Just as the smoke clears and everyone is dead, the women are freed, I notice Joba trying to climb back into the van.
How the fuck did we miss him?
Aiming my gun, my nostrils flare and my lips purse. I fire my gun hitting him right in the back. He falls to the ground and I hurry over to him. Stepping over his body, my legs straddle him. He stares up at me, his small black eyes and thick eyebrows clean of any dirt or sweat. I bet he goes home and showers in hot water every night, not even thinking about the women suffering here. I spit on his face, and kick him in the ribs with my shoe.
He cries, and it fuels my anger even more. All the times I cried and they laughed. The pain I felt and they didn’t care. Raising my gun, I slam it into his nose and it gushes blood. I fall to my knees, one hand on the floor next to his head, and I continue to bash his face in. Over and over and over. Until he doesn’t move, and his face is unrecognizable.
Out of breath, I sit back and scratch my face, spots of blood making it itch. Glancing to my left, I find Romeo pinning a man up against the fencing of the cage, holding a knife to his face.
“Aww, what’s wrong? Here, let’s turn the frown upside down!” Romeo says in a maniacal voice, and he presses the head of a knife I haven’t seen before into the man’s mouth, slicing the corners of his lips up into his cheek. Giving him a Glasgow Smile. He laughs as the man screams, his legs kicking out from under him, his arms trying to push Romeo back but he’s unsuccessful. Letting the man drop to his ass, Romeo looks at me and my heart skips a beat. It’s then that I see those maddening eyes, the ones I saw the day he was admitted to the state hospital. My other half.
Romeo
The man I just turned into the fucking Joker falls to the ground screaming and holding his face. It’s probably the least violent thing done in this place, but looking in from a normal person’s perspective, you’d think I’ve fucking lost it. Kieran walks up behind me and puts a bullet into his head, ending his suffering. I turn and glare at him.
“What was the point of me doing that if you just ended his suffering?” My tone is callous.
“You’ve fucking lost your mind, little brother. Kill them all, and let’s go. Is that everyone?” Kieran looks around.
Shaking my head at my brother, I walk off finding a man trying to open one of the doors to the side. He’s trying to run. Raising my gun, I aim and shoot him in the leg, he falls to the ground and I take my time walking over to him as he slides across the floor, blood smearing along the concrete leading me right to him. I feel like I’m hunting. You gotta admire his efforts for trying to escape though. Rounding crates and boxes I find him rolled over onto his back, a small knife in his hand. His white skin scuffed and dirty like he hasn’t had a bath in days, and his brown shirt and pants remind me of a UPS driver.
I laugh at his little knife, wondering what the hell he does here.
“That’s it?” Lifting my gun at his so-called weapon.
He glances down at the pocket knife and holds it up again with a trembling hand.
An array of colors catch my eyes and I find a rack of dresses, like the one Luna was wearing the night I took her. Running my hand through them, I notice they’re all Disney. Pulling one out, I throw it on the guy.
“Put it on,” I order him.
“W-what?” he asks, taking the Snow White-looking dress into his hands.
I aim my gun. “Put. It. On,” I repeat, but slower this time.
Not moving, I kick his foot with my own.
“NOW!”
He pulls it over his head, his arms through the sleeves. The dress nearly splitting at the seams, and bulky over his own clothes.
Hunching over, I laugh hard. He looks ridiculous. The maniacal villainy sound echoing though the building. Bending over, I snatch his knife from his grip and grab him by the arm, pulling him to his feet. Shoving him in front of me, holding him up because of his leg, I walk out to where Kieran and Luna are.
“Look who wants to join the party!” I show tune and begin moving his arms back and forth as if he’s dancing.
“La De Da, Le Da,” I sing, and Luna smiles, covering her mouth with her gun to keep from laughing. It warms my heart to see her happy, to know that the fuckers that hurt her… are paying for it.
I kick him in the back and he falls to his chest.
“You’re a lousy date.” And I shoot them in the back of the head, killing him.
“You were a way better princess,” I tell Luna, giving her a wink.
“What the fuck is wrong with you?” Kieran throws his hands up like he doesn’t know what to do with me, his mouth parted, and I shrug in response. “Is that everyone?” Kieran asks, his face telling me he’s not impressed with my antics. Maybe I am going a little mad, but the insane occasion calls for it just like a ball calls for fancy ballgowns.
“There’s only Joba left. I didn’t kill him… all the way,” Luna tells us, and I can’t help the smile that crosses my face. She’s fucking beautiful. Her blonde curly hair splattered with
