Joker [[2014]]

†Chapter Five†: Chasing The Weasel

The villain walked throughout the town in the shadows despite the streets being empty. His head was hanging down low. Raven black hair covered his covered his eyes. Only the lower part of his face including his jaw and mouth were visible. His expression was neutral on one side of his face while he dragged his feet along the wet pavement, staring at nothing but the ground, mouth slightly open. 

Cold pale fingers clenched and unclenched by his sides. It was close to midnight possibly, but Ozwald wasn't feeling in the mood for any games. His head was somewhere else, and by that he was thinking about a certain someone. Someone that was suppose to be six feet underground but instead was walking among this earth once again. But how? 

Ozwald had a bad memory but he remembered that night just like it happened only yesterday. The blood that puddled around the body. Those grey eyes wide in shock but no life being held in them. He remembered it all too well from the moment he lost control to the death of his beloved hero. 

Though having the hero around alive was no walk in the park either. The hero agitated Ozwald to the very core of his being. With Valiclan around Ozwald could never win, he was always one step ahead of the villain. Always was he getting in the way of getting what he wanted, but the villain liked it when they fought nonetheless because he knew that they would never actually hurt each other. Of course that was proven wrong a long time ago.

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He whistled as he walked along the street of the old town. It was dark out, almost midnight exactly. Now you might wonder why the teen was out so late. Well, that was the only time his friend seemed to have time off of the hero thing.

"Hey isn't that the faggot from school?" was heard being said from across the street. 

"Yeah that is him! What the hell is he doing out so late?" asked the buddy of the voice.

"I don't know but why don't you say we have a little fun hm?"

With that being heard, Ozzie began to walk faster and then running when they noticed his change of pace and yelled out "Get him!" 

They chased him for a while until they cornered him in an alley. It was a dead end, no way out. Ozzie sank to his knees, holding his head in his hands. "Please don't hurt me, please guys I'll do anything" he begged in a small voice.

"Oh yeah? I bet you will you little homo" laughed the shorter man.

"Yeah just look at him on his knees!" the taller one snorted.

The shorter one stopped laughing then snapped his fingers at the taller one, who nodded his head and picked up Ozzie by his shirt and pushed him against the brick wall. "You like being man handled don't you, you little queer?" the taller one whispered in his ear.  His body pressed against Ozzie's, crushing him against the wall. The shorter one laughed and joined in, leaning close in to Oz's other side. "How about we see how much of a man you are hmm? Bet you'd like that" he said as he reached his hand into Oz's jeans.

The poor boy gasped, his eyes went wide in terror. He then began to struggled against the two older boys. He pleaded and cried but it was no use, they were too subborn and weren't going to give in.  

When Ozzie wasn't coorapurating, they began to hit and kick him. Yelling things in his face like most of the bullies at school would do, like his father would do too. 

Something in Ozzie snapped. He then remembered the cards in his back pocket and what they were capable of. So he slowly reached into his pocket and pulled out one of his cards.