This is for my Joker-based character. Weep at the fact I think I need more...:
The instant she stepped out of the building a grey car pulled up. The fact that it ran was surprising. She vanished into it and ripped off the wig, tossing it into the back and into the face of someone who could only grunt in protest. With her seemingly frantically and unevenly chopped hair revealed with the oddest array of red, white and black, she turned to the body in the back and grinned, tearing off the fake eye. What was behind it was nothing but a black hole, scarred and ghastly. The driver handed her an eyepatch which she slid on quickly.
"Oh goody! A new toy! I'm gonna play with you till there's just nothing left! Yes I am!" She clapped her hands giddily and bounced in her seat, swaying from side to side excitedly. However the passenger in the back widened their eyes and squirmed frantically. 'Natasha' flicked her wrist and the driver sped off, turning down an alley and out to the high end district.
"But where's the fun in playing with something if others can't join in, right?!" The one-eyed woman nudged her driver sharply, causing him to swerve slightly. Her hand darted under the seat and pulled out a ghastly curved blade and strapped it to her side, slipping on a chest holster with handguns already in place. "They'll be meeting us for the party, right? And they'll have the music, right?" he driver nodded, causing the erratic woman to squirm excitedly. "Oh goodie! Such fun! Such fun!!"
The car turned into a parking garage and stopped, and Goldaugen slipped on a gas mask. The instant the guard leaned down enough she shot forward, the blade glinting like the Devil's smile before vanishing into the man's skull. With a sharp tug she pulled the blade out and the driver sped forward, scowling at her as he wiped his face off. In the back muffled screams could be heard along with the shuffling of someone who desperately wanted to go home.
The car parked on one of the middle parking floors and shut off, and the woman slipped out, slipping over to the trunk. Once it was popped open she pulled out a bag and slipped the mask off, tossing it on to the roof so she could change. She could care less who saw her. Her hands tightened her belt along with the straps on her arms, and she spread her arms out, as if showing off. "Ta da! Aren't I just the prettiest thing you ever did see?!" The twisted grin spread, threatening to cut the top of her head off. It was then her head snapped over and she tilted her head at a painful angle as three more cars drove up and parked beside them. Half her body vanished into the open window of one and emerged with a long and wrapped item, which she hugged happily like a teddy bear.
"Such fun! Such fun!" Her hand grasped the cloth an flung it off with the show of a magician. What was revealed was a rather old and black musket, a good two feet taller than the woman who held it. Her lips pressed to it and she grinned greedily. "Oh baby mommy is sosososo sorry for wrapping you like that. But tonight we can dance, yesyes. Lots of dancing." Her golden eye turned up like a spectral beam and stared up at the group around her, the now blindfolded and gagged figure between two of them. "Well my rich and pompous ********, you'll be the main attraction of our party-party. Nya!" One of the men nodded and she slung the large rifle over one shoulder, her free hand grasping an uzi.
With a nod the group took off, dragging the man between them. Said man was one of the top business men of the area, who just so happened to have been cutting corners on payments and the like. Natasha was very good with numbers. She was a nice girl. Talked too much though.
"So I bit her tongue out! Can't stand Chatty Cathy's!"
That's what Goldaugen said as she pulled out the woman's kidneys. But all that was in the past, and about a mile under ocean by now. Right now there were more important things to do. The group ducked into an abandoned office, where they slung the man they had captured to the ground. Goldaugen walked over to him and on top of him. Her gloved fingers ran through his hair gently, almost tenderly until they twisted into his hair. With a sharp tug she ripped a section of hair out, then sprinkled it on his face. "Two more hours and you can go night-night."
All the men around her sat down, pulling out cigarettes and bottles. Her eye caught the sight of glass glistening, and she snatched up the bottles, and smashed them. The corner of her lip twitched along with her eye as she snarled, "NO. We wait. Not done yet."
After a moment of silence she snatched up a cigarette and a lighter, and took a long drag once it was lit. "Mmm... Cancer! So tasty!" With a smoke laden giggle she walked over to the glass window and stared out, watching everything move about below. "Maybe that stupid 'vigilante' will come to save the day. You know I'm a huge Batman fan? I like Batman. This guy... No Batman. Uses guns, like me! And he's some sort of hero?! What horse s**t!" Smoke streamed from her nostrils with a huff. "I know I'll have fun playing with him when he comes to me like a moth to a flame. He loves the baddies. Such a shame he'll be disappointed when he finds out that Goldaugen is a woman, eh?!" A maniacal laugh escaped her and she flopped back, letting out a happy sigh.
"Two... more... hours... Come and get me Mr. Hero Man."
The two hours passed quickly with a nap. The fact that she was able to sleep with a desk lap shining on her face was from years of paranoia of the dark. Her eyes snapped open when she felt someone near her and she slid off the desk like a band of rubber. She dusted herself off with enough jingling to make it seem like Christmas before she nodded. The group slid on gas masks and darted out the door, the now unconscious rich man over one of the men's shoulder. They all stopped in front of a large set of doors and she grinned behind her mask. "Lets just knock, shall we?!" With a flip she swung the musket up and fired a shot when something strange happened.
The door was utterly shredded, even though only one round was fired. On top of that a guard crumpled to the ground with what could be considered what was left of a head. "Knock knock! I seem to have lost my invite!" The group rushed forward, while she stood in the doorway, her musket slung across both shoulders. "Now we wait. I'm sure Mr. Hero has a police radio, and someone hit a silent alarm." The group spread out, dropping the man at Goldaugen's feet. Two blocked the door, while the other ten spread out to create a large circle around the crazed woman. Her fingers curled around the handle of her knife and she kneeled down, her fingers of her other hand twisting in the man's hair.
She turned him to face her as she tore the mask away. The knife caught under the blindfold and shot up, cutting it from his face. "Well Mr. Wellminton. I believe this was your party, right? Oh ho ho! No?! Shame. It is now." The room thudded with a sudden bass, and she tilted her head at a painful angle. "Goodgood. Something to work to." Her tongue lashed out and ran up the man's neck and jaw line, stopping at his nose. Her teeth bit down on his nose lightly, and the quickly and sharply sank into the flesh. Muffled screams emitted at the bite. Two men had to grab the man as she twisted and rolled her head, taking the man's nose with her as she stepped back. She spat it out and grinned, blood trickling down her chin. "Not much that time, was there."
It then that screams broke out. But it could not be heard over the pounding the sounds of I Believe in a Thing Called Love by The Darkness.
She ignored them of course. Her mind was set to the music and on the bleeding man in front of her. Her lips moved along with the lyrics, and her head bobbed to the beat and sounds of the guitar. Goldaugen slipped behind the man and stabbed the man repeatedly as it she were strumming a guitar. Blood gushed forth in red faceted spurts, and after a bit any sign of life trickled away. She stepped back a step then planted a foot on the body back, kicking it forward. As it fell se ran up and stepped on it's back, stomping her foot down repeatedly on the skull. Once she was satisfied with the chunky mess that was left she leapt off and bowed dramatically. "Shame he had to loose his head like that." Her head shook forlornly as she ran over to the large desk and hopped up on to it. Her hand shielded her eyes as she scanned the room. "Where's Mr. Hero? That gun toting mother ******** ought to be here! He's missing the shin-dig!"
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