GIRL / NIGHTMARE !

i'm the reincarnation

❛❛  look at me. for once in your entire life. look at me, and see the fangs in my smile. because i was never soft, like you thought. all this time, i was a wolf and you tried to imagine me into a sheep.

of virgin-fucking-mary!

indie & selective

katherine
krueger

from the ANOES franchise
canon divergent
headcanon based


written by lenny
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+  THE JOKER .

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  WATCH, see the brutality that these, FUCKING PIGS inflicted on her, His hands gripping the bars of his cell tightly, as they swarm around her, like Insects. he HATED them, he knew that they were afraid, that they were shaking in their armored and padded boots, living in fear of the though of the CLOWN PRINCE OF CRIME. 

Boys, Boys boys, is that really necessarrry He clenches his teeth together, pulling away from the bars, moving into his cell,reaches under the pillow, hand grasping his custom Handgun as a grin stretches across his lips. Ungloved hand reaches for the slide and he pulls it before walking to the bars. 

lips are pursed as a whistle escapes his painted lips, he was getting their attention, tilting his head to the side when there is no response. He then taps the barrel against the bars, loud sound of metal on metal resounding through the cellblock. At this their attention is drawn from the frail girl on the floor and on the absolute MADMAN with a gun clenched in his hand.  “ I’d….suggest moving away from the girl, unless ya want a hole in yer skulls….One guard refuses to move, The Joker smiles. HE LOVED WHEN THERE WAS A HERO. 

Trigger is pulled and bullet flies between metal bars, shot resounding through the halls, they HAD to have SEEN this coming, how could they NOT at this point, they should have known, keeping him locked in Arkham was damn near impossible. After making sure the Guard was dead, he shoots the lock on his cell,Though the shot guard,’s armor would prove to be useful. He quickly puts it on before cuffing her, whispering in her ear. “ Just, go along with the act…  He pauses before lowering the visor. 

GUNPOWDER   &    SMOKE          unfurl    its    toxicosis   within   festering    lungs  ,          ghosts    whisper    in    fill     her   ear   ,         a   cacophony    of      meaningless   noise     echoes   ,          irises   turned   white    come    back    to    the   sound    of   your   voice   .           lethargy    clutches    at    sore   vocals  ,        her    limbs    tired     &     numb   ,             lashes   dew   ,     long     &     hanging    drowsily    over    an     abyss    of     black  .          bony    fingers    of    bleached    white    bind   wrists   with    metal    like     fangs      buried    in     a
    neck       -       she    winces  .        not    unfamiliar    with    the   pain   .      

 then   ,      a    moment    of     CLARITY   :       the    smell    of   blood  ,         familiar    little    companion    that’ll    stick   with   you   throughout    your    whole   life    once   you’ve   caught    the   scent   of  it        her   first   time   was   riding  a   bicycle   down    the   street   ,           she   remembers    how   much   it   stung  ,        and    how   tenderly   her   father   kissed    the   pain  away   )      they’ve    grown   a   lot     closer     nowadays  ,       you    could    almost    say   they   were   inseparable   !       no   kiss   could   ever   make   it   leave   her   memory  .     now     it    returns    in    shades    of   violent   red   ,     speckled    all    over     her     shirt    …      red  .       red  .          she   looks   like   a    disjointed    porcelain   doll   dipped   in   paint   . 

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tiny    digits        clutch       to   your    new    acquired   bullet - proof   vest   ,       back   pressed   against    it   .         she   can’t    see   well          her   abdomen   aches   still  ,       but     it’s    no   longer    a   choice   whether   to    trust   you   or    not  .          after    all   …         even    if    it   was    -     playing    safe   wouldn’t    get    her   out   of   here   ,         and   she’d   decided   today   morning   today   was   the   last   day   she’d    spend   looking    at   those    ugly    white   walls   .      restrained     movements    administrated    with    careful    precision   ,           skeptical    eyes     peer   over   her   shoulder   .                    why    is    it    that    every    man    i    meet     insists     on    putting   me    in         handcuffs   ?                    detached    tongue    quips   ,        but    she        AGREES      silently    with   your   terms  ,