Why So Serious?

Why So Serious Chapter 5: It Just So Happens



Disclaimer: I don't own anything but Alice, Myra and the plot. Everything else was just borrowed for the story. Please don't sue me, I don't have anything. Don't own Hellraiser, don't own Harry Potter, don't own the Dark Knight, don't own Muse, don't own Rammstein, don't own Kyle XY, don't own Ebay, don't own Tom and Jerry, and don't own Underworld.



Author's note: Anonymous reviews accepted, good and bad, all other stuff in previous AN's apply. This is the final chapter for the Fred and George/Joker series. This is where a lot of shit happens all in one chapter. It is planned that the Alice and Myra chronicles will continue but under a different category. A side note; just remember that you have to go with the flow in this story. For the sake of sanity, pretend God has a cell phone and Alice and Myra have god's number. After all, it IS FANFICTION! Longest chapter for the whole story. Please be nice, Review.



Warning: Lemon in this chapter, violence, cussing and random bullshit.



[Alice P.O.V.]



'No. No that can't be a Joker card. He can't do this to me! I thought we were ok, I thought he was over me. Why did he have to come back into my life?' I starred at that stupid card and thought about tearing it to shreds, so I did. I picked it up from the table and ripped it apart into a million, trillion pieces. Well, maybe 20 pieces, but I don't care! Why does this shit always happen to me? Oh god, no, not YOU GOD, don't be calling my cell phone, I'm having a panic attack right now. What am I going to do? I did the only thing I could think of; I asked my sister. "Myra!" I said, though I wasn't sure she could hear me. I sounded quiet even to MY ears. I repeated myself. "Myra," I said again only a little louder this time. The fear was visible in my voice.



Like always, she was by my side in a second. Oh, Myra, what would I do without you? She put both her hands on my face and turned my eyes away from the scattered pieces of paper. I knew I should try and pay attention but it's not in my nature to keep a one-track mind; I simply can't help myself. 'Oooh, confetti. I like confetti. Maybe we should have a party. I can pretend to be a princess!' my mind thought. I felt the familiar slap behind my head as Myra knocked some sense into me again. "Alice, get a hold of yourself. You're scared. Your mind is jumping all over the place and I'm just not in the mood to go chasing it. He's not here; it's only a card. Which you terminated by the way." Her brown eyes rolled up as I heard her thoughts think about destroying more than a joker card..hehe..destroy..Oh, she's talking again. Pay attention! "There is no one here. Fred and George already looked through all the rooms and we're alone. You can calm down now."



Oh I wish I could really believe her, but knowing my ex, I should have known from the beginning that he wouldn't have given up on me that easy. He's the Joker for fuck's sake! He can't let things like that just 'go'. No, he has to make a 'point'. Fucking crazy ass motherfuck. "Myra, that's the third time he's come back into our lives in the last few weeks. He's got something up his long purple sleeve that has a small stain on the cuff." Damn I wish he'd clean that stain already, he's had that same stain for years and it's annoying!



From the look on her face she was trying to think of what to do without having me hear her thoughts. She really does care if she doesn't want me to worry. Oh, is Fred saying something? He is just so cute. I'm so glad he's my boyfriend/fianc¨¦e. I think I'll mess his hair up today.



[Fred P.O.V.]



I think I have to do something. My girlfriend/fianc¨¦e is freaking out and I'm the man that's supposed to make her feel better. Damn it and we were having such a great day too! That trip to hell beat making Ron try our latest experiments, then her ex has to ruin it? Bloody hell. Wait a minute, is that a ding I hear? *ding* It's coming to me, I'm getting inspiration. George and I have been planning this for a while now, and Alice does love a good laugh. That's it! I blurted the words out faster than I thought I would. "George and I are opening a joke shop up."



Both the girls looked in my direction; George stared at me like I was an idiot. "What the fuck Fred? She's having a panic attack! All you can think about is jokes?!" George yelled. Clearly he didn't catch on yet.



"I like jokes," Alice said with a bright smile on her face. Yup, completely distracted. I think George and Myra started to catch on from the way Alice was reacting. Distraction good, real good.



"Thank you Alice, since you're the only sensible one the room," I commented her.



That's when Myra's eyes shined with understanding. "Hey! I'm sensible too!"



"No you're not Myra," George added, shaking his head as if she would never be sensible; again he was catching on fast.



"Damn," she whispered as she lowered her head, playing along.



Alice broke away from her sister's grasp and ran over to me and engulfed me in a tight embrace. "You're opening a joke shop? When? You should do it now!" Next she proceeded to mess my neatly combed hair up. Well, I'll live. I can just fix it later.



Then her words started to sink in. "NOW?" I asked, half surprised half amazed. Sometimes I forget just how easy it is for her to be distracted and make new plans from nowhere. Well, now I'm screwed! I have to make her happy. Oh look, she's giving me the puppy dog eyes. And their her normal brown too! She's too cute. "Ok, me and George will start right now."



"RIGHT NOW?!" George shrieked. I noticed Myra use her pinky finger to clear out her ear, considering that George just screamed in it. Then she slapped him in the back of the head. "Ouch!"



"What have I said about screaming in people's ears!" Myra threatened, raising her hand again in preparation in case he gave her the wrong answer. I was grateful that he and I didn't have that freaky twin thing like the girls did. That would hurt me more than him.



"That screaming in people's ears is very rude and to not do it," he whispered, rubbing the back of his head to nurse his wound.



Myra smiled and lowered her hand. "Good boy. I don't want to be a bitch, but I am and I will enforce anti-rudeness. It's bad enough I have to teach Alice these lessons over and over again every day, but you two should know them by now."



"Myra, don't be a mean bitch! Just let them go. I want them to open their joke shop right now! I want to see all the toys and candy and nicks and knacks. I want to know what they'll invent next!"



"Jesus Christ woman! They don't need all that stuff in the joke shop!"



"Why not?"



"Well¡­because there are toy stores and candy shops that have that kind of stuff in it. London doesn't need another one!"



"Oh."



Myra turned toward me and George and had a smirk on her face. Uh oh. Was that good or bad? "Myra? What are you planning?"



She faked the innocent look as her eyes traveled between me and my brother. Her soft eyes stayed on George a little longer and a piece of her green hair fell from its original spot. George walked over to her and placed it behind her ear. Right as he was about to kiss her she put her finger to his lips and smiled evilly. "You guys better hurry up and go find a place to rent out for the shop. I'm sure Alice won't be too happy without some results soon." Damn woman, she knows we don't like doing homework, and this is definitely homework. I think she loves to torture us sometimes.



I pulled George away from her and noticed the pout on his face. The poor fool, he's in love with the logical one. "Come on George. Let's start looking. I'm sure there must be something in Diagon Alley." And with that we left the girls to the rest of their day. Interesting; the time difference in hell is amazing. It's like we weren't even gone for more than a few minutes. Scratch that, we weren't according to my watch.



[Myra P.O.V.]



