Flash fic piece #3 in the joker's series. The Joker and a dis-illusioned admirer of his.
Joker Series: Flash Fiction "Warm Scream"
His grandiose entrance, a single gunshot fired into her bedroom ceiling. It more than captivates her attention, leaving her shocked and scared and strangely excited as he slowly makes his way to stand behind her.No words are spoken, no useless pleas to fall upon his malice laced intentions. They are not necessary, both know the end result and the in between too. For long moments there is only breathing and a sado-masochistic tension.
Behind her he now stands, his knife at her throat, and shot gun hanging in the other. She can't see his scarred malice-mocking grin, though she knows he wears it. Leaning against him she waits for this nightmare-fantasy to come to its end. He laughs, that ringing, wicked laugh, that caress's her ears like the most bittersweet of sins.
Turning to face him, grey-green eyes flash malice, and stare into hazel eyes of resignation-certain of her homicide. The knife in his hand gleams under the florescent light, against pale, shaking skin.
Warm breath and a scream...A taste for the theatrical, with a ringing, wicked laugh. Its all over now.
Spell Count~194 Words~