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The Killer "Joker"

My first time publishing please read patiently. Jack is always surrounded by mystery born in the 20th century where they are more evils that good. He is aware of the changes around him and he didn't care since him and his loved ones are happy and save. Happiness is forever so he thought. When tragedy struck at those around him, he taught law was the solution and that the law enforcement officers (police) will help and bring him justice. Then, he saw the bad side of society, the system that no one could help him. That when he decided to put the matter into his own hands. JOKER ---------------------------------------------------------- Context: There are two people in the middle of a deserted street at 4 @am. Rain falling heavily creating a sound proof around. One of them standing and stepping on the other person on the floor with their backs touching the cold floor and the rain is watching their bleeding body that never seems to end. "Please Joker forgive me, I have wife and kids waiting for me to come home", pleaded victim 1. Joker responded menacingly while starting at the man with a cold glear and blood shot eyes, " so you have a life to live? you choosed this path. You should have made a better decision 2 years ago". The man seeing that Joker wouldn't let him go cried while looking at the floor thinking that it was truly his fault he made that mistake and moved on which was wrong. But it was too late to say sorry. Joker stared at him nonchalantly getting impatient to go home and sleep since was past his bed time. Pissed off by the man attitude and state, he said to him. " Stop being a man baby no matter how you cry you are going to die anyways". After speaking, he took his rider gloves from his back pocket and started to wear it getting ready for his next act. Bending down to swat to mach the man's eye level, he holds his victim chin to make eye contact. Tilting his head to the right he asked his victim coldly, any last words? The man started at Joker for a moment by now he had already stopped crying and the rain automatically stopped too. It seems that time was slowing down. Opening his mouth slowly he wanted to tell his wishes but it was already too late. Joker had already snapped his neck in an instant. "Tsk on a second thought when you took action two years ago you didn't give them a chance either, right?", he said talking to the already dead body. After taking his gloves from his hands and putting it in his back pocket he used his pinky finger to clean his ear and said, " Good luck on the other side". He then stepped over the body while on his way back home. After some distance he paused and turned around. "That is..... if some over there will take you of course", he said after thinking then continued on his way.

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Playing Games

"You....Y - you are crazy!!!! Psycho. Get away from me".

If it was before Jack would have felt pain but now he's back to himself ne was numb to it. Not that he had 'Channelopathy' nor was he a psychopath....well.. maybe a little bit but the reason is because he was constantly in pain in the past that he just couldn't feel it anymore.

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"You don't know this since you directly stabbed me without listening to my rules and injured me without my permission", he paused feeling lazy to have a conservation like how villains ramble on instead of killing the person directly with hiccups.

He continued, "you had the opportunity to choose any weapon, that I will use to kill you with but, it seems you choosed it earlier than expected. You like quick dead right? Me too".

He said getting closer to him slowly taking his time while Carl's father moved backwards out of fear.

"It's seems you like getting stabbed by pencils, right?. That an interesting was to died. Imagine having holes all over your body", he taught of it thinking he had never killed anyone that way before.

He will try it out one day. Oh how pretty it would be. Like a bee hive?

"Hmmm,what a piece of at work", Joker moaned in satisfaction, imagining the picture in his mind.

He said while showing him a creepy smile

Carl's father shook his head side to side, saying no.

"Or you don't like it? But I do though. Just imagine", Joker said putting on a innocent and confusing face to why he didn't like it he seems like a good art work.

"Why did you stab me with it then?", he said as he immediately stabbed him back with the same thing, the pencil. The same location where he was stabbed earlier.

Carl's father fainted out of pain. He couldn't bear it.

"Tsk.... You know how to physically abuse people but you can't handle just one gift from me? Very amusing indeed", he said sarcastically feeling the situation funny to him while looking at him with hate.

Using electricity to wake him up,(which is a naked electric wire connected to a socket). Seeing he was awake he said to him,

"Fine, since I'm not that bad, I will give you a chance to redeem yourself, okay? I will stop touching and torturing you and you know I love you right? So, choose another weapon for me to use on you, if the pencil in my hand snaps when I'm stabbing you all over your body. Yeah?", he said while he pretended to feel sorry for him.

Carl's father aggred thinking it was easy and that it will not take more than 3 strikes for it to break with force.

It was as if the universe wanted him to suffer the consequences of his actions because the pencil remained intact while he was constantly stabbed all over by Joker while was either crying, shouting and fainting or waking out in pain.

Joker releasing some steam stopped, looked at him and said, "I guess you're one unlucky mother fucker I mean fella since it didn't break".

"Should I maybe give you another chance? So you can redeem yourself".

"Will you let me go?", he looked at Joker in tears with hope in his eyes.

"Of course not. I can only make your death quicker and less painful. It's like giving you a big discount on black friday, you know?".

He added, "and you have already seen my face. That is one of my rules who ever sees my face must die. So I can't set you free to your disappointment".

He continued while he secretly smiled an wiry smile, "tempting right?".

Carl's dad unwillingly agreed to another of Joker's game.

Ok, so this time it's going to be a roulette", he explained as he drawed with marker.

First he divided the circular board into two by drawing a line at the centre,then writing acting on the left and pencil on the right of the divided board.

He then explained how the game goes.

"You would like the game alot. The pencil side, you already know what will happen if it lands there. I will stab you each time it lands there.", he paused to see his victims of tonight reaction which enjoyed all the time. He loved scaring them.

Their expression of fear, anxiety, unjust and all. While forgetting that their victims once made same expression while pleading for their lifes.

"Ok and the acting is very simple, we just have to renact the scenes of you and your deceased wife. From the beginning to the end. Everything you did together", Joker explained while yawning, he missed his bed a lot.

"Just that?", he asked suspiciously.

"Just that. Am serious. What, you don't want to play with me?", Joker puts on a timid and sad expression.

"Of course I want to play", Carl's dad responded surprised by Joker antics. Was he bipolar or something? Since he knew that he wouldn't let him go, he wanted to die peacefully. He already surrendered to his fate and he knew that no one could save him.

He heard the news about Joker and that his faith was sealed.

"Oh and one thing I forgot to add to the explanation. You have 3 tries. If you fail to get the acting before the fourth try I will have to stab you to death", he said seriously to him with a cold look on his face.

It was 50% - 50% chance. Wish make Carl's dad very anxious. He was already in a lot of pain, he didn't wanted to be stabbed to death.

He prayed for it to go to the acting side since he and his wife had a great time together before she passed away.

He swiped the board to the right side fast. It was spinning very fast a the beginning before reducing the pace slowly and slowly.

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