I have to admit it; George is adorable when he pouts. But it's not my fault that Fred told Alice he'd start looking for a place that would be a good location today. So he can pout all he wants because he's not getting a kiss until Alice is satisfied. Oh, speak of the devil, she's playing with the box again. I strolled over to her and took the box from her hands. "Time for a nap," I said, hoping she'd take the bait.



"But I don't want one!" she groaned. Nice. Now I just have to reel her in.



I rolled my eyes and starred at the ceiling, placing my hands on my hips and tapping my foot and pretending I was irritated while shielding my thoughts from her. "I wasn't talking about you! I'M taking a nap and I want to listen to the box make music while I sleep." Wait for it. Wait for it.



I could feel her mind working over these facts. Then she grabbed the box from my hand and gave me the cutest angry look she could muster. "Well what if I want a nap while listening to the box music?" Bingo. We have a winner.



"Well you can't have one. I want one and one of us has to stay up and cook dinner for the boys." Insert psycho music here, I can see the horror on her face at the thought of cooking. Last time she burned the water and got the kitchen on fire without the stove even being on.



"NO! You cook! I'm taking the nap!" With that she ran to her room and locked the door behind her. I love reverse psychology.



I headed over to the kitchen and started plotting what sounded good. Instantly Italian food crossed my mind and I could not help but think of my favorite dish. 'Mmm... carabounara sounds good. I do love noodles.' With that I grabbed all the ingredients I would need and started making dinner. I knew it wouldn't take too long to make and it was only 2 P.M. but I was a little hungry anyway, I just have to make sure I leave enough for the guys and Alice.



As I prepped the meat by slicing it thin, my conscience started to get to me. Was it wrong of me to force Alice to take a nap in the hopes of her having good dreams that would make her feel less stressed? Maybe. Then again, she does have Chocolate Factory dreams. So maybe it wasn't a bad idea? I don't know. I'm just the cook, Chatterer is the maid and Angelique is the slut. What a wonderful family¡­



[Alice P.O.V.] ¡­dream



'This is familiar. Have I been here before? Oh look! I remember this room. This is where Myra and I slept when we were with Mistah J, well" I smirked, "where she slept when I wasn't "alone".' I looked around at our room, it was still the same. Black and white striped walls, a window that showed the slums of Gotham city, two very nicely furnished beds: one green and the other blue. Those were the only other colors in the entire room. The furniture was even white and black. The television had been spray painted to look like that black and white swirl that's supposed to hypnotize. The floor was black tile and had white rugs. A perfect contradiction; just like me and Myra. Only which of us was black and which was white?



I felt myself moving about the room, touching various objects. As I sat down at the desk I noticed that the makeup was out and that it had recently been used. My eyes landed in the mirror and I gasped at my reflection. How could I have forgotten of my role here? In this room I had the same role as my role out in the world, robbing banks and being one of Mistah J's wicked twin mimes. There was no difference between sleeping and being awake. My lips were half white with black outlining and the other half simply black. My makeup was perfectly done covering my face in a white cream. The finely black drawn on mask around my eyes enhanced the black color that my eyes were. Most people assumed I wore contacts, but I just simply change my eye color.



The outfit I was wearing was as pretty as I could remember it. Purely Harley Quinn, only in leather instead of spandex. Mr. J likes it when I shine. It was a fitted suit and surprisingly comfortable that was black with various white diamonds randomly placed all over. I had the sexy white shoes and gloves that also have random white diamonds to complement it. Finally, I had the funny hat that was all black but half of it was sparkly with glitter and I fit all of my hair inside. I remember adoring this costume.



A moment later I heard the door open and I saw Myra walk in, wearing her outfit. Again, I'd forgotten how unique it was. Hers was exactly the opposite of mine. Mine represented the 'prefect' costume, while hers represented the opposite of perfection. The fabric she had was not leather, but spandex. It was white where mine was black and the same with the diamonds. Upon her feet were black combat boots that had about four buckles on each foot. Her gloves looked tattered and torn like they'd been used repeatedly (which they were, mine were always new and shiny). Her hat was the biggest difference in our opposite costumes, for hers did not spring up, it hung down around her shoulders going down to her knees. This too held all her hair, hiding the green that it was.



But her makeup was the true kicker; where mine was 'perfect', hers was horrible, smeared, and dirty and completely all over her hat where it touched her face, her eyes were purely white with not even the pupils black. She was, undoubtedly, the 'imperfect mime'. Ironically, she choose to look this way, claiming that what is 'chaos' if even twins are identical? I had to ask the same question I always asked her every day we were here. "Myra, why am I supposed to be the perfect mime? Shouldn't that have been you?"



"Isn't it simple?" she said to me, her voice sounding distant, as if this was just a memory and not real. Was it? I shook my head 'no' to both answer her question as well as mine. Why would this be a memory? I can feel everything. She giggled a little, making me smile. I like to hear my sister happy. "Because, as I've said before, naturally I always appear to be the 'prefect one'. In mind, physique and language. If I pranced around dressed as the perfect one, people wouldn't understand the cause we stand for. You do remember the cause right? I'll tell you anyway, it's that Chaos IS FAIR! Nothing is as it seems. You and I are in fact, one person, yet split in half by demons of hell. We alone represent this chaotic chart that Mr. J is trying to make people see. If we are opposites of not only each other, but what we really are, then chaos is complete! It's completely fair. Do you remember now?" She asked.



Before I could answer her by asking if we had any food in the house (because I'm hungry) I heard the living room door slam. Mistah J was home! My lover man was here! Instantly I rushed out of our room, Myra in tow, and went in search for my cranky-bear. He's always cranky when Batman won't play his games. When I went into the living room I found Mistah J, but he was at his liquor cabinet having a scotch. Uh-oh, looks like Mr. BattyMan didn't play Mistah J's games today¡­ I better make him feel better before he kicks the TV again. I wouldn't be able to watch my cartoons if he did that! By god, I gotta know what's on the next episode of Tom and Jerry. I have to know what that mouse is up to! Heads WILL roll if I don't find out.



I went over to him and placed my hand on his shoulder to comfort him. Unexpectedly, he grabbed my hand and twisted it behind my back and pressed my back against his chest. "Not now, Alice. I'm not in the mood for your childish antics." His grip tightened on my wrist every second.



Of course he wasn't hurting me on purpose, because it does hurt, he's just upset. Maybe if I give him a foot massage he'll feel better! I smiled up at him. "Would you like me to give you a foot massage?"



"SHUT UP!" he yelled in my ear. Instantly I knew that the on/off switch was on because I saw Myra try and clear her ear out from that yell. Oops!



That's when I remembered I don't like being yelled at. Myra yells at me all the time and tells me why she did it, so I don't get mad at her. But when someone yells for no reason, I get PISSED. "Exsqueese me? Baking power?" my voice whispered in a deadly tone. He was in for it now and he knew it. This is where Myra and I tend to have one of those rare moments where we switch personalities; aka, I'm the bitch right now, not Myra. "You did NOT just yell in my ear! Do you know how RUDE that was?" I raised my hand and slapped him fucking hard in the back of the head. I did it two more times making him let me go and for shits and giggles. People of the world need to stop being so rude, so until they do, or I switch personalities again, I'm doing this for kicks as well as discipline. "It's very rude to yell in people's ears! Want another hit? YELL AGAIN!" I threatened.



