A Little Piece Of Heaven

A BIG thank you to everyone who has reviewed/favorited/story alerted my little story. passes cookies around Again, I don’t now anything just my original character. And I might be naming the chapters now to the song that inspires me…but I might change my mind again. Now on with the story!!

4-Basket Case

Hey, you still alive out there? Blink once if you are.

Not this. Dominique groaned and clutched her stomach. It had been a while since she bit the Joker, and she didn’t know if days had gone by. Her stomach was not being quiet about her situation either. It kept growling in hunger, like a whiny kid. Worse of all, the voice in her head was coming in crystal clear. And she felt dirty.

“Yeah, I’m still alive. What do you want?” Dominique grunted.

Boy, someone’s in prime bitch mood. Just wanted to tell you that you stink, and you’ve been laying in your underwear on the dirty ground.

“Great, you can smell me now?”

Get it through your system, sweetheart. I am you. In a weird way, I’m the real you.

Dominique rolled her eyes and locked them on the ceiling. A security camera was rolling. She turned her head and used her hair as a curtain so no one could her talking to herself. “What the hell are you talking about? I’m the real me.”

Oh no, darlin’. I’m what you’ve been suppressing since Mom died. All your anger and vengeance had a meeting and then I was born. Don’t you remember?

Unfortunately, what ever that had set up shop in her head was right. It all started when Danita first got sick. No one could figure out was killing her slowly. At such a young age, Dominique had given up humanity, angry that her mother was wasting away, and there was no damn way for her to stop it. The day she died, she cried so much, she threw up stomach bile. A few days later at the viewing, she was standing by the coffin with Fredo and one of his cronies. Fredo’s boy made the mistake of saying out loud, “Well, at least she makes a nice corpse.” That was when the voice showed up.

Are you going to let him talk like that about Mom? Adrenaline had kicked it at that point. Dominique grabbed the guys hand and snapped it backwards, breaking it.

All me…well, us, if you want to get technical. You had a blast in Europe, so I was hardly ever around. I mean, everything was right there. I mean, I came out every once in a while, like at that Rammstein concert when that guy grabbed your ass. But when you were upset about coming home, that’s when you let me off the leash, wasn’t it? And that little act, with the bar hitting and biting? All me…you… us…whatever. Damn, this is confusing. Anyway, if you wanna get away from this guy, we’re gonna have to play fire with fire.

It had a point. “What do you have in mind?”

Joker slid a new glove over his finger. A bandage was around the bite, and felt bulky under the material. She looked like a rapid dog when she bit him. Joker wondered if he should get a rabies shot. He went back to the pictures he had picked up. They were both of the same women. In one she was wearing a wedding dress, and in the other, at the beach, holding a small girl. She had medium length dark hair in both of them and the darkest blue eyes he had ever seen. In the one with the kid, Joker could see legs a supermodel would kill for. She was a really attractive woman. For some reason, his attention went to the small girl in the other picture. She looked so happy and carefree as she hugged the woman. The girl had long hair pulled back into a ponytail and smiling…and her blue eyes were lit up from smiling.

“Hey boss, we got a problem!” Joker looked up. His henchman Bob was sitting at the security screens and waving his arm frantically.

“What?” Joker sounded annoyed. He sauntered over toward the screens. Bob pointed to the one that was located in the basement. Blood was coming out from the bars. “Zoom in.”

The camera lurched forward and Joker saw Dominique scratching her arms. A small razor blade was being passed back and forth between her bloody hands, and she had a psychotic look on her face. Realizing his plan would be shot to hell if she killed herself, Joker growled in his throat. “You!” he pointed to another goon. “Get down there some bandages. And who the fuck forgot to check her shoes!

Dom knew her arms would be screwed up, but she knew it would get his attention. Who the fuck forgets to check hostage’s shoes? Swiss knives were too bulky, so Dom kept a wrapped razor blade in her shoe in case of emergencies. “Can’t think of another one right now,” she muttered to herself. She smiled when she heard a heavy door slamming open and footsteps coming down the hall. She put the blade down and stretched her arms out, then closed her eyes.

The cell door opened and she felt herself being dragged out. Dom played dead until she was bandaged up. She heard her medic sit at her feet. Dom opened her eyes and threw her foot to his jaw. The guy fell to easy. “No offense mate.” She smirked. She started checking for guns and anything she could find. Sure enough, a semi automatic was strapped to his chest. “Mine.” Dom said. She noticed he was about her size too.

Fully dressed, Dominique thanked the ko’ed medic again, picked up her razor blade and run upstairs, one of the guns in her hands. “You wanna play, funny man, then let’s play.” Using all her strength, Dom pushed the door open and stepped out into a hallway. Gripping the gun tightly, she quietly started walking down it. She had played enough shooters to know not to run down halls in a deranged person’s hideout. She soon heard footsteps running down the hall. Perfect. Aiming straight ahead, she waited till she saw three guys in clown masks came in point vision. All she could hear was gun shots, the sound of three bodies dropping, and the empty clicks from her gun.

Promising to write Rockstar Games a letter later, Dom picked up one of the guys Uzis and headed down the hallway the clown guys had came out of. Everything got quiet again, and it got to her. Out of nowhere, hands wrapped around her neck and began choking her. She stomped her foot down hard, hearing her attacker groaned. She turned around and came face-to-face with the Joker.

The Sonofabitch busted out laughing when she did. Then he started applauding. “Aren’t you a fun one?”

What a freak.

“You said it.”

“Who are you talking to?” Joker looked over his shoulders, and then spun around in a circle, letting out a giggle as he did.

Ok, make that a super-freak.

“You, uh, gonna shot me or what?” he suddenly becomes serious. He had a bored look across his face to match. This guy flipped more then a Republican after an election.

“Just keep away from me.” Dominique held the Uzi up to his face. “Your gonna be a good boy and show me the way out, got it?”

“Or what?”

“Or I’ll blow your fucking balls off.” She lowered the gun to the Joker’s crotch. He didn’t seem amused.

“Now is that anyway for a girl to talk?” something triggered a smile on his face. Dominique raised an eyebrow then felt something hard hit her on the head. Dominique crumpled to the ground and groaned. She turned over to groggily outline of someone in a red and black outfit, then heard a high pitch giggle.

“Got ‘er, Mister J.”

Oohh…this is gonna get good!