Joker [[2014]]

†Chapter Nine†: Nightmare [[End?]]

The town's clock was only minutes away from singing it's midnight tune. Cold winter air nipped at the man's cheeks and nose.The red tips of his fingers ran along the rusty black gates that lined up along the old apartment complexes, while his other dragged a leaking bag behind him. His faint green eyes looked straight forward, chin slightly tilted up in the air. Lips a color purple much like a corpse, formed a shape of a small O underneath the painted on smile as he whistled.

Getting to his destination, the center of town, Ozwald had came to meet up with an old friend.

"My my would you look what we have here, seems as if Claus has came early this year" the villain smirked causing his fake smile to widen.

"Santa you mean? He couldn't make it this year sadly" replied the hero "looks like one of his elves were a bit on the naughty side" he said, gesturing to the villain's elf like ears and the sack Ozwald had hung dangling on one of the giant Christmas tree branches.

"Have anything you would like to say for yourself Ozzie?"

The hero began walking forward, straightening out his mask and fixing his rings. Ozwald stood there eyeing his movements carefully. All was silent for a moment as the two stared each other down.

Then suddenly the great grandfather clock of the town sang it's midnight tune which was followed by a crack of  thunder.

"I believe I do have one thing in mind.." Ozwald finally spoke, pulling out his cards from his back pocket.

"Yeah? Go on.." the hero said as he reached for the dagger on his belt.

"What's your lucky number?" 

Then just like that a card was sent flying towards the hero who jerk his body to the side in order to dodge the blade. Unfortunately another one was flung just after the first one and sliced his arm deeply. 

Valiclan let out a pained yelp, throwing his dagger without a second thought of where he had aimed.

It had cut the bottom of the sack and out fell a body stuffed like a stocking. Ribbons held the wound together, keeping whatever objects inside. The ears were morphed into elf ears and the eyes of the victim were gone. The hero held up his good arm, trying to block the gruesome sight of the town's mayor all butchered up.

Looking to the side his eyes only met with a much more horrific scene that made his heart drop to the very pit of his stomach.

"Ozzie..?" he asked, staring at the villain with wide eyes.

Ozwald was on his knees, a hand was pressed to his side while the other was holding the side of his face. Blood was pouring out of both and leaking down his hands. Once the dagger had sliced his face, the villain didn't have time to catch the cards that ricochet back to him. Rain began to pour down heavy on the two and washed away some of Ozwald's makeup and blood all while he sat there giggling like a mad man. He tried to get up but as soon as he did he legs began to wobble. Stumbling left and right, he then fell back on his knees and coughed out blood, his laughter was dying down but the smile on his face showed no sign of fading.

"Ozwald!" Valiclan cried out, catching the villain just in time before his head hit the ground.

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"How's he doing?" Valiclan asked the doctor that had just came out of the villians room. His eyes never left the window that gave a perfect view of his frenemy, who's face was bandaged up. Blood had steeped through forming a think red line all the way down to where his mouth would be.