It was quiet for a while with the exception of Myra's giggling. I would have slapped her for being rude into thinking it was funny, but I was too fueled by anger right now. A minute went by before Mistah J slowly reached into his pocket and withdrew a knife. His dark eyes looked straight into mine as he started to laugh his hysterical laugh. Ah, chaotic music to my ears. Then he stopped abruptly as he started advancing towards me. 'Oh shit.' Instantly I knew that if I didn't turn of the freaky twin connection before the joker and I got into fighting, Myra would have my ass as soon as she got her personality back. So I turned it off.



Those smeared lips were wetted as his tongue slid across them in a quick motion and hid again back inside his mouth. He took a few more steps until he was directly in front of me, starring me down. "You know, Alice, I really, really didn't like that!" he growled. Before my mind could even comprehend what happened, I felt a stabbing pain like no other in my back. The psycho was cutting me in the back, laughing at it too! I let out a scream of agony as he made another cut and another after that one. Around the fourth cut Myra seemed to get her personality back because she yelled for him to stop it, that he was using the wrong knife but I knew better; he purposely used the knife I made him, the only type of knife that would leave a scar on either me or my sister. Myra told me it was a bad idea to give him one of my knives, but I didn't listen and now it's come back to bite me in the ass, or the back in this case.



When he seemed satisfied he threw the knife down and marched back over to the bar and continued to drink his scotch as if nothing had happened. Now my rage was in full effect, blinding my pain temporarily. Without even thinking I picked up the knife he discarded and rushed over to him, making him spill his drink as I forced his face in my hands. Swiftly I put the blade in his mouth and watched as a surprised reaction came over his face. Clearly he wasn't expecting me to retaliate. "You want to cut me and leave a scar, huh?" I asked, venom dripping from my voice. I noticed that Myra gasped as she heard the triple echo in my throat when I spoke, meaning that she wasn't about to interfere with my new plans. "Why so serious, Mistah J? Let's put a smile on that FACE!" I smiled as I started to dig the blade into the left side of his face, cutting his cheek wide open and hearing him scream for the first time. I had to take a moment and let the cenobite in me enjoy his screams; it wouldn't be fair if I missed out on an experience like this. Quickly I finished with that side of his mouth, making an uneven cut and proceeded to do the same with the other. As I was doing this he took advantage of my distraction and shoved his hands into my now blood covered exposed flesh, causing me more pain/pleasure. Good thing my cenobite half wasn't too distracted, making sure I caused him just enough suffering for any mortal to think that this mere little cut was hell.



When I released him from my iron grip he did the same. Suddenly my pleasure sensors disappeared as my mind went back to normal, now that my rage was over. Crap. I walked over to Myra and started to cry in her arms as she held me. "M-Myra! It-it hurts! Is it going to heal?" I asked, forgetting that it would not. Tears continued to escape my lips as I tried to think about happy things to take my mind off the pain; like the hobo down the street that always asks for French fries when I walk by. He's a nice old man, he'd never hurt a fly. I give him hamburger's you know?



Her eyes went from the white she'd been using for several years now to black as they landed on my back. "No. He used the wrong knife!" she screeched. "They'll never heal! Can I kill him?" she asked me.



"NO!" I gasped. "You-you can't! It-it was just a bad day. He's had a rough day, he didn't mean it!" I begged. I still loved the guy, just because he hurt me doesn't mean he did it purposely, right?



"He hurt you," she whispered, her eyes staring at his sobbing form. "He knew exactly which knife he was using too."



"DON'T! Just don't do it! Please Myra, don't be that bad. We may be criminals but we don't kill! WE DON'T KILL!" I reminded her. True, we don't kill. We may torture, we may be very mean and like mind games, but we don't take pleasure in killing. It goes against our morals, no matter if we're working for the joker or not.



"Ok¡­I won't kill him." She graced me with a smile that I could only say was mother-like. "But we do need to fix you and him up. Then you and I are going to have a long talk, ok?"



I was satisfied now that I had my way. Then my stomach growled. "Yeah. But can we watch Tom and Jerry while we clean up? And bake cookies?" I hope we bake cookies. "Chocolate chip perferribly. When you put in your mouth the cookie just crumbles and with some milk¡­"



"Sure," she whispered quietly, her eyes on Mistah J the whole time. "Sure."



*end dream*



[Myra P.O.V.]



I ran into Alice's room as soon as I heard her screaming. What greeted my eyes was more than enough to make any human lose their lunch. Her sheets were covered in blood as she thrashed about, trying to fend off the nightmare that plagued her mind while she slept. But that wasn't what made me stand still for a few moments; it was the fact that the blood came from her reopened scars on her back. She'd never had any scars reopen before, and to have his scars reopen only made a small sliver of fear run down my spine like a chill on a morning run. Quickly I rushed to her side and placed her in my arms, trying to wake up my sister. "Alice! Alice wake up! Wake up now! It's just a dream!" I shook her violently until her eyes opened and tears of joy were released as they landed on me.



"MYRA!" she hollered as her face came crashing into my chest. "I had a bad dream! I dreamed about when I gave the joker his scars and when he gave me mine! And I was afraid that he'd bust the TV and I wouldn't get to watch Tom and Jerry and I wanted to bake cookies and I was hungry and my back hurts!" she said fast. Oh fuck me sideways, she dreams about one of the worst memories of her life and she just has to include Tom and Jerry cartoons? I sighed while shaking my head. Would she ever grow up? Probably not.



I looked at the bloody mess we were sitting in and knew instantly that she'd need to go sit in the bath tub for the blood to clog; the cuts were simply too big to heal and scar over on their own. I lifted her up and took her to the bathroom and laid her down in the big bath tub as I ran some warm water. As my eyes scanned her form I noticed that her blue locks of hair were already drenched in dark red blood, meaning she'd have to wash it out (which is a pain in the ass to get her to do anyway).



When the water filled up I turned it off and handed Alice her shampoo. By now she'd stopped crying and simply sat there and starred at the water as it went from translucent to red, beginning the clogging process. Her (currently) brown eyes looked up at me in confusion as I continued to hold her shampoo out to her. "You have to wash your hair out, there's blood in it."



"But I don't want to," she complained.



"You have to."



"No I don't," she said like the child she is sometimes. She even crossed her arms over her chest to 'emphasize' her point.



"Yes you do," I repeated.



"No. I don't."



"Yes, you do! Otherwise I won't order any pizza AND I'll take away all your wizard points!"



That got her attention as she starred at me in horror. I don't know why she and I even invented this game about taking away all our¡­whatever points. It might have been because we were watching that one movie where the drag queens would take away all the princess points if Chi Chi didn't do as she was told. Today it was wizard points, tomorrow might be funny points. "YOU CAN'T DO THAT!"



"Yes I can. But if you wash your hair I will call up the pizza place, order you the biggest cheese pizza AND we'll listen to your current favorite band," I bribed.



Instantly her attitude changed into a serious one. "Can it be Muse?"



