Ana Wilson, a 17 year old girl living in Gotham, never thought that a trip to the circus would turn her whole life around.... A night of wonder ends in horror. The only good thing about it was meeting a certain emerald-eyed ginger boy. Jerome Vales...
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I screamed and screamed to the top of my lungs from the extreme pain I was feeling, wondering if this was punishment for everything I've done in my short little life span. But you know something...? I'll just endure the pain. Because I'm not sorry for a thing. I will never utter those words to anyone. Anyone!
My mother deserved everything she got from me. And then some! My father was a low life that wouldn't even stand up for his own kid all these years. He went so long saying he wasn't my father anyhow! So why would I even let him in my life...?
Well you know something? I would. Only to have him trust me. Have him feel comfortable with it. Have a happy little daddy and son moment.
And then.... I'd kill him. I always did want to stab both his eyes out, just to be funny. Sure, he couldn't see anyway. But I'd still laugh and laugh and laugh from the thought of the pain he'd endure from it. And I'd love it.
"Mr. Valeska. It would seem you're fighting through this process. Very impressive. Of course, you're a remarkable subject anyway." The operating chair I was chained to didn't allow me to move very well, which really bugged me. How am i supposed to do anything if I can't even move around??
How can I wave my arms around when I make snarky remarks back to this psychotic lunatic that thinks he's torturing me. Because I'm not losing my humor over some measly little pain filled session. Forget it Strange! Forget it.
"Well of course! Don't you know how high my pain tolerance is dear Strange?? Since you seem to know everything about little ole me, which l'm flattered by the way."
Suddenly, the door was opened and in walked Strange himself, making me laugh like crazy from the little assessing look he sent me, making me feel so humored by this little scenario.
This is pretty fun....
"It would seem you can withhold a lot. I'm really impressed by that fact Jerome. But can you really tolerate pain that well? Maybe I should test that little theory." My face just danced with humor as he suddenly pulled a little knife from his pocket, reminding me of one Ana has, making me go completely still on the chair. Wait.....
And Hugo simply laughed from my knowing look, only fueling me to become angry, knowing very well that it is Ana's knife. Oh no....
"My my. It would seem you know what this little toy is hmm...? Dear Ana really has good taste in them I'd say. This is a beauty. And you will feel it..." My eyes went wide from anger as I tried moving about in my restraints, really starting to panic as I looked out the open door behind Strange.
Please tell me she's okay. Please let my doll be okay. The only thing I want is her to be okay. My god.... what has she done to me...? She actually makes me worry. Makes me feel. From the start she's made me feel something.
She reminds me that I do in fact have a heart. Now where it may be mostly black, there's still a piece of it that's glowing red. And that piece, is Ana's.
"Strange! You better not have touched her. I will end you once I'm free. End you!" Strange simply laughed as suddenly, he was right in front of me, the knife being put inside the corner of my mouth, making me smile from the mere evil look shining in his eyes.
He really thinks he can match me...? He doesn't know evil. Train with me sometime. Learn some jokes. Some show tricks. And a lot of killing fun. And then we'll talk.
"Now now. Don't panic. Ana will be fine. Until you have been released. Then we shall see....." My eyes went wide as he suddenly jerked the knife straight up my mouth, a scream coming from me that I've never heard before, anger taking over the pained feeling in my mouth, making me scream more from madness.
Oooh. He doesn't know what he's done. He doesn't at all.... My head fell down to look at the ground as I bit my lip, tasting the blood streaming down me, making me laugh a little as I practically slurped it up, the copper taste fueling my humor.
My god. I really am twisted aren't I? I slowly rose my head to see the panicked look on Hugo's face, clearly not getting the reaction he wanted as he suddenly grew angry, only making me laugh more.
"What now Strange? You got me dead bang..." I laughed, a hysteric laugh as he huffed, looking like a five year old that didn't get his new favorite toy after all, making me laugh even more. Well i certainly don't have my favorite toy with me. But do you see me throwing a tantrum?Nooooo.
"Miss Peabody, the smoke." He turned to look at me as a smirk landed on his lips, before exiting the room, slamming the door shut tight as I simply laughed, really loving this show so far.
But then, smoke started to actually fill the room and I sighed, a dramatic sigh, rolling my eyes as it filled my lungs as fast as it entered the room, making me choke as it felt like my whole body was burning. Well, I guess that's it for now. This has been Jerome Valeska. Signing out!
