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Jokers Bride chapter 11I leaned over Joker with a wet cloth, and tried to wipe away the milk the prisoners poured on his hair. He sat on the couch in her box like office, staring straight forward at the straining white walls.
Why didnt you fight them? I asked in a annoyed voice, but really I was more worried than anything.
Ive lost my touch He whispered in too my ear. His voice left a tingly feeling running through my head, I have no spark anymore.
Nonsense, I contradicted, as I wiped off the little splats of blood stained on his pant legs, youre just in a root. You should try loosening up a bit. I realized how close I was him.
How? He whispered like a child. His hand met mine on his leg, and I could feel him pulling it closer to his wanker. I couldnt do anything. I didnt want to do anything.
I looked up at his face longing, but this felt so bittersweet. Feeling his wanker get harder, I swo
Jokers Bride chapter 9So Mr. J ..Why are you here . I sat in my big armchair, one leg over the other, and I kept my eyes on my paper. I tried to act professional. The questions for him I wanted to ask wouldnt be acceptable for the session. Did he even remember me?
I thought Id take a little time off from my everyday routine of mayhem in Gotham and come here for a break . His voice was so calm and brought back memories of our time together. I couldnt help but look up for a second, just to see his face, his expression. The dark room was to poorly lit to tell what his face looked like, but I was sure it was a smile like always. The room was small, with padded, black walls, brown carpet, my leather armchair, one tiny, wooden coffee table in-between me and Joker, and then Joker on the black leather couch.
No, youre here for I stared down at the papers. I had read them a thousand times since hed gotten here, but had to ma
Jokers Bride 12I sat up in the darkness of the cellar bin; my eyes wide open but not seeing anything. I could feel the padded material underneath me. I was afraid to move. I was afraid to breath. They often left many people in here at once. Was I alone?
I couldnt hear anything over the loudness of my beating heart. The silence seemed to go on forever, so I sat there.
My hands shook. I decided to move, so I dug my fingernails in to the padded floor. I ripped the stitches. Slowly, I tore away a large piece of the floor, revealing the smelly matted clumps of cotton underneath. I sat up on my knees so I could get more leverage, and I scooted back with each tug. Soon I had a large enough piece to use as a blanket and a cloth.
My eyes had somewhat adjusted to the dimness of the room, but I could only see shadows. My fingers were bleeding. I could feel the syrupy blood under my broken fingernails. I slipped each finger one by one into my mouth, and then wiped them on the cloth.
Just when I was sure I
Jokers Bride chapter 10Joker walked down the long narrow hallway in to the cafeteria, escorted by two big, buff security men. Joker had a straight jacket that was required by the state jail to wear. He didnt mind, he told me often in the many other therapy sessions we had that it was snug and it was like giving himself a big hug that lasted a long time.
They reached the main door, and the other security guard pressed the button under his desk in his small windowed office next to the door. They all scooted in, and Joker took note of the button.
Here you go pussy. One of the guards pushed Joker in to the line for food, and Joker bumped in to the man in front of him.
The big bold man looked down at him, he had a scar across his whole face, and was at least six foot twelve. He stared down at Joker with a mongrel look.
Uhh hi . Joker said with a half smile, and he had trouble keeping his balance in his straight jacket.
The man just turned back around in line.
Joker looked a
Jokers Bride Chapter4I sprang up in fear. I glued my self to the wall.
Hello? Hello? came Mr. Faults voice from the walky-talky.
Hello this is the Joker, please leave a message after BOOM! The Joker had snatched the thing from my hand, chucked it out the window, and pulled out a poorly manipulated mechanical devise, See this? he crowded up to my face, so much that I could smell his horrible breath and see in to his coal black eyes, This is whats going to blow us all to hell if your not a good hostage You really want to feel over a thousand degrees of fire and gas burn your smooth skin?! he put his free hand against my cheek. The purple glove was silky. The gentleness disappeared, when his grasp on my head grew stern, Do you?! He yelled.
N-no I stammered.
.Good now go back to bed he sighed and slipped the trigger in to his pocket. I walked over and slept stiffly. I watched out of
Jokers Bride chapter2Night fell on the first day of my abduction by the Joker It wasnt as bad as I thought it would be. The cops camped out in front of the building. The boys body had been carried off hours ago. The dark room got darker. And all the Joker did was sit in front of the door that was my only escape, besides the open window that I sat under.
I hugged my knees, and put my head on them. I let out a loud sigh after watching the Joker for what seemed like forever. Probably a little to loud, because he lifted his head up from his limp doll position, his first movement in hours.
What are you bored? he said in a mocking tone.
.Kinda I said propping my head up, surprised that hed said something.
Oh . I guess I need to practice hosting a hostage he said sarcastically.
I nodded, not thinking hed see. He crawled over to me from the door, the sound of his knife in his hand clinking against cement floor made me freeze, a
Jokers Bride chapter3I laid my long coat on the floor as a bed in the dark room, and had fallen asleep fast. I awoke only once to a fuzzy noise. It was 3 oclock in the morning; I had survived my first day of abduction. I slowly and reluctantly lifted my self to see what the noise was. My eyes met the figure lying next to me. Joker had set his coat down as a bed too, right next to me. Evil thoughts raced in to my head, of what I could do to him that moment and of what he might have done to me while I was asleep. I ignored both thoughts.
I got up silently and looked around for the location of the sound. I looked at the window and there was a walky-talky hanging by a string out side the window. My guess was that the police pulled it up there for negotiations. My first reaction was to grab it. I stanched it, after a quick look to see Joker still sleeping, and slid down on the wall, in a sitting position.