"Yes¡­" I said slowly, wondering why all of a sudden she was interested in them. I mean, sure in hell she's got the CD's and posters but she's never thought about them on earth. "We will listen to Muse if you do as I say."



"OK!" and with that she tore the shampoo from my hand and started to scrub out all the blood from her hair.



I left the bathroom and called up the pizza place. "Hello. Ok, I'll take 40 extra-large triple cheese pizzas, 10 of your 2 liters of Root Beer and 10 of your 2 liters of Mountain Dew." ¡­ "Am I having a party? No." ¡­ "What do you mean that order is absurd! I want all that and I'll pay extra if you get here in 45 minutes." ¡­ "What do you mean impossible!?!?! Oh, not enough man power or room in the cars? Well I'll pay triple!" ¡­ "Listen here buddy, if you don't deliver my pizzas here in 45 minutes I will walk over there and make you wish you were never born!" ¡­ "Thank you. It's just down the street, number 7845." ¡­ "Yes, down the same street as the pizza parlor. So what's my total?" ¡­ "$504! Wow, I'm getting a deal compared to last time. Ok, I'm paying cash and a big tip, so DON'T be late!" With that I hung up the phone and went into the living room and started up the stereo. As I browsed through all the CD's on the wall I spotted one of her Muse CD mixes she'd recently made and put it on, turning the music up half way.



As I walked back into Alice's room I noticed that she'd finished with her bath already and was now at her computer on the internet. I took a moment to examine her freshly exposed skin covered scars that had healed nicely while I was on the phone. Picking up a shirt I threw it at her and told her to put it on. She obeyed without as much as a peep for argument. This was getting strange. I walked over to her and noticed that she was on Ebay buying crap online. What struck me first as shocking wasn't what she was buying, but what her fucking user name was. "Centre_Bite5? You do know that you spelled 'Cenobite' wrong don't you?"



"I thought it was spelled this way!" she said, not even looking at me. Again she clicked on another item and bought it. When I noticed what she'd typed in to look for I nearly fell over; Muse items.



"Muse! I thought your current thing was Johnny Depp!"



"It is! But Mathew Bellamy is SOOOO hot! And soooo dreamy. Oh, look! A Muse backpack, I need one!" CLICK.



"You don't go to school!" I argued. CLICK again.



"Don't care. OH! Look Myra, stickers! And autographs! And NEW CD'S! And a guitar pick, a skateboard, a Bellamy doll¡­" and so the list went on as she clicked away, buying everything Muse that she could. I think we have problem¡­



An hour later she was still on Ebay buying everything she found that she didn't already buy. Yes, I think I have discovered a future problem; my sanity is at stake. Suddenly the door opened and George came in with a grocery bag and headed into the kitchen. I waited a few minutes for Fred to come in but he never did. Slowly I got up off the couch and walked over to the door to see if he was outside; he wasn't. Breathing deeply I plastered a fake smile on my face, closed the door and headed to the kitchen. I snuck up behind him so quietly that he didn't even hear me breathing right behind him. As quick as lightning I raised my hand and slapped the back of his head hard and painfully. That'll teach him to leave the door open!



"OUCH! Myra, what the bloody hell was that for?" he asked, rubbing his head as he turned around and giving me the sad puppy dog eyes: it wasn't working on me.



"You left the door open," I simply stated.



"You hit me because I left the door open? What logical excuse is that?!"



"It's rude; flies come in and land all over the place. I can't aim worth shit when trying to kill flies. Don't leave the door open next time."



"Ok, I won't," he complained.



"Where's Fred?"



"Still out looking for a place to rent. I only came home to grab some lunch for the both of us. I see you've made noodles. It looks good," he complemented eyeing the carabounara I'd made earlier from his seat at the table.



I tried my hardest to not take that as an insult, considering that I always get lied to by a lot of people. George never lies so I try my hardest to not be mean when he complements me. But come on, after splitting Alice and I in half you'd think she was the one with self confidence issues: wrong, that'd be me. "Thanks George, I worked hard on it. It's one of my favorite dishes. I'll pack it up for you and Fred for when you leave. Are you leaving soon?"



His smile was so big and bright that it reminded me of one of my friends that I haven't seen in years. Mostly my good friend Paul. I dismissed the thought instantly and continued to gaze at my boyfriend. Now his smile had turned into a smirk, so I raised an eyebrow. "You could say I've got a reason to stay a while," he said smoothly, directing his eyes at my lips.



My heart started to beat fast for some reason, making my half demonic blood pump through my body. What was going on? Why was I reacting this way? He's stared at me before, what's the difference this time. The difference was that I could see something in his eyes that told me he had a plan. Fucking schemer. He got up from his seat and walked in front of me, taking slow tantalizing steps. When he stood before me, I had to look up at him, realizing once again that I was short being 5 feet and one inch. Closer and closer he inched towards my face until his lips barely touched mine when he whispered, "Myra, I want to try and go a little further this time. Do you mind?"



Further. He wants to go further. Oh my fucking god, he wants to kiss me with tongue! I think, anyway. I have to ask. "W-what do you mean by 'further'?"



"I want to kiss you with tongue and I would like to gently caress you while doing so." Like I said, he's a fucking schemer. Still love him though.



My mind was jumbled. "I-I've never done that before."



"I know. I'd like to be the first." With that he gently laid his lips upon mine, making my heart beat erratically. It's never beat that fast before, never. It took me a minute to realize that he'd placed his hands upon my face and started to move them towards my neck; making circular patterns as he rubbed the skin below my chin. The feeling sent shockwaves throughout my nerves and made me gasp in surprise. He used my shock to his advantage and slid his tongue inside my mouth to massage it against mine. The action did not make me cringe like I originally thought it would.



Unexpectedly I found myself rubbing my tongue against his, deepening the kiss, as well as running my hands through his red hair and pulling it gently. When I heard him groan I quickly pulled my head away from him and stared at the door, listening for Alice to barge in here any second. "What if Alice catches us?" I asked. Talk about embarrassing. I don't need her calling Angelique up to tell her about my first 'real' make-out session.



Forcing my head to face his again he made me stare into those bright eyes that told me worlds of emotions. "Screw her. She snogs Fred all the time." With that he kissed me again, only this time I was more than willing to cooperate with his demands. Closing my eyes I let my emotions take over. I could feel that his hands became bolder as they traveled lower than my neck, going all the way to my chest. I opened my eyes to see that George's were open, waiting for my permission to continue. I simply nodded my consent and his hands took their sweet time to grope around my chest area, igniting a passion I never knew I'd had before.



The next thing I knew George pulled his lips away from me picked me up and set me on the counter. I was about to ask what he was doing when I felt his lips trail down my throat, leaving hot wet kisses that burned my skin in a good way. Was it getting hotter in here or was it just me? Now his hands were all over the place, touching my chest, my hips, my back, my thighs and even going as far as to pull my hair out of my braid I'd just put it in and pull from the roots. Gaining a magnificent wave of pleasure from the action my mind became so distracted that I didn't hear the doorbell ring or even Alice answer it. What I did hear was Alice giggle from the doorway of the kitchen to the living room as she spied on me. Frantically I pulled away from George and jumped down from the counter. Spoil sport sister of mine!



