Joker [[2014]]

†Chaper Three†: Slice 'N' Dice

It was perfect. Absolutely brilliant! Oh how he had waited for this. Each card was designed in purple swirls with a green background. On the top and bottom corner of the cards had the numbers written in a fancy design. Ozzie was pleased at his work. So very pleased that he actually gave off a small little grin. He picked up the one that was different from them all, it was his favorite one. The card that spelled out the work joker going down the side of it in big, fancy bold letter in purple. The back had the same purple and green design but the front with the word on it was white with a demonic clown smile and purple-green jester hat and attached to the bottom of the two.

He played with the cards, doing the magic tricks he had practiced in the mirror a million times. Using only one hand, the young man held up the joker card then flicked his wrist. Out fanned the other three cards. Six, seven, and eight. His lucky numbers.

The cards then disappeared with another flick of his wrist. His other hand had stayed by his side the whole time, but when he brought it up just after the cards had banished, he whirled his hand around and out popped the number six card.

Bending it back with his index finger and thumb, he flicked up up in the air. As it went, the other cards magically appeared and went with it, all landing perfectly in his other hand.

Yes this was not some magic you see in kids shows. This was far more greater than that. Having no friends and with the only person he ever talked to always being out on duty, Ozzie decided to get into more darker hobbies.

Black magic had always fascinated him and now that he had the time to do it, he didn't see what was any reason not to. 

All it took was a few months to master the ways of the art and use it or his own amusement and only on the cards, nothing more. 

"Damn it" he hissed under his breath and sucked on the web between his thumb and index finger. A little bead of blood form on the pale surface of his skin. "Paper cuts.." he said to himself then looked to his desk drawer where he kept his razor blades. "Paper..blades.."  Outside of his room he could hear his abusive alcoholic father shouting about something on the T.V. He looked to the door then back at the cards. "Deadly paper cuts.."

This would make a far more interesting project. Indeed it did because when he was finished those cards were no longer some ordinary playing cards. No they had much more purpose now, much more need to be proud of.

Holding the number eight card between his two fingers, he swiftly flicked his wrist back sending the card slicing through his bed's headboard.

Ozzie smirked to himself. He was so lost in his own little world that he didn't even realize his father calling his name. "Ozwald you little piece of crap! Get your ass out here now!" 

Ozzie continued to smile at his cards as he got up and skipped out of his room. He stuck them in his pocket to hide from his father as he walked over to the red faced man sitting on the couch.

"I'm going out with a friend tonight.." Ozzie said in almost a whisper, not wanting to be louder than the T.V.

"Yeah whatever, friends, sure. Why don't you get me some more drinks while your out and don't you go losing my money again you little idiot!"

 His father was counting his money before he handed it to the boy. "What the hell are you smiling about you fairy? Wipe that god damn grin off your face before I do it for you. Don't need anybody thinking I got some lune for a son. Bad enough as it is that you're a fairy! Now go before I slap you silly!"

The smile faded back to a frown. Ozzie nodded and stuck the money in his back pocket and continued on with walking out the door. "Oh I'll go and be back soon.but I wont be getting slapped anymore..no not this time.."