I? I expected to wake up either back in the ally way or possibly even in a hospital.

The room has cream coloured walls and timber floor. The bed I am lying on has a blue cover, probably the same colour as my shirt.

Directly across from me is a large wardrobe, and a door next to that which I'm guessing leads to a bathroom. A tall mirror rest against one of the walls, and next to my bed is a small bed side table.

It a nice room, but it's still not mine. I head over to the bedroom door and try to open it, but it's locked. Who evers house this is, they obviously don't want me leaving. I turned around and headed into the bathroom. I turned on the tap and splashed some water onto my face.

But when I looked up at the mirror I jumped in surprise at the sight. I didn't see my reflection, I saw Harley's.

I quickly blinked and the image of my sister disappeared, and my own reflection was in the mirror. Okay that was weird, that's never happened to me before.

I walked back out of the bathroom and froze in my steps when I saw someone sitting on the bed. But it's not the fact that someone was sitting on the bed that made me stop. It was who.

"I see you've already made yourself at home. Good." The same voice that I heard in the ally way said.

What does he want with me? The familiar man stood up and walked right over to me, stopping only centre meters away from me. Another chill ran down my spine. I am so dead.

"Wow, you really do look like my Harley. Well, at least Harleen anyway. But don't you worry, we'll be fixing that." He said with an evil grin.

"What do you want with me Joker." I spat.

I quickly regretted doing that, as the grin immediately disappeared and anger took over. I don't have a death wish, but I'm not going to show weakness towards him.

He feeds on weakness, so I'm going to make him starve. That is if he doesn't kill me right here right now. That's a huge possibility.

"Do not speak to me that way." He growled, pointing his finger at me.

I didn't respond, not only only because I had nothing to say but because even if I wanted to say something I was too scared to. I may not be showing my fear, but on the inside I am crapping my pants.

I gathered up all the courage I could and raised my hand to slap him in the face, but he caught my hand.

"You've got the same fire she had. That's exactly what I need." He grinned.

"Why am I here Joker?" I asked again, hoping he'd tell me.

"Believe it or not I loved your sister very much, and every day I miss her more. I miss the way she kissed me, the way she laughed, the way she would always make me smile-"

"The way you tortured her, abused her. Treated her nothing more than an object. You say you loved her, but not in the way she thought. You loved using her, that's all." I coldly interrupted.

Okay I must really have a death wish or something. No way is he going to let me get away with speaking to him like that, and not get punished for it. That's not the Joker's style.

He raised his hand and slapped me across the face. Hard. I fell to the floor with a loud thud.He grabbed me by the wrist and pulled me back up, then started dragging me out of the room.

"You're being a naughty girl Hayleen, and what do I do to naughty girls?" He paused.

"I punish them."

He continued dragging me to wherever it was he was taking me, I couldn't see because I had my eyes shut tight in fear. Punish? What will my punishment be?

I'm being held hostage by the Joker and I'm getting punished for speaking. Isn't being held hostage punishment enough? Then again, what I said was kinda harsh.

What am I saying? The Joker doesn't have feelings. What I said to him was true. At least I think it is. No, I know it is.

Every time I saw Harley since she had...changed, she would always say how much of a 'rough love' they had. But I never saw it in person, so I'm only guessing here.

Suddenly we entered a room, a really cold room. I opened my eyes and scanned my surroundings. Dull concrete walls, metal bench along each wall covered in weapons of many sorts, and right in the middle of the room is a metal table with a lamp next to it.

I felt Joker lift me up and forcefully lay me down on the table. I tried struggling but it was pointless, he's too strong. He started laughing at me struggling, so I stopped.

I didn't want to entertain him. He can go torture someone else if he wants entertainment, but not me.He strapped me down to the table and lowered his head so it was inches away from mine.

"Now listen. You're here because I need my Harley back. So you are going to dress like her, act like her, sound like her. Anything and everything she did." He explained with a sick grin on his face.

Why the heck would I do anything for him? The man who tortured my sister. Why should I have to play the role of my dead sister for him? Mind you if I don't he'll most probably kill me.

"And what if I don't?" I asked softly, my eyes meeting his.

I never realised he had ice blue eyes. They're like pools of water, deep water. Afraid that if you jump in, you'll drown and sink to the bottom.

"If you don't?" He repeated my question, laughing.

"Simple. I kill you." He said, then started laughing loudly.

I don't want to do anything for this sick freak, but I also don't want to die because of him either. He took away the single most important person to me. My sister, my best friend, my family. Me doing this for him is giving up to him, him defeating me. I can't have that.

"Fine then, kill me. Kill me like you killed my sister." I said.

Anger spread across his face and he slammed his fists down on the table, either side of my head. What am I saying? I don't want to die. But if it means he doesn't get what he wants, I'll do it.

"And why the heck would you think that hmm? Why would you think that I killed my beloved Harley?" He asked as he walked away from me, over to one of the benches I'm guessing.

I heard him pick up something then walk back over to me. In his hands are two metal rods, and I know exactly what they do. He's going to fry my brain!

Knowing him he'll turn it up all the way and kill me. I mean I guess I asked him to. At least my death will be some what quick.

"You killed her because you got sick and tired of her. Like I said, you never loved her, you just used her. And that's exactly what you're going to do to me. So go a head, shock me." I said with all the courage I could gather.

The look in his eyes is complete hate, and I swear I saw steam coming out of his ears. I smiled at my thoughts. I really know how to work this man up.

He turned on the shockers and the sound of them buzzing and him laughing filled the room.

"You don't get it do you? I didn't kill her!" He shouted in my face.

"But never mind that. You'll be my Haylee, whether you like it or not." And with that, he brought the rods to my temples and shocked me.