covered the back of her eyelids until they shot open in agony.
She had done it. She told herself she could if she has just
closed her eyes, thought about her hurts, and pulled the trigger.
It wasn't until she had saw the blood coming from his open wound
that she had realized what she had done. She became the murderer
she set out to be, the demonic eidolon of what so many thought
she lacked the will to be. Ha! If her will had been acted upon at
her own desire, so many would have felt her wrath. Now that the
killer inside her knew what it felt like to lust for blood and to
achieve the acquisition of it, she had become a
down at his lifeless corpse, she laughed in rage. Tears soon paled
her skin from a caramel brown to a dry, charred ash. Who was she?
She was the pawn or the joker's Harley if you will. What a little
temptress she was inevitably... Her fantasies consisted of being
everything he wanted so, that's what she tried to become, but his
bullshit idea of the perfect girl corrupted her as an individual.
Maybe it was the lack of identity prior to his meeting with her.
That insecure female. Tsk tsk tsk. His cunning personality lied to
her while his mysterious demeanor lead her to believe he was
innocently seeking her attention. She couldn't have been more
wrong. It started with harsh condescending words. How was she to
respond to such verbal abuse from him unexpectedly, knowing he was
the one she was in love with. He continued to pry at her pride,
digging into her insecurities and attacking her qualities, and like
his pawn, she allowed it, in fact, she lived for it. After hours of
aggression being sent into her mind, he'd pull her close, stare
into her eyes and say everything that would make her feel wanted.
Holding her, warming her with his affection and throwing his
problems into her heart, as if he wanted to be understood or to
apologize. SHE FELL FOR IT EVERY TIME.
after day he would do the same thing and always ended with the same
result. She'd be getting out of his bed early in the morning and
he'd be sure not to let her stay to long, but she felt close to
him. Through all of her hurt, he never abandoned her, and she stuck
by him, absentmindedly losing all of herself to his wants. Ah, now
back to the murder. He controlled her mentally, demolished her
emotionally, "loved" her dearly, and owned her sexually. This was
her life now. Who she was to him was a pawn, or his Harley Q. If you will. He'd make
of her whatever he wanted, and he wanted her to kill. Grabbed her
body from behind and held her gently, as she welded dual pistols
and wore black and red spandex. As she closed her eyes, she could
feel him breathing down her neck, enticing her, driving her insane
but remaining completely conscious of where she was. He said
softly, "Shoot him and you will be happy with me forever". As he
held her and her body grew numb with comfort, her fingers grew
closer towards the trigger which she pulled so
was total silence. Blood on the floor and the walls reeked of the
smell of death. She'd done it, and now, they'd be on the run
forever, as Harley Quinn and The Joker...