"Pizza's here," she snickered. "You need to pay him Myra."



I glared at her as I rushed out of the kitchen and to the front door where the pizza guy was waiting patiently. "Sorry I'm©¤" he started.



"Shut your face! Here's $652. Don't talk, just put the pizzas in the living room and keep the change." I threw the money in his face as I grabbed the first 3 boxes in his hands and rushed to the living room table, the pizza guy followed inside with 4 wagons attached to each other. After all the pizza was sorted throughout the living room the guy left.



George entered the room along with Alice. "Myra, Fred just called and he needs George down near the wand shop, he thinks he found a place for the business. So that means no sucking face!" she chirped. I wanted to strangle right now; I'll wait until I get a hold of her teddy bear and hold it for ransom. Poor Teddy Till won't know what hit him when I get a hold of his foot long body that only has three limbs!



I picked up a box of pizza and put it in George's hands rushing him out the door; might as well save him the embarrassment from Alice, he'll get enough of it from Fred. When I locked the door behind him I turned to Alice and glared at her, one eye squinting. "Don't start if you know what's good for you," I mumbled.



"Ok, but can I eat now?" she begged. Literally she was bouncing up and down in anticipation. Looks like Teddy Till will get to live another day.



"Sure, sure. Just make sure you©¤" she began stuffing her face before I even finished, "©¤swallow."



About twenty minutes later, after all 39 pizza's were finished off along with 19 out of 20 soda bottles, I started to relax, thinking that Alice had completely forgotten. At least until she opened her cheese filled mouth. "Don't admit to George that he was right about the 'taking it further' thing," she said out of nowhere.



Shocked I said the only thing I could think of. "WHAT?"



"I'm having one of those 'smart' moments, so take rule #85 to heart."



"Rule #85? Of what?!" I asked, confused by sister's illogical brain. Sometimes I question if we really were one person at one time, though I know better.



"Rule #85 in love: never admit to a man he's right. He'll never let you live it down, even if it takes years for him to bring it up again. For example, if we told dad he was right about that time you slipped in Chatterbeast's pee instead of my spilled soda he'd never let you live it down."



"Well it's not like any of us knew the dog could even pee in the first place! And to think, pin-fuck was right, even though he was just joking about it being urine!"



"Exactly my point! Now did I ever tell you about the guy that lives on the ceiling of my room?" she asked randomly, completely forgetting the previous topic.



[Alice P.O.V.]



"Yeah there's this guy on my ceiling that's not Torso." I want to tell her about the sexy cute man with blue eyes! He's just so adorable!



"Alice, no one else goes in your room. Who on earth are you talking about?" Myra asked me.



I sighed and prepared to tell her exactly what I told mommy Angelique. "Just listen. There IS a guy with very bright blue eyes, short-ish brown hair that kind of curls, he looks pretty tall by the way he leans from the bars and oh my god, he is soooo sexy! He's got arms to kill for! And thighs to go with them too! Sometimes he has facial hair and other times he looks like he shaves, but don't know. He's totally your type Myra!" I said excitedly. He is definitely her type! He's handsome, sexy, gorgeous, looks completely fuckable, and he looks a lot like our friend Chri- Oh! Look, one 2 liter of Root Beer left! MINE!!! Then I felt a slap behind my head. "OUCH! What was that for?" I whined.



'Uh-oh, she's glaring. She's not happy. Oh, right, Root Beer to drink!' Right as I was about to drink the last 2 liter she snatched it from my hand and growled at me. "I'm with George, Alice! And for your information, I'm pretty sure that if there was a guy on your ceiling, I'd have seen him by now."



"He's shy. He hides when you come in the room." True, he does hide when she comes in. I can tell he thinks she's cute. Now how am I going to get that Root Beer from her?



"Well, maybe if you introduced me to your friend, he wouldn't have to hide form me so much. Then I wouldn't think you're crazy!"



"Oh. Ok, well, can I have that Root Beer now? You're not going to drink it are you?"



"Here," she handed it back to me. I drank it in like, 4 seconds. Mmm¡­that's good.



As I finished it off and was about to burp, I heard the doorbell ring that scared me and made me hiccup. I looked to Myra to see if she was going to answer it and see who it was. It could have been a serial killer, or maybe it was my stuff from Ebay! Instantly I was at the door and opened it hard enough to break it from the hinges. "OOPS!" I squeeked. Ah man, now I have to put it back together!



A deep chuckle drew my attention that was a disaster of a door. When I looked at the guest I ran right into his arms! Good thing he was a sturdy man. I think I would have crushed him otherwise! "LUCIAN!"



"Hello Alice, how are you?" he asked, putting my hair behind my ears. I jumped down from his arms and looked him up and down. Same outfit as ever; black shirt, black pants, black shoes and awesome jacket. As I took a closer look at his cool sneakers I noticed a penny on the ground next to his foot.



"PENNY!" I yelled as I dove in for the shiny object. "I'm gonna name you Fillip shiny penny!" I held it like it was my last chocolate bar, it wasn't going anywhere.



"I see you haven't changed much," he said.



Myra came up behind me. "She'll never change. Anything shiny that crosses her eye; she dives for it and forgets everyone else. Sorry Lucian, but you've been ditched for a penny." I didn't ditch him! I'm just giving my shiny penny named Fillip all my attention right now. I wonder if Fillip needs a bath? She could play with my rubber ducks in the tub!



A second later I felt the sting of Myra's slap on the back of my head, again. I looked at her like she was a Meany; why'd she hit me??? "You're mean, Myra."



"Well you're rude. You haven't offered Lucian to come inside."



"OH! I'm sorry! Lucian, would you like to come inside? It's nice and warm and smells like Frabreeze air freshener. It reminds me of this one time, where Myra and I were climbing a tree, I fell down and then I saw kitty run by and I chased the kitty cat but then this dog started chasing me so I ran and ran and then I saw a candy store©¤"



"Alice, just let him in," Myra groaned.



"Sorry." I moved aside and watched him walk in. Damn he's tall!



He sat on the couch and folded his hands in his lap as he observed Myra and I take our seats. His beard had grown longer since the last time we'd seen him, I wonder if he'd mind that if I played with it? "Girls, how are things?"



"Good. Better than ever, really. Alice has been behaving a lot better since the school we were going to blew up not too long ago. For once she was getting good grades."



"It's because I wasn't taking math."



"Just play with your penny and I'll tell him the story. Ok, sweetie?"



"Ok sissy. Oh, Lucian, do you want some pizza? There's a piece left."



His laugh was hearty and strong. "No thank you Alice. I'm on special diet, remember?"



"Oh yeah, all meat." I let him and Myra continue to talk while I listened and thought about what to do with Fillip.



"So other than seeing your two favorite cenobites, what brings you here Lucian?"



Both me and Myra heard him sigh. Uh-oh. That sounds unpleasant. Kind of like when you know Myra's going to hit you for being rude. "Craven has escaped the prison we put him in and has teamed up with some guy named Dr. Crane. My legion of werewolves is hunting them down as we speak to recapture him. I just came by to say that things aren't as steady as they should be so heads up. Keep your eyes open where ever you go. I must leave now; my companions are waiting outside for me." With that he hastily stood up and left.



