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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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The Return Of Joker

Before reading a reminder.....

1.) Some things cannot be explained or rather I will not explain why a certain gift he has is like that or how he got it, which will remain as a mystery/ mysterious ej why can he change to a different person. Let's just say that maybe maybe his body is like a chameleon since his current self looks like his parents a lot something like or that he was born like that.

2.) This novel is not fantasy even to he has supernatural gifts.

3.) And lastly it's not a ROMANCE novel. They might flirting scenes but, they are for a reason.

No let's continue with the story.

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He had planned to commit suicide for months but he did, before he decided to give it,

ONE - FINAL - LAST - SHOT.

At that moment he didn't cared if he died.

If you noticed the boy the was very skinny, wish showed how mal - nourished he was but was hidden in a lot of clothes he wore which made him loose normal.

Why was he like this?

They boy Carl also had baggy with bloodshot eyes which showed that he not be sleeping for days or maybe weeks.

Underneath his multiple clothes which where all long sleeved sweatshirts with hoodies and he wore long lengthed sweat pants.

But underneath those clothes a part from been skinny because of mal - nourishment, he also had few ribs broken, plenty of scars caused by his father who abused him everyday and himself with scars that made him bleed to reduce his pain.

He slits his wrist and thighs as a coping mechanism.

After doing it for so long he realised that the scars made him ugly which add another trauma to him, making him feel disgusted of himself.

So he had different colour of his bruises black, red, purple and green which represents the new ones made by his dad, the ones that are healing and the ones that had healed.

Unknowningly to him he was about to died because the broken ribs made him harder to breathe whilst getting worse by day, lack of sufficient nutrients he needed to maintain his body and give him energy which made him tired everyday and very sleepy.

The other mayor reason is because, he is having inner bleeding for who knows how long.

So, his time was running out unfortunately.

Going home he without emotion entered his icky home, no longer afraid since he was immune to the beatings which father didn't know at all.

If he new he would take delite in it and hit him till he cried.

The reason is....

.....

One day he woke up and realised he was tired of his every day life, seeing the face of his father constantly, seeing the neighbours turning a blind eye to the situation isolating him by forcing their kids not to play with him.

He was tried of hearing the clock tick every second, the hated the oxygen that was passing in his nostrils.

He hated not being able to defend himself nor stop himself from self - harming.

Should he suffocate his father in his sleep when his drunk.

Or should he set the house on fire with or without him inside.

No he shouldn't they would just leave to die or take him to an orfanage where someone might take him or not.

If they didn't then good for him.

But if they did take him wish he highly doubt because of his body and cuts all over then, will they behave like his bastard dad or what?

He decided to not make a move and wait to be independent.

But then he didn't have money for an apartment for him to live.

His dad didn't let him leave the house like his mom.

He only had 30 to 60 minutes to walk through the streets each day.

And he couldn't use that time to work since the bastard is in consistent with the time he arrives home.

Which is very inconsistent and inconvenient to him and they didn't take minors without parents consent.

He was at home all day since his unthoughtful dad didn't enroll him.

Lucky he was smart and his mom gave him electronic devices as his birthday gift at the age of 8.

With that he taught himself and continued from where his mom stopped.

He was confident that with his knowledge he could pass college exams.

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The first thing Joker planned to do was to help the his fellow fan, the one arrested solve his problem.

Using this as first step to start his activities one again were he had left off before disappearing all of a sudden.

He wanted also to use that as the major announcement, to tell the world to that he Joker he is back. Yes, he was back finally again.

It would be like a teaser to a season 2 movie or series with the caption, ' TO BE CONTINUED'.

But first he needed to do something very important and crucial for starters and it was digging on the matter to search for mission clues on what was the problem and what was needed to be solved.

Who knows maybe he was over thinking things, everything and that the end he didn't need to use violence in this issue at all.

Still just incase he won't let his guard down on bit.

He excitedly wonder what kind of person was the next victim and how could he torture the hell out of him.

Don't over think his statement he was not a psychopath nor macho and he was a good lawn abiding citizen with clean slate of criminal records.

Majority of the people he killed where the rich people and criminals like pedophiles, e.t.c

So he was thinking curiously, was his victim a new class of species? And if he could add him to his separate collection or was he one of the earlier classes the ordinary or repetitive victims.

He didn't know I guess he had to wait a little more for him to find out for himself soon.

Your gift is the motivation for my creation. Give me more motivation!

thanks for reading.

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