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This is a Joker/OC fanfiction. I know it's difficult and maybe even impossible to make one, but I'll try. This is sort of an AU, but I might have scenes from the movie. Please read and review, but if you're going to flame, don't do it so harshly. Give me ideas to continue if you want me to. Thank you and enjoy.
Kayla ran through the house trying to find her mother. She coughed as the flames in the house got bigger. She finally found her mom lying unconsciously on the kitchen floor.
"Mommy!" she yelled at her limp form. She shook her trying to wake her up. She pressed her ear on her chest, but heard no heartbeat. She looked at her hand and saw blood on it. "Mom?" she whispered. She had been stabbed on her chest.
She coughed more when the scent of ash hit her nostrils. There was a bang on the door. She turned as saw the firemen trying to put out the fire. One of them grabbed Kayla and carried her out.
"No! Let me go! My mommy is in there!"
They ignored her and took her outside to see the paramedics.
"Don't worry; we're going to get your mother out of the house."
"No, I have to be with her!"
She struggled trying to go back inside the house; once they put her on the ambulance, she got off and ran back towards the house, her tears almost blinding her sight. A huge blast of fire made her stop at her tracks.
"Mommy!"
Kayla's eyes flashed open, waking up in a cold sweat, and her hair sticking around her face. She has had the same nightmare since that faithful day. Her mother had gotten into an argument with her new husband. He got fed up of her nagging and left them alone; she hasn't heard from him since. She got off the bed and on her clothes, a short-sleeved button up shirt and a knee length skirt, and head to the chapel in the church. Father Thomas took her in after the death of her mother and let her sleep in the extra room in the church along with the other nuns.
Kayla was curled up by the altar steps crying for her recent lost. She gasped when she felt a hand on her shoulder. She looked up and saw Father Thomas looking down on her.
"What is wrong my child?"
"Mommy's gone and it's all my fault," she said through her tears.
"My child," he said sitting next to her. He pulled her into his arms trying to console her. "It is not your fault. You heard what the fireman said."
"But I left the stove on, it as to be my fault," she cried through his robes.
Strangely enough the fire department said that the fire wasn't caused by the stove, but there was gasoline covering the house; most likely the fire was on purpose. But who could be cruel enough to do such a thing? She sighed as she walked through the church. She sat on the first row kneeling and looking up at the cross, trying to get the enlightenment she's been searching for, but felt nothing. If God were real, he would have never allowed my mother to die, she thought.
Her head shot up when she heard a fire shots outside the church. There was screaming outside and inside the church; nuns ran back and forth trying to remain calm, but more bullets were shot making them more hysterical.
"This is the house of God! You may not enter demons!" shouted one of the main nuns, but was shot down by a man in a clown mask. More screams of the remaining nuns where heard. Kayla gasped as the thugs dragged out Father Thomas. They shoved him in front of another man that had red-scar painted lips and smeared make-up. She crouched low to the ground making sure she wasn't seen.
"Now what do we have here?" he said, giggling like if someone had said a funny joke.
"I am the priest of this church. You are destroying this holy…"
"Oh, please! Save your preaching for someone who cares, padre!" he snarled.
"Don't hurt Father Thomas!" one of the nuns yelled.
"Please, let the lord renovate your soul," Thomas said for his last attempt.
"Don't you ever shut up!" he said slicing this throat.
Kayla turned away from the scene. Another loved one gone, she thought. She heard the shrieks and cries of the nuns.
"What do we do with these other nuns, boss," one of the other goons asked.
"Kill them," he simply said walking towards the altar.
"But, boss, can't we have fun with them before we kill them?"
Kayla saw as the man stopped. "I said, KILL THEM!" She jumped along with his men when the barked the order.
Her eyes traveled to Father Thomas' limp form with blood gushing out of his wounded neck. Then her eyes met with Anna's, a nun that she had become friends with when she came here. She gave her small smile before the she was shot in the head. After that, the men left outside with no remorse, like if nothing happened.
Kayla held herself back from chocking her tears. She slowly crawled backwards as the man approached the altar. He glanced up at the cross above him. He snorted and started to look over for something valuable and worthwhile, then stuffing it in his bag.
As Kayla backed up, she hit a candlestick making it crash loudly to the ground. She gasped when the man shot his head at her direction. Her voice got caught up in her throat. She was terrified of what he might do to her.
The man gave her a huge smirk as he licked the side of his mouth, and started walking towards her, pulling out his knife. Kayla got up and tried to run away, but the man caught her by her hair and yanked her to him.
She whimpered as he pulled her hair to face him. Her brown eyes met his dark blue ones.
"Looks like I have found a curious little cat. Trying to hide from me?" He looked at her still fresh tears. "Have we been crying, now? Of what, let me guess, because I killed your pathetic friends?"
"They're not pathetic. You are," she managed to snap at him.
He growled and shoved her head against the wall. She gasped as her head smashed, seeing stars; she felt his knife against her neck.
"See I wouldn't want to hurt such a pretty thing like you, but your smart remarks are getting the best of you," he whispered in her ear. He looked down at her wrist and saw a rosary around it. "Ah, another one of God's children," he spat out.
"I am not a child of God," she said weakly.
"Really! Neither am I!" he giggled some more. "What did you do to say such a thing, huh, my feisty kitty cat?"
"I did nothing wrong!" she cried. "He did," she whispered.
"Such a shame," he said with bogus sympathy, shaking his head. "I've done naughty things, ya know." His knife traveled down her neck carefully not slicing her skin. "Maybe I should do naughty things with you," he said tracing the cold blade on her arm.
"Don't, you fucker," she growled trying to kick him, but he had trapped her legs together.
He roughly grabbed her chin forcing her to look back at him. "Would you rather me give you to my buddies instead? I'm sure they'll have fun with you," he said laughing again. "Would you prefer that?" he asked ripping the rosary from her hands, making the beads fall on the floor.
"No," she snarled as he squeezed her cheeks.
He laughed manically once again and dragged her outside the church. He shoved her inside the van, pulling her to his lap.
"Hope you're comfortable," he said wrapping tape around her wrists. She glared at him and he smirked at her back. They heard sirens back of them. "Blow the church up and let's get out of here," he ordered.
Kayla's eyes were glued on the church as they drove away. She jumped when it was blown up, just like her house.
"Aw, don't cry kitty. You'll have a new home very soon," he said tracing his gloved hand on her thighs.
"Bastard," she sneered, struggling once again.
He laughed even more and slapped her hard across the face. Kayla could taste blood in her mouth. He grabbed a piece of cloth and put it in her mouth.
"I told you to watch your tongue. I really hate seeing you in pain," he said, twirling his finger through her chocolate brown hair. "Usually I'd prefer seeing you fight, but you're getting on my last nerves."
She growled through the cloth, turning her head away from him. "Don't worry soon you'll be growling for a different reason and begging for more."
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