Myra was the first to break the silence, since I was still playing with Fillip. "I think we do indeed need to keep our eyes open Alice. Strange things have been happening these past few weeks. I'm just hoping that Lucian will find Craven and discover why he's teamed up with Crane."



"As in my ex?" I asked. Obviously I missed something here while Fillip was telling me about the square root of cherry pie.



I saw her shake her head and roll her eyes. "Technically, he was just using us to test drugs. But if you want to call him your ex-boyfriend who barely liked either of us, go ahead."



Meanwhile¡­[George P.O.V.]



Something's on Fred's mind. He's fidgeting like he's had one too many butterbeers and taffy's. I should probably not mention that I've just bought some more Berty Botts for Alice and Myra and intend to give Myra the earwax and vomit flavors. That ought to make her mad enough to forget being embarrassed. Sure as bloody hell would do wonders for me!



Wow¡­I can't believe she let me take it further! She's always so shy! And prudish, as Fred claims. I think she's perfect for me, even if she is a prude. She's logical yet knows that even rules have limits. I love it when she breaks the rules; it shows me the true rebel I know she can be. That and she's the most interesting person, besides Alice, that I've ever had the pleasure to come across. And she's all mine.



Fred's hand waving in front of my eyes brought me out of my daydream. "George, hello? Are you there?"



"Knock it off," I groaned as I moved his hand away from my face. God only knows where that thing has been!



"Well, if you'd answer my question I'd be happy to not think of you as a nit-wit."



Quickly I tried to think about everything he'd been talking about for the last few minutes while I was off in lala land. Damn, can't remember anything. "Uh, remind me what the topic was about."



"You weren't even listening!" he complained. "Great. Wonderful. Fantastic! It was sad enough I was asking you of all people in the first place!"



Now I was confused. "What in the name of Merlin are you talking about Fred?"



The sound of his sigh indicated that he really, really wanted to talk about¡­whatever it is he wants to talk about. "Fine, I'll say it again. Well George, you know how I already proposed to Alice, right?" With his skin getting flushed it helped me remember why he would be embarrassed.



"Yeah¡­you screwed up from the original plan mate. I mean, come on! You just got nervous on her and asked her like it was no big deal!" Oh yeah, Fred fucked up on that proposal big time. "Just be happy she actually said 'yes' to you, after the stunt you pulled."



"I didn't know she was actually going to eat the new taffy experiment we made once I pulled it from my pocket!"



"Which then turned her tongue purple and gave her blisters in her mouth, might I add."



"I'm still shocked that she ate it without even asking what it was, or even noticed that the ring I hid in the wrapper was even there! What was I supposed to do? I said the first thing that came to my mind and considering I'd been dead set on asking her to marry me anyway that day that was the first thing that came out of my mouth. I was worried and nervous."



"So what does that have to do with anything?" I questioned him. This ought to be interesting.



"I want to ask her again, only this time it would be more romantic. No silly trick for candy. This time it won't be a nervous joke."



Was I hearing my brother correctly? He actually wanted to be romantic? Well, who was I to put a guy down when he was out for something he really wants. "Well do it then!" He seemed relieved by my answer. I didn't question why though, it wasn't my business.



Quicker than I could ask he picked up the papers from several locations that were renting space out and grabbed my hand and we went straight for the brooms. He didn't have to tell me twice where we were going; shopping. On the way home we stopped by a candy shop and he picked up a box of candy and put the new ring he'd bought for her inside. With that done we went to the store and he bought her a Root Beer and stuffed it into his bag.



It took several minutes for us to fly home by the brooms we currently had. Our old Nimbus 2000 brooms were getting worn and we were waiting until they broke before we got some FIREBOLTS. Landing quickly we discarded the brooms and headed inside, noticing both Alice and Myra clean up the many boxes of pizza and soda that littered the living room. Both girls smiled at us and proceeded to clean.



Nervously Fred removed the candy box from his coat pocket and walked over to Alice. Looks like he was eager to get this done with. "Alice, I know I love you more than anything in the world, and I know that what I'm about to ask you I already have; I'd just like the chance to make it right this time." Smooth, bro. He went down on one knee and handed her the box of candy. Her eyes got big, knowing that inside that little box would be sweets. Slowly he opened it and her eyes got even bigger. By this time I was surprised she'd remained quiet. "Alice, will you marry me? Even though I already asked?"



Any second now she's going to do one of 2 things: scream or eat the candy then scream. "Yes," she whispered. To say that I fell over in shock would be an understatement. 'Yes'? That's it? No drama? I'm slightly confused. Then she screamed. "YES! YES! YES! YES!" she was so loud I think my ears bled.



[Narrator P.O.V.]



After all the screaming of excitement Myra and George left the two lovers alone in the house. Both of them knew what was going to happen inside and neither of them wanted to stay and witness their twin shag the other. Just as the doors lock clicked into place a silence fell upon the room. Both of them knew what was going to happen, and both wanted it just as equally. For the past six months ever since Alice had learned the spell to protect other's from her curse she'd taken advantage of it with Fred almost on a daily basis. At one point, Myra had to leave because eventually they'd somehow managed to come into her room and start fucking when they were drunk. That was a very painful/happy night for them. Too bad neither of them could remember it much.



Alice looked at Fred and admired every inch of him; starting from the tips of his fiery red hair to the ends of his bare toes all she could think of was that he was a blessing from God. She'd have to give God a call and tell her thank you for inventing a wonderful specimen such as him. Every inch of him was perfect to her, even his flaws.



Slowly he approached her, making sure she admired him every second that he prolonged this, and he was going to prolong this as much as possible. She deserved everything he could give her and more. The moment she said yes to him the first time he knew he had to make her happy no matter what the cost, even if it cost him his soul. She may not have needed to claim his soul once she learned the protection spell, but he gladly gave it to her along with his heart. Her beauty was both innocent and seductive that she was a complete contradiction for herself. Closer he came to her, now only a few feet away he reached for her hand and gently grasped it.



The feel of his hand on hers sent wonderful shivers all over her flesh, igniting her desire like a wild fire. Oh how she wanted to take his clothes off his body and ravish him, lick him, suck him, bite him and caress him, but she'd wait. As simple minded as her thoughts were, she knew what he wanted and he wanted this to be a special time for them. She looked into his eyes and saw it; love. This was who she was meant to be with. After decades of loneliness and several failed attempts at love she knew this was it, she could feel it. And knowing that, she would let him do whatever he wanted because she trusted him like no other before.



Fred could barely contain the animal inside him, like a starving man that has been sat in front of the most delicious and exotic foods from all over the world he only wanted to show her that he could take his time and savor the banquet. Carefully, as if she were made of porcelain, he placed his hand upon her cheek and felt her smooth soft skin and felt the slight chill her body held. He didn't care that she was only half human, he didn't care that if his soul didn't belong to her or her sister that the cenobites could kill him; all he cared about was that she love him as much as he loved her. That was enough. As he gazed into her eyes he could see the conflict in them; one side of her wanted to be spontaneous and innocent while the other fought to control the urges, be more of an adult. But that wasn't all he saw, he saw her passion, her love and her struggle to be good.



