Novel & Cerita Joker With His Face Cut Off

"She's a handful when she's drunk, sorry if she put her hands on you by mistake." The joker swallowed and shook his head. The skull face's grinning face contorted into a grotesque glare. He caught the Joker's cheeks in a death grip; the long sculpted fingers were also painted in skeletal bones. "You try to mess with something that's mine and I'll mince you into tiny little meat cubes and ship it to the nearest supermarket. Get it?" He nodded, and then the Skull face twisted his fingers and the joker yelped but of course, no one could hear him over the loud blast of music. The man scrambled away, I was pretty sure he would make a run for his car.

His heart sank, though his face remained totally disinterested. Joker reappeared now and sure enough, he was grappling with someone. Warren couldn’t see who it was, since their head was covered with a black hood, but he knew it was a woman – and not just because of the long, slim figure. She was sobbing, sobbing wildly, and his stomach clenched at the thought that she may be hurt. He saw that her hands were bound together, so tight that he saw bloody marks and purple bruises on her wrists. The sight of that damage on her pale skin kicked him in the chest, for some reason, before he took command of himself again.

"We aren't alone and very soon, the man we're with will come searching for us." He cocked his head in her direction. "Do you think I care?", the faceless man replied. He rolled back his shoulders, relieving some unseen tension in them before bringing a hand up to his head, pulling the hood off and revealing his face. He looked like a villain straight out of a comic book with a large, jagged scar running from his right eyebrow, across this eye and right down to his jaw. The spot where his right eye once was had been replaced by a gaping hole.

“ Boss they’ve done it again , some fucker has a serious boner on getting you banged up “ Joker comes in slamming a folder down on my desk. I glanced up from the papers I had been reading and watched as he folded his long limbs into the chair in front of me. He pulls a joint from behind his ear and lights it up taking a deep drag and then drops his head back to blow the smoke up in the air. His blonde hair was up in a bun tied at the back of his head. His piercing blue eyes come back down to look at me and he raises a pierced brow at me. I look away from him and down at the folder. Not bothering to pick it up just yet. “ Who this time ? “ I ask , sitting back. He clears his throat and takes

She was so damn cute. "That's what I would like to know! Blade and I got up and Breaker wasn't on the couch. We thought he left but then we saw his clothes and shoes still in the living room. Now I find him half naked with you in here! Did he hurt you? Are you okay? I swear to God, I'm gonna kill him!" Joker ended up shouting at the end as he refocused his gaze on me. I put my hands up at him, "I swear nothing happened. I would NEVER harm her!" I pleaded.

The other guy stopped hurting her and moved away. He let go of her and stood by the Joker. In a sudden swift move, the joker grabbed onto his chin and strangled him to death. The guy fell to the ground completely limp and it was far easier to tell that he was dead. The Joker came walking towards Alyssa and just when he was before her he slowly took off his mask and revealed his face. She gasped as she saw that he was..... handsome.

My mouth falls open. "We haven’t officially met; I’m Joker. I like to bite parts of people off and burn ‘em while they are alive, so it's easier to skin ‘em. Sometimes, I like to give ‘em adrenaline to keep ‘em awake while I cut ‘em open and pull out their insides. Which is ya choice?" he says matter-of-factly and grins, and I stare in shock. Ebony rolls her eyes as if this is totally fucking normal. It's not. Even Wesley is silenced. Joker seems totally unphased by the guns pointed at him.

The audience panicked and they could hear the screaming and running of the people. The Joker was perplexed and tried to calm the crowd, he tried to move but a splash of liquid stunned him. A second later the emergency light returned, the people still running and stampeding, but the Joker left him on the stage and kneeled. In front of him is the main sponsor of the auction, his boss who hired him. His mask was removed and the hat showed his gray hair, sweat kept flowing from his forehead. He was grabbed by the large man covering his face with a black mask and a scar from his forehead down to the hidden part of his face.

Officer Brian Bowers is dead! The man lunges at Chris. They both are on the ground; the man got on top and started scratching his face off. Chris tries to plead with the man. "PLEASE DON'T KILL ME! I DIDN'T DO ANYTHING TO YOU!" he pleads and cries. The man hisses at him. He does not listen, so he continues to rip his face off. His mouth grew more prominent; then, he ate his neck. Chris coughs up blood. The man stops eating his neck. Officer Chris Hudson is dead!

“Help! Riley! Ow… Please stop hitting me!” As blood began to spill from the corner of his mouth, he broke down into ragged pleas. “Riley… I know I was wrong… Please let me go…” Riley released him like he was nothing more than trash. Then, she signaled the bodyguards to hold him down again. This time, she picked up the surgical knife from the table, and her left hand traced lightly over his face. “You don’t deserve to have this face.” In one swift motion, the blade came down, and a deep cut split across Leo’s face. Leo struggled violently, his screams turning frantic and broken as pain overwhelmed him. However, Riley simply watched on coldly.