Daughter of a clown

Fuckin hell

Third Person POV

Red glanced over at them, darkness painting her glare. "Hello, Pawn." A spark of pain showed its way on Mercy's eyes, the usually vibrant blue now a dull pastel. "Why? Re-" "It's Checkmate! Dammit! It's Checkmate to all of you!" Checkmate's eyes laced insanity, what sanity she once had left in a instant. "Re-Checkmate. Why?" Mercy was horrified at the sound of a used to be friends, voice. "Why not?" Check taunted back, a devilish grin plastered on her face. The twisted expression making The Quinn, Jacob, Frost and Mercy grimace in horror. Mercy looked at Check's new outfit. The white female, pirate dress shirt, a black and grey vest coat, sleek black dress pants, knee high, checkered and heeled boots, and a black and white striped top hat dressed her form. The only splashes of color were blood red bows that tied around the base of the top hat, around her neck like a choker and another red bow on the right side of her vest. Checkmate placed her hand on her hip, where loose thick chains hung like a belt, and a large, mid evil looking sword in her other hand. Her grip tightened on the golden and Ruby untrusted handle of the sword. Frost stepped forward, putting his arm in front of Mercy in a protective way. "I go by the name of Frosty, and I really don't like it when you hurt someone close to me." Frosty gritted his teeth, Checkmate only laughed in response. "So? I don't like it when the people I care about BETRAY me." Her cocky smirk showing she was ready with any worthless words coming her way. "Well I'm Jacob! And I really don't like it when my friends are threatened by someone stupid." "Sorry Jacob," Checkmate retorted back. "but I think she is the real threat, after all, she is both stupid and manipulative." Jacob swallowed his own words. Harley growled at the child in front of her. "What is this about?! Mercy? Betraying you! She would never do such a thing!" Checkmate gritted her teeth firmly. "Really? Do you believe someone that KILLED someone without second thoughts or later regrets, wouldn't manipulate? Think like me for a second." Checkmate put her palms facing the floor as she kept a devilish gaze on everyone and their movements. "Imagine, being a young girl, born with a curse and a power that would tear a sane person to shreds in a matter of seconds, finally having a friend after being TESTED ON for YEARS! Imagine the pain I went through before meeting her, my savior. For two years nonstop they tested me, used electro therapy on me, and given drugs that hurt me more and more everyday! But when I met her I was saved, she because my hero! My savior! My only friend. And finally, IMAGINE WHAT IT IS LIKE FOR THAT PERSON IN YOUR LIFE TO LEAVE WITHOUT SAYING ANY GOODBYE! SHE LEFT ME TO ROT IN MY OWN MIND! But when I found her, she was happy when I wasn't, I thought I was saved again because of Bruce, but no. I LEARNED I WAS AGAINST THE ONLY PERSON I LOVED! MERCY, MY SAVIOR LEFT ME TO BE MY ENEMY!" Checkmate lost herself and her composure, she took a deep breath and straightened her vest and hat, her red hair more grown out and put into a bun backwards with two side braids connected. "And so I tried, I tried to be normal. But my curse wouldn't let me, I was only growing more 'sick', which is what they called it. The only problem with bring called sick, is that it seems like there is an antidote. And so that is why I won't call myself sick, because there is no cure for my curse. So answer me, endulge me with your feelings. How would you feel if you were like me." Everyone stood speechless, no words were able to escape their mouths. "You must be too scared," Checkmates eyes looked downwards to the rotting wooden floor, but she looked up at them with a grimacing grin. "good, my pawns." She shifted her feet and headed to the shocked crowed, the rough hilt of the sword feeling good to the palms of Checkmate. She rose her heavy sword up. Check frowned as her sword slammed down on the rotted wood, the others running out of the way just in time before the wood cracked into any splinters. Check growled in frustration, twisting her body she shoved her weapon at the face of Mercy. Still in shock from the unheard news, Mercy failed to realize this attack. Blood splattered against the white blouse on Red, The red liquid splattering on her face as well as the wood. Check smirked at the man in front of her, the blood on her lips licked off with a swipe of her tongue. With a crazed look in her eyes she swiftly twisted the handle of the blade, the motion cutting more into the flesh of the man. His heart burned violently at the sensation of it being stabbed and twisted into knots. "FROSTY!" The screams hurt his ears more, but clearly sounded sweet to Checkmate. "D-don't worry kid, you're strong. You-you may have had darkness most of your life bu-but, you are your own light. So-!" He coughed, blood falling to the ground and running onto Check's hand from her sword. "SO MAKE YOUR OWN LIGHT!" with his pained hands he grabbed the sharp blade, more blood slipping from his freshly cut skin, and with a swift movement he shoved the sword through him completely, all the way until Check's hand touched his chest. He ducked his head down to Check's ear. "See you in hell, monster!" "Likely." Replied Check. "And I'll make sure," She partially ripped out her sword from his wound. "I'll pierce you a thousand more times when I'm on the throne."

A/N: yo bet you guys can't wait to see what'll happen next battle between old friends or SOMETHING ELSE. Lolol bye my little jesters