Jokes // m.c

No Choice

Hi, so I have decided to write a Michael Clifford story. I hope it goes great, or else I will start all over and make a new one. I hope this will be a good story for you. Byee xx

Minutes before.

Michael's POV:

"Boss, we got a girl." I hear one of my clowns say. "Bring her here." I say collecting some of my knives off the table. I hear them throw the body on the floor. I turn around and see a young girl on the floor, probably the same age as me. "We checked her bag, here is her ID." the same clown says. I look at the ID closely, seeing every little detail about her. Rebecca Sting, age 18. I knew it. I then look down at her body. She is bleeding badly, dying from the looks of it. "Now, what did I tell you about nearly killing the hostage.?" I say grabbing one of my small knives from my pocket. "We didn't kill her, she was like this when we found her, I swear.!!" he says as I get the mask and throw it on the floor, putting the knife on the left side of his lips. "Why so serious, Luke.?" I ask as I see little blood come out of the side of his lips. He stays silent, waiting to be killed. I clench his jaw, wanting to kill him. I punch him, giving him a sign that he lives again this time. "Ashton, come and help this dying girl. She is bleeding all over my floor." I say walking away. "Yes, Sir." I hear him say. "Calum, get my camera ready." I say. "Yes, Sir." he says. I laugh, knowing that I am going to have fun scaring the living crap out of people.

Luke's POV:

I thought I was going to die this time. Even though I was telling the truth. I can't believe The Joker is still this young to kill so many people, and do stuff that I wouldn't even do. We both hated each other, so why did he chose me to be part of his killing games.? "Hey, Luke can you help me.?" I hear Ashton say. "Yeah." I say tasting the blood from my lip. "Michael really has been acting crazier than he is." Ashton whispers as I grab a cloth, adding alcohol. "Yeah, I nearly got killed this time." I say cleaning the slightly open skin gently. "A crazy eighteen year old, not scared to face anything." he says. I look at the young girl's face, noticing that she seems familiar. "What is it, Luke.?" Ashton asks. "Nothing, it just seems like I have seen her before." I say grabbing the bandages. "She sort of does." he says wrapping her legs with the bandage.

Minutes After.

Michaels's POV:

"Follow me." I say as Rebecca gets off the hospital bed. "How do you know my name.?" she asks. "I know everything." I say not turning around to face her. We enter a room, with one flickering light, and a television. "Sit." I say closing the door. "Who are those guys.?" she asks referring to Luke and Calum. "Some old friends." I say sitting across from her. "Why am I here.?" she asks. "What am I suppose to do.? How do you know about me.? What have I done to you.?" she asks beginning to cry. I roll my eyes and grab her jaw, clenching on it, putting a knife to her lips. "Want to know how I got these scars.?" I say through my teeth. I then feel a blade on my throat. "Do you want more.?" she says. I then let go of her jaw sitting back down. Stupid bitch. She keeps the blade in her hands, looking at it. "I left Gotham City for a reason. I left that place because all the people were becoming crazier than me. And the Batman just wouldn't kill me." I say changing the subject. "Why could you have gone to another city and not this one.?" she fires. "You see, I have many expectations and surprises. To create chaos, and for people to lose their minds." I say. "Everything would have just fallen if I still would have been there." I add. "Just get to the conclusion, what the hell do you want from me.?" she asks raising her voice. Calum walks close, holding her back. "Let her be." I say standing up. "Lets make a deal, that I get to choose." I say. She stays silent. "You stay stuck with me, killing people, and other crazy things. And you live. You will fit in just fine here, you will become like them." I say referring to Calum and Luke. "Fuck you." she says walking away. "Or you just simply die, right now. As I put a smile on your face." I say, as an evil smile grows on my face. She sighs, dropping the knife. "Another good choice you have made." I say clapping my hands. "Come back and sit,and see how to scare the living crap out of people." I say turning on the tv.

Rebecca's POV:

I turn around walking slowly to the metal chair. I sit, watching what this sicko recorded. I see my body, strapped not moving or struggling. "She is all mine now, and if you do anything about it. I will fucking kill you." The Joker says. He laughs, then shuts off the camera. "That will create chaos, and then guess what. The Batman will come and find me. And that's when I can kill him." he says standing up. I stay silent, feeling no emotion. I shouldn't have ran away. I should have just stayed home and deal with the yelling my dad would have done. "Now, enough of that. I will now show you where you will be staying." he says. I stand up, gripping the blade in my hand. We walk deep in a dark hall, every window watched by one of his clown slaves. We walk all the way to the end of the hall, darkness flowing. We walk in, a light flickering until it shines brightly in seconds. I look around and see clothes left on the old rusty bed. "That will be your work clothes, for when we go kill innocent people." he says with a laugh. "Luke will come and wake you up tomorrow for our massacre. So sleep tight." he says skipping to the door, slamming it after. I sigh, folding the clothes. I set them down on top of an old wooden table next to the bed. I begin to break down, curling up on the floor. I then see my backpack on the floor next to the bed. I get up and grab it. I open it, seeing all my clothes and other stuff. I check for my dad's gun and my phone, but nothing. I grab some black sweatpants and a gray sweatshirt and underwear. I change quickly and decide to go to sleep. I turn off my light and cover myself with the ripped sheets. "It is just a dream. I will wake up in my room. It is just a nightmare." I say to myself. "A nightmare that never ends.." I say falling asleep.