Stroking her skin like it was the finest silk he leaned in and pressed his lips gently against hers. Both of their heart beats were fast and erratic, almost beating in sync with each other. Her lips tasted like the finest sugar and he had to have more. Breaking only a small part of his control he allowed himself to force her hot mouth open and accept his invading tongue. The intensity of the moment made it feel like the room rose ten degrees. The feel of her tender skin against his as he pulled her closer to his body started to awaken his length from its sleep. Alice could feel it rise and prod into her side as Fred's embrace became slower and stronger groping. Carefully he slid his hands under her black tank top and drew his hands higher and higher until they reached her hardened nipples. She inhaled a sharp breath as he pinched the hard peaks of her body then caressed them as a lover should.



He broke the kiss and let a little more control slip from his grasp, trailing hot wet kisses all over her exposed neck down to the top of her shirt where her beautiful skin was bare. The action made her groan with lust, clouding her mind of everything but him and his body. Taking her sweet noises as a good sign he slowly led her to their bedroom. Once inside he took a quick glance around the room to make sure he wouldn't trip over anything; that and Myra had told him she'd had to change the sheets from a 'bloody accident'. Seeing that everything was clean and clear he led her over to the bed where he gently laid her down while still kissing as much skin as possible.



She was burning and his hands on her chest and lips on her body only burned her more. This intense fire was going to erupt if she didn't find release soon and she wondered if Fred would be so kind as to hurry it up and start making love to her. As if he'd heard her silent prayers his hands dug inside her sweat pants to find she wore no underwear. 'Thank you laundry day,' she mentally whispered. Already she was wet and ready from his strong hands touching her, loving her flesh so when he finally put his hands inside her hot opening she cried out in ecstasy. Being skilled with his hands he played with her moist pussy.



Soon she wasn't even able to keep her voice down and just started to pant and scream his name as his fingers dove faster, in and out of her. The pressure built higher as his fingers found that wonderful secret spot and his lips once again found hers. Her mind swam as she thought about his hard length, of how soon it would be inside her, fucking her. Wanting a release she brought her hand to her swollen nub and rubbed it, stimulating her further.



Fred, noticing where her hand had wondered to, pushed it away and did the job himself, getting harder the longer he did. His cock was so hard for a second he feared that he wouldn't be able hold out long once he was inside her but dismissed the idea; he would hold it and wait to come inside her hot, tight opening that was starting to pulsate from the beginning of her first orgasm. Faster he pumped his long fingers inside her, demanding from his dick that he not come without being inside her. Right as he bit her neck a little he finally felt her come hard and fast.



Not wasting anymore time, he slowly stripped himself down, watching her expressions change from the high she was riding. Quickly he helped her remove her shirt and sweats and proceeded to kiss every inch of skin he hadn't gotten before. From tasting her breasts to her toes and finally her leaking core he stroked his tongue along her slit, making her cry out again. This time he could faintly heard her feminine voice double and it only turned him on some more by the soft melody it made in his ears. Without any control over her body anymore she thrust her hips to meet his hungry mouth that licked every inch of her there. Still drugged from her first high it didn't take long for her to reach a second one.



As if a cord had been snapped, Alice shook violently from the pleasure and couldn't breathe for several seconds and instantly her sexual side took over. Before Fred could even lift his head she jerked his body up and forced him on his back and slid his ready cock inside her waiting pussy. Both of them groaned in satisfaction and started thrusting against each other, making rough jerking movements as they did so and creating the sweetest friction either of them have ever felt. Her breathing started becoming heavier as she went wild on top of him, riding his dick like it was her life on the line if she didn't fuck the shit out of him.



Fred forgot everything about going slow once she sat upon his aching member. The feel of her warm velvety walls gliding over him as he thrust inside her over and over, bringing them closer to that brink of chaotic ecstasy one would call bliss. When her movements got even rougher he had to hold back from coming right then; he needed to come with her. With one more jerk of her hips they both went flying into a ray of pleasure that was so powerful that they felt as if lightning had struck in the most erotic way.



When both of them started to fall asleep in the other's arms, their thoughts were the same. 'I'm glad I finally found you.'



Next day¡­[Joker P.O.V.]



Who does he think he is? A god? Just because he can use some sort of magic stick thing doesn't mean he can go off and take what's mine. And she is mine, always will be. He's just like all the rest of them, schemers. Every single one of them has a plan to follow; they just can't seem to go with the flow! And she could have done better if she wasn't mine. I mean, just because I let her leave Gotham doesn't mean she was allowed to leave me. I don't see what her problem is? Just because we got into a small lovers tiff and both ended up horrifically scarred doesn't mean anything! HAHAHAHA. Oh she's so original! Cutting up my face! The best idea ever! I can respect a woman who knows how to use her anger, and boy did she use it! Now I'm always smiling. I've got a reason to laugh at everything and having my permanent happy face only makes my mood even better.



Sure I like to tell a little white lie about how I got these scars, I mean, I do love to have my past as multiple choice but the only people who will ever know about the truth for them are me and my favorite mimes. Ah, how I miss my beautiful wicked mimes. They worked so well too! Well good news for me, because soon the three of us will be one big chaotic family again. I can't let her marry a schemer! It would be so rude of me, as Myra might say. Wouldn't want to be rude now, would I? HAHAHAHAHAHA!



Well, it just so happens that I've been keeping tabs on these¡­boys for the past few days and studying their lives. They want to open up a Joke Shop? Those two wouldn't know a good joke if it came up and hit them in the back of the head! Well, it just so happens that two days ago I walked into a shop and saw some ridiculous items that shouldn't even be sold! I mean come on, who buy's clothes? And to have them all the same? Pathetic. I'd just steal the best home-made one of a kind materials. Being unique is perfectly chaotic! Why dress up like some dancing panda for society's rules? Well, it just so happens that the clerk said the wrong thing and I had to blow his brains out. No one insults Alice, I learned from best. Stupid idiot thinks he can judge a book by its cover? Calling her an imbecilic child? Oh no, she is NO child. She just so happens to be one of the craziest women alive.



Well, after that, I had my crew clean up the mess that just so happened to be there and put a renting sign up. Well, it just so happens that a lackey of mine directed them in the right direction for a cheap building to rent. And it just so happens that they'll becoming here at exactly 1 PM when it just so happens that a bomb that just so happened to be placed inside the building will go off ironically at that very time. So it just so happened that those two will "mysteriously" disappear from the world of the living and just so happen to be here when the bomb goes off. Perfect I think. Then Alice and Myra will just so happened to hear about the incident and come looking for me who just so happened to be in the area watching the horrific tragedy. Oh, and look. It's five minutes to 1PM.



As I played with my favorite knife I kept my eyes on the building. If those two were late, which I doubt they would be by the price I set up for them, I would have to switch the timer off and use the detonator. Then, just when I was about to switch the timer off, those two children showed up and they didn't come alone. In the words of Alice, FUCK ME SIDEWAYS.



