#some guns

Hi guys - here is part 3 (whether you wanted it or not!)

I apologize now - its a bit random - not really an intricate part to the story so you could skip it and the rest of the story still make sense, but I needed a bit to get it from A to B and throw a tiny bit more Joker in it and well I started writing it and this is what happened...

If you like it I’d really appreciate feedback - or if you want me to do any requests I am more than happy to give them a go - once again thanks for reading! I get a little burst of happiness when anyone likes my stuff - it makes my day so I appreciate it!!

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I thought I’d seen someone – maybe someone to help. But I must have been hallucinating from my falls as I could still feel same rough and sharp tarmac on my cheek and the cold air, which before was a welcome my warm skin was now a sharp sting to my uncovered arms.

My head felt thick and heavy and my eyes remained closed. I could now sense every inch of my body – the pounding on my skull, the stinging of my palm, the striking force of the gash in my leg. Now that I focused on it the pain seemed to increase in its intensity causing me to grit my teeth, scrunch my face up and clench my hands into fists.

Except… one hand was curled under me – where I guess I had fallen on it – but the other I felt suspended above my head – but not by my own muscles.

That was when I opened my eyes – it was still dark - either I had been out for a few hours or 24hours. I could see it was lighter than when I had run from the club – the very start of a sun rise.

I glanced up at my arm and my eyes quickly adapted to the dim light to see it suspended by a rope to a nearby drain pipe.

Using the arm suspended and my other hand I shoved myself into a sitting position – bracing against the pain in every part of my body.

As I looked around I realised I wasn’t in the same place – I was on the edge of the club’s car park – to the right of the building that was now rubble and metal framework. The site shocked me and I turned away to feel the tears slip down my eyes, already slightly brought on by the pain and my pitiful situation. That club had practically been my home for so many years it hurt me to see it now reduced to nothing but dust and stone.

I let my eyes wander around the car park – the outline of my car still sat forlorn in the same space I had left it in earlier that night - apart from that it appeared quiet and empty, or at least from what I could see through the early morning gloom.

I curled myself up tightly with my knees pressed to my chest against the wind that whipped through the open car park. I was alone, in serious pain and trapped. ‘But why was I trapped? Who had seen me lying unconscious and decided the best idea was to tie me to a drain pipe? At least they had the courtesy to move me away from the inferno that had been the club, so clearly they wanted me alive – or did they want to kill me themselves?’

“Oh god.” I murmured to myself watching my breath cloud around me. I closed my eyes in defeat and rested my head on my knees. ‘Come on [Y/N] the best you can do in this situation is sit there and hide your face?’ I thought at myself angrily. I looked up again at the rope that held me – it looked relatively slim and weak. I pulled on the rope and felt the ache run throughout my arm – pulling it wasn’t going to do any good though, the knot was too tight.

But hang on. It was a rope – and it was tied. And one of my hands was free. I reached my free hand above my head but couldn’t reach the knot.

I twisted my body around and, using the brick wall behind me, pushed myself into a squat with my one good leg and pulled myself upright with the wall and my tied wrist, feeling the plastic pipe give way slightly with under my weight.

Now stood upright I kept the weight off my bad leg – the simple movement having caused it to start throbbing like hell. From here I could easily reach the knot by bending down slightly.

Keeping one ear out for whoever did this to me I got to work on the knot. Working one handed on the stiff rope with cold, numb hands with a slight concussion (from what I could guess) meant that it took longer than usual to undo it.

I was just beginning to make progress when I thought I heard something. Was that a car? It seemed to be coming from my left. I finally slipped my wrist free from the restraint when I saw headlights flash round the side of the building and a white van was driving towards me.

The headlights had yet to illuminate the place I was stood and I seized the opportunity to follow the wall of the building at a run till I reached the roadside and hid behind the corner of the wall.

I shouldn’t stay here, I knew, but I stayed anyway – curiosity did kill the cat.

I heard the van pull into the car park and screech to a halt. The van door slide open with a loud thud.

“Where is she?!” A familiar growl ripped the air. I didn’t have to look round the corner to know who it was. I could almost see his painted lips, his pale skin, and his bright green hair – probably in a mess from the club attack.

I heard a shot fired. I glanced quickly round the corner praying he wasn’t looking in my direction to see him striding towards where the rope now hung limp. He snarled “How did she possibly undo it?!” He spun around to glare at the group of men who had exited the van and now stood around by the bonnet watching him in fear, except one who I presumed to be Frost who stood by the sliding door near the back of the van.

None of them spoke. He shot at the ground by their feet causing them all to jump.

“No one any ideas?!” He demanded of them grinning. He had yelled every sentence so far so I could easily hear him.

“Tell me this then. Who tied her up?!” He glared at them all daring a response. I didn’t hear a reply from any of the men but the Joker clearly did.

“Would you kindly explain how this predicament occurred then James?” He asked politely, but his words seemed to drip with menace.

“You don’t know?!” He asked in mock confusion. “How about you talk me through it then? You took her from the alley way, put her here? Then what? Tied her arms up?” He paused. “No? You didn’t tie her up?!” He demanded in annoyance. He