I toyed with the huge device until it suddenly made a big loud beeping noise and I held in my breath.
Joker's Bride chapter 5We both sat down at in the center of the room. The light from the small window cast a glow through the room, revealing all the dust floating around. My legs were criss-crossed, and he mirrored me in a way that made me kind of freak out, and feel flirty.
So, what are you planning to do with me? I questioned not knowing what to do.
Well Im not a man with a plan, so it all depends he stiffened his back and licked his lips.
Depends on what? I asked.
When I dont need you anymore or the cops dont care to rescue you, then Ill get rid of you he explained in a mocking voice.
Oh . I looked down at my hands in my lap. I was going to die? I quickly changed the subject, Why the Joker?
What my name? he scrunched up his face, I always see the funny side of things Why MAY? He shot back with a half smile.
Uhh thats my birth name? I loo
Jokers Bride chapter1There has been two killings at the North East bridge. Officials say that the killer is none other than the Joker: Gothams number one criminal mastermind. He has just killed two men in that owned the truck he jacked. He is now being pursued by police and Batman buzzed the T.V. as I was making breakfast in the kitchen.
I put down the pan of hash browns to look at the television. It showed a picture of Joker make his famous smile at the camera. I sighed at how the city of Gotham has let its self go. Its crime rates had gone up. A video of the crime popped up on the screen. I leaned against the kitchen chair watching.
Joker came up to the truckers while they were drinking coffee. He put a knife to the first man who was wearing a plaid shirt over his tubby stomach and a cowboys hat. The Joker put the knife right up to the mans lips. He muttered something but the camera didnt pick it up. The other frightened man was trying to beat u
Borrowed angel wings...My father was always my angel. He was the one who wrapped his wings around me. His wings of fire, his red wings. He was my warrior and the one that would always fight for me. He took me into his arms, pulled me onto his lap and wrapped his red wings around me. A beautiful sight to a child. One that stopped all my tears. But my angel fell. So very far. Passing his wings onto my brother. To protect me, my family and to help him learn to fly. The darkness took him and all I saw was black. The bright colour of his red faded from my sight.
I cried for the loss of one I admired so. The angel with red wings was gone. His memory and wings were fading. Then a new angel appeared before me. He held me as I cried and with my warm tears, I melted my angels wings. His wings of red and gold, wings he wrapped around me and used to keep me safe. He loved his wings I knew, but he always said he loved me more. My angel passed me his wings so I could learn to fly. He said as long as he could see me.
67. Playing the melodyThe wind blows harshly around my face. A storm is coming now. I know that the rainbow is after the storm and that is what makes it so beautiful, because you have to weather the horror and harsh wind whipping your face before you can see the musical score of the rainbow. The storm has harsh notes that cut deep into me. Un-conducted and uncoordinated, the harsh notes attack without warning. Not all leave deep wounds. Just some. The score is blank yet the melody still plays. Loose and free the notes run wild creating havoc in their unfastened freedom.
The rain falls leaving me in open ground as lightening flashes around me, the thunder before the lightening gives me warning to move. Yet the storm moves closer to me and I can see the lightening hit a tree. I hear the death scream before I see the tree burst into flames and fall to the ground. The fire spreads towards me and yet I cannot move. Terror is rushing through my veins and how I begin to wish it was adrenaline.
91. DrowningI love you, come the words from your lips. Again you strike a chord whilst playing on my heartstrings. Play my body like an instrument because lord only knows for you Id cry words of love. I know I always say we sing freely, but the notes are all wrong. Thank God its just you and I listening, because the world sure doesnt like hearing two birds out of tune.
Suicidal LoveDear boy who killed himself over the phone
Hello their friend I really miss you, I remember those last words you said to me I love you
I replay that moment over and over in my head I hear that shake in your voice even now your dead
Remembering your face, how I saw it smile sometimes, you were my best friend when you were still alive
You called me on my cell phone, you were on yours too you started crying so deeply such a midnight blue
Listening close to such words of pain how could something like your love spill blood from your veins
Worrying what was that click, like a snap and crack sticking in my head replaying back
Choking out I love you.. Followed but such a broken silence
Whispered muffles then a goodbye for a life time Bang .
Dear boy who killed himself over the phone You never let me say goodbye
Joker's SonI'd like to get a girl. She'd be the prettiest girl in the world to me, no matter what. I'd cuddle her, tell her she's the smartest girl, and remind her of her beauty every second I get. I only wish she'd fall out of the sky already, her angel wings torn off, so she could be with a foolish boy like myself. She'd not judge me of my insanity, my love, and my hand-me-down guns from my father who I can't seem to find. We'd run. Run from the cops, the people, the pointing fingers, and get away from society so that we can start anew. Our love for one another with heal the scars my father gave me as a child. My permanent smile will disappear and we can live in peace. Give me a woman who will accept me. Accept my past. Accept my love.
HomesickI am the river's son,
my arteries flowing turquoise
and turning to rapids
rushing around my frame,
filling me with this sense
of buoyancy, minnows
tickling my sternum.
I am the river's son.
My palms caress each
silty shoreline, every
battered bank and bend,
and these places I know
so well become me
as my fingerprint,
even the bridge above me
inflamed by the afternoon
sun-glow, burning rusty and
the steel blue sky.
I am the river's son;
I bring my home along
like hermit crab,
where I step
I pull water from the earth.
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