The Joker and the Purple Jester {Currently Being Updated}

The Awakening (Part One)

The Awakening

I hear the opening of the window beside the bed as I wake up. Inside, comes the Joker, along with a few men who have helped him load the bags into the van. They throw the bags onto the floor, and stand while the Joker overlooks the merchandise.

Some of them look over at me, not really knowing what to say.
I look them in their eyes will my drowzy eyes, and blink slowly.

"Uh, hey Joker. You...gonna explain this?" Says a man, pointing at me.
"This? THIS?!" I yell. I stand, ripping the blankets from my body.
I grab the man by his collar, and pull his face close to mine.

"Listen here, now don't you think that's quite rude?" I ask him, holding my knife to his neck.

"I see you're one of the freaks" The guy says, "Awh, are you gonna try to cut me" He says, breaking free of my grip.
"I'll do a lot more than cut you." I say, glaring at him.

"Hey hey, calm down buttercup." Says another guy, lifting up a metal baseball bat.
I smirk,
"Oh, you gonna beat me down? Huh?" I say, positioning the knife towards him.

"Try it." I say, as he swings. I dodge, and duck under his legs, and take the bat from him as he turns around, trying to punch me. I kick his legs, and he falls smack down to the floor.

"Dumb bitch" I say, as I thrust the baseball bat at him, landing right on his stomach.

"Hey, you" The Joker says, poining at the man on the ground. "Take your friends, and get the hell out, I've got what I need and you've gotta scram." He says, "shooing" the men from the room.

"Where's our cut?" One of the men say.
Joker laughs.
"Oh, you mean this cut?" He says, running towards the man, and cutting his throat with a rusted knife.

The other two men get into defensive position, and the Joker takes them both down easily.
He throws their bodies off of the ledge of the hotel room, and they fall into an old dumpster.

"I've got everything we'll need for awhile. Assuming, we don't use up a lot of ammunition in the next few weeks." He says. He pulls out lots of ammo and new guns from a bag, and throws one on the bed.
"This one's for you. I figured I could teach you how to use it properly, and not like some 10 second tutorial." He says, smirking. He suggests that I pick up the gun, and I take it into my hands.

"First, check the magazine, or to see if their is bullets. When you do this, point the gun down, and try not to shoot your feet." He says, taking his own similar gun, and doing the steps as he says them.
I do what he says, and check. There are no bullets.
He throws me a box of bullets, "Now, put one bullet in, at least for now." He says, as I put the bullet in. "Next, keep your finger off the trigger when you're not going to be using it at that specific time." He continues.
"And when you're ready...." He says, and points the gun out the window, "take aim, and.." he shoots the gun. "FIRE." He says, with following laughter.

I do as he says, and points the gun outside towards an older building beside the hotel, and shoot.
My body slams backwards, and I nearly fall over.

"Don't worry, you'll get used to it." He says with a smile.
He sets his gun down, and walks into the bathroom, leaving the door open behind him.

He grabs an old dirty rag, and begins wiping the makeup off his face.
He sets his coat on the floor in the bathroom, and takes off the jacket, leaving only an ordinary shirt.
He pushes his hair back from his face, and begins washing his face.

"Tomorrow, we go over to the Russian's place. We've got business to do, and I have quite the treat for them." He says, laughing.

He walks out of the bathroom without makeup on, I don't see him a lot without his makeup on, it's a little weird.