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What A Childhood Can Do

By insignificant015

Thriller / Erotica

Chapter 1

I guess you could say it was one of those days. I just got back from Paris, where I was going to college for four years now, training to be a psychologist. My college buddy, Amanda, was going back to her hometown to get married. In Gotham City. Kind of why I was here in the first place. And I was a bride’s maid so I practically had to come.

Plus she was madly in love with her fiancé Sean, who in my opinion was nothing special. I hardly ever grew feelings towards anyone. I’m not sure why either. All throughout high school, boyfriends would come and go in a matter of weeks. I dragged one romance on for too long, he asked me to marry him. And I said no. Bad enough I was just starting college with him. That’s why I went to Paris, in the study abroad program.

Anyways, now I’m just rambling. There was Amanda, after the wedding ceremony, crying her eyes out. She was my opposite. Tall, blond, small chested. And blue eyes. I was short, brunette, with hazel eyes. Where was the maid of honor anyways? She should be in here comforting her. She was crying, her make-up badly smudged now. I handed her some tissues.
“What’s wrong Amanda? This is supposed to be the happiest day of your life?” I had asked. She sniffled, blowing her nose into the tissue I handed her. “I-I don’t k-know. Emma, did I make a mistake?” I patted her back. Sure Sean was a huge flirt back in college, but people change. Especially for love. “What? No Amanda. Sean loves you so much. You made the perfect decision.” I tried to comfort her. She looked in the mirror. And cried more. I pulled out my purse, time to get to work.
At least when I was finished you couldn’t tell she had been balling her eyes out. Maybe just crying tears of joy. But now it was time for the after party. Dinner was being served already,  and I could easily tell they had already served my table. I was so hungry. Amanda hurried over to her table, and sat with Sean. She smiled over at me. I picked up my champagne glass, and tapped the side of it. People joined in and smiled as the newlyweds kissed.
It really was a wonderful wedding. Although the actually ceremony was quite small, the reception room was huge. Like a ballroom and was up about 6 stories high, overlooking the city and the river.

Nothing could ruin this perfect evening.
The bride and groom walked down the hall and excitedly left the room. Can somebody say storage closet? Music softly played while people danced. I didn’t even think of dancing in this dress. It was a short petite black dress. That came down just above the knees. This is what all of the bridesmaids were wearing. And almost everyone had a date. I walked over to the bar and signaled for more champagne. This was going to be a very long three hours.
I leaned softly against an abandoned table, sipping delicately at my drink. The buzz in my head made me fell dizzy. I never was much of a drinker. It left you with headaches, bad breath, and a loss of memory. Not a good combination. But this time it felt good. It drowned out all the couples dancing. So I didn’t feel so alone. This evening might not be too bad after all. And then a slow dance came on. And everyone piled into the middle of room, hooking hands with lovers, and dancing.
I chugged a little more. The dizziness is getting stronger now. I saw some man walking over to me. He was quite handsome, in a corny kind of way. I laughed as he came near. He gave me a confused smile and then asked, "May I have this dance, madam." No one has ever called me madam before. But I shook my head, laughed and headed over to the bar again.
And the moment I reached the table, my stomach dropped. Ewe. I felt like getting sick. Instead I just set my glass down. “More champagne?” the bar tender asked. “No, I think I’m going to be sick,” I replied. “Some ginger ale then?” I nodded my head. That should calm my stomach some. I was handed a new glass and sipped easily, walking over to another abandoned table.
Slow music still played. The atmosphere did not change one bit. Love was in the air. And it was making me choke. I was never the romantic type. I preferred straight out feelings. Not fancy parties or cutesy music. No, throw on a heavy rock song and scream “I love you!” I could deal with that. But the music played on. People swayed, making me dizzy. I turned away from them, and instead looked out at the view. It was truly amazing. Although the river was hard to see, it was a ways off, but I could see it glisten in the moonlight. I felt mesmerized by it. At first it was all I saw. And I heard nothing. And then the music was cut off. Followed by a loud, insanely hysteric laugh.
“Good evening,” said a voice. I tuned to face it. Wow. Was this the evening’s entertainment? A man was dressed in a velvety purple suit, with a green waistcoat underneath. His hair was green and wiry. And he had a face full of chalk-white make-up. His lips red, continuing up the sides of his face, making a huge red smile. He had a black color drawn around his eyes. And he looked unfriendly.
Then screams started throughout the room. I was confused. What is going on here? He walked about the room. Smiling as he stared down each and every person in the room. I saw lovers clutching each other. Women crying, men terrified. Something felt so wrong here. And then he was facing my direction, but not exactly looking at me. He was walking in this direction though. And I could see his scars the closer he got.
They looked familiar. Those scars looked so familiar.
And yet he didn’t. He laughed loudly, pulling out a handgun. “Ladies and Gents, I’m sorry to wreck this joint, but I need a little favor.” He shot the gun at the ceiling. Plaster fell around him. Everyone was silent now, but fear was in their eyes. I felt the fear too. And then I remembered what Amanda had told me before the wedding. When we were watching the news about 5 dead bodies at the bank. There was a serial killer. Nicknamed the Joker. And this was him. It had to be.
“I need to find a… Amanda Dully? Oh wait, Amanda Smith. My apologies.” He laughed harder now. Looking about the room. His gaze at once narrowed on me, but he continued to circle the room. No one answered. “She has something I want.” And everyone kept quiet. A few squeals of terror every now and then. “No one’s going to talk?” he asked, his smile now fading. He raised the gun to a woman’s head. She screamed out in terror and I seen a man walking towards her. “Don’t move,” he addressed the man, “Or you won’t be able to recognize this face ever again.” He laughed hysterically. He looked down at the woman.
“So where is she?” he asked. She shook her head, “I-I don’t know. They left.” He started laughing again. “They left their own wedding? I think not.” And then a deafening sound fell throughout the room. The woman dropped dead. A pool of blood forming around her. I couldn’t look away from it. This really had happened. ”Okay then, just tell me where Emeralda Thompson is.” He laughed heading to his next victim.
I froze. That was my name. What did he want with me? I had no idea. But he was at another woman already. “Where is she!?” He screamed. The girl shook her head confusingly, I had no idea who she was, and she didn’t know me. “I don’t know her.” She pleaded. He laughed in her face, “ Wrong again.” And then another gun shot. Another dead body.
“Emma, where are you?” he asked, scoping the room. “If you don’t come out, he gets it.” He held up his gun against another man’s head. He clicked the gun, it was loaded. I froze, what did this maniac want with me. I couldn’t. “5.” he was counting down. I debated the situation. I didn’t know him! “….4…3”
I had to step out; I couldn’t watch another person die. “2...1”
“STOP!” I screamed. His eyes were on me. He walked over to me, licking his lips, and put his gun to his side. “Emma? Is that you?” He asked laughing. I nodded my head, slowly. He laughed again. “Well you have grown.” He said, while looking me up and down. I could feel the champagne disagreeing with me now. He was in front of me. His gun came up, touching my forehead. I was scared breathless. I didn’t dare breathe. He smiled an evil smile. And then the gun struck across my head, making me fall to the ground. Everything went black.

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