A lonely young women's life changes the very
night of Murray Franklin's murder, on live television and it is a change that her heart will never forget. When she spots a man passed out and bloody, in an alley, that same night and even when she sees...
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Joker was on the ground in a dark alley, alone beside a dumpster, passed out in the fetal position, almost like a little boy hiding out from school bullies.
The intrigued woman on the balcony watching for this strange man is named Iris and she had trouble constantly with keeping her busy mind still, but right now, in this very moment, she was truly in the moment. When she could finally get a better look at him, thanks to some fire near by adding a little illumination, she noticed that he wasn't moving and his head was bloody.
She instantaneously felt this was the job for her. To go save this very very possibly dangerous, homicidal man.
"What if he's dead?" she asked herself. "Well there's only one way to find out" and that was it, she grabbed her hoodie and purse, dashed out the door and into the elevator.
She was now beginning to feel some anxiety about all of this, but to her this was the first time she's truly felt alive in years so she just didn't care anymore. She was also relieved when she digged through her purse and felt her .38 pistol. These days it was pretty much a necessity to have one.
Once the elevator doors opened she ran to the exit doors almost knocking over a women's bag of groceries in the process, she didn't have time to even say sorry. She was on a mission. She almost felt like Bilbo Baggins when he left the Shire to go on long and unpredictable journey.
She stuffed her pistol in her pants pocket as a precaution so that it was easier to access in case of an emergency. She ran as fast as she could towards this dangerous yet mysterious man that she saw only hours ago shoot a man in the head and then get up and shoot him yet again after he was already dead, but she didn't care. In fact she felt almost like a kid on Christmas morning running into the living room to what surprises await her even if the surprise blew up in her face.
She had trouble finding this particular alley especially with all the rambunctious people running around everywhere and also having to dodge all the bloodshed.
Iris was beginning to get frustrated because she kept getting turned around and still could not find it for the life of her and she started to feel defeated. She lit a cigarette and started to walk to grab another pack from the nearest shop even though it may be on fire for all she knows.
She was so preoccupied with finding a shop that wasn't destroyed or totally looted that she almost the passed the very alley that she had been desperately seeking. She stopped dead in her tracks when she heard what sounded like someone silently groaning. She looked to her left and immediately recognized the dumpster and knew that she had found the gold at the end of the rainbow. Grasping her pistol in one hand from in her pocket and the other hand holding her cigarette she moved forward into the ominous, dark alley.