[Alice P.O.V.]



"Fred, can I look now? PLEASE??" I begged him. He had a blindfold over my eyes and I wanted to see where we were. It's not fair that they get to blindfold us. I want to sight see.



"Not yet. Myra stop playing with the blindfold!" Fred said.



"Sorry," she groaned.



"Ok, when you hear the signal, then you can open your eyes girls. We have to go in really quick and then we'll give the signal."



"Alright," Myra and I said together, making us both laugh.



As we waited I played with Myra's hand that I'd been holding. She has very soft hands, must be using that moisturizer I gave her for Christmas 7 months ago. "How much longer?" I asked.



"Until we hear the signal."



Right as she finished saying that, we heard a loud noise. Instantly I thought of fireworks because it was July after all. "OH! They're using fireworks as the signal!" I said. But then I smelled something that shouldn't smell like fireworks; I would know after hanging out with Rammstein for the last two weeks of their tour in America several years back. Those guys really know their fire toys! The smell of too much smoke clouded with the smell of burnt rubble filled the air. That's when realization hit. There were no fireworks. "Myra¡­I don't think that was fireworks."



We both took off the blindfolds and starred at the remnants of what appeared to be the school uniform store from the looks of the location. I couldn't move. I couldn't breathe. I don't think Myra could either. Then that's when we heard the laughter.



"HA. HA. HA. HE. HE. HE. HO. HO. HO. Talk about firestarters!" said the voice of none other than my ridiculous ex. At first it didn't sink in, I was still starring at the rubble, not believing that Fred and George were gone. Gone forever.



Myra's grip on my hand tightened and that brought me out of my stupor and I looked over to her face. SHE WAS PISSED! My gaze followed hers, for she was not starring at me. There he stood, in his specially made purple suit with his damn make up on. Now it clicked in my head. The Joker had just killed the love of my life, of Myra's. HE CAUSED THEM TO DIE. HE KILLED THEM.



I didn't even notice that I was changing into my demon form. Myra's rage grew slowly where as mine was like a glass shattering; quick and dangerous to be near. I could feel my hair darken to black as midnight, black as pitch, and blacker than the foulest witch. So black that it was hard to stare at because of its' absent of color. I felt my skin turn to ice, meaning I was as white as chalk, as white as our father. The cuts that adorned my body sliced my skin open in every direction and open the wounds to reveal my demonic red-black blood and veins sticking out. My eye sight changed to red, meaning that my once rainbow eyes have become bottomless pits of death. The last thing to complete the change was when I felt the hooks appear upon my wrists, having the chains wrap around arms as a symbol of my bond with my grandfather Leviathan. I was a full cenobite right now and THAT is not good for whoever I set my rage upon.



Before I took my first step Myra's hand grabbed mine and stopped me momentarily. My head turned sharply to her as if to tell her to try and stop me. Pissed as she was, she still looked normal. "You're about to turn into a Gorilla-Terminator." When she spoke her voice had darkened to the point where it would send chills to whoever heard it. "I won't' stand in your way. Let your hatred grow."



With that she let me lose and I stalked over to the Joker. The bastard wasn't even afraid of me; he may be a celebrity in hell because he's sent the cenobites so many souls over the years without even knowing it, but that doesn't mean he's safe with me around. This time, there would be no scars to walk away with; he wouldn't be walking away.



"Alice, Alice, Alice, they had to go! They were using you! They were trying to convert your mind into a socialist drone. You and Myra need to come back with me. That's where you really belong. Us freaks need to stick together." I tilted my head to the left, as if I was curious.



"You have to©¤" he didn't finish as I grabbed him by the throat and started to crush his windpipe. Chains that came from the alleyway he previously vacated and tore through his hands, shredding the flesh to bits and pieces. He didn't scream, he merely laugh.



Let's just say that I pulled an Angelique. Taking my other hand I extended my metallic nails and tore his balls off. "Oh, that's right. You like it rough, don't you? Well, that's what I'll give you." Then I proceeded to stick my hand in his chest and play with his organs like they were toys.



As much as I would like to savor his pain, my hatred was already at its peak and I couldn't stop myself from letting it end all too soon. Quickly I withdrew my hooked knife from my pocket and proceeded to cut his face open, enjoying the blood run over his body. Then I sliced his neck open in several places and enjoyed the disgusting gagging sounds he made while his life slipped from his body. I broke his arms and legs by throwing him to the ground and smashing them with my foot. Right before he died, I cut out his skin on his stomach and ate it right in front of him, letting him remember that I was going to hurt him for many years to come when he went to hell. The last thing he did was laugh at me in the face. I will tear his soul apart. "Ich muss zerstoren," I whispered.



[Narrator P.O.V.]



So far it's been a week since that fateful day in London where Fred and George died. A funeral was held for the twins with empty caskets but the girls didn't go; they couldn't bear to face Mrs. Weasley's tears for the loss of two of her children, even if she said it wasn't their fault. No one blamed them for what happened, they read about how the Joker planned this all out and was mysteriously murdered. Only a select few people know about the girls' and their 'background', it just so happened that the Weasley clan knew and didn't blame them one little bit no matter how bad it seemed.



For the entire week they've been in Vegas, going back to their favorite hotel (when they were one person at the time). It's been years since they came here and visited the town that started their temporary hobby: making boring cities into the most fun to go to. Yes, Alice (originally) and Myra turned Vegas from a shabby little town decades ago into the hit masterpiece it is now. No one would know it since there was never a record of how the drastic change happened.



While on their visit, they met 2 very unique people who instantly became their friends. Kyle and Jessie were the modern day super-humans. They are very strong, fast, and think better than a computer. With these two, the girls found companionship and understanding. Also, because of their weird ability to pick up powers that they either see or are near someone with powers they the girls gained the same powers as Kyle and Jessie. But that wasn't what drew these two groups together, it was the fact Kyle and Jessie seemed to almost have the same kind of relationship with each other as Alice and Myra do. In other words, Alice is like Kyle in a way, and Myra is like Jessie.



Sadly though, Kyle and Jessie had to return home, wherever that was, but gave them their phone numbers to keep in contact if they ever needed help or even a friend. With Kyle and Jessie gone, the depression started to return. Vegas wasn't helping their mood so they decided to leave after only about a 2 week stay in the city of drinking and gambling.



For days they walked by foot, sightseeing and eventually landed themselves in Washington State.



"Myra, my feet hurt!"



"Do you want to stop?"



"Sure."



So, being the weirdo's that they are, they climbed a 100 foot tall tree and sat in it. "Better?" Myra asked.



"Mmmhmm," was the only response.



Authors note: PLEASE please please for the love of insanity PLEASE review. That's all I want. Even if it's the worst review EVER and although it doesn't make ANY SENSE just be nice and Review! Also, for those of you who don't know, Ich muss zerstoren means I must destroy. This was the final chapter to THIS part of the girls' story. Mind you, this really needed to be done, I got my ass kicked for saying I wasn't going to finish.



Thank you to the few friends I have that read this story and did not give up on me. For those of you that I KNOW read it, please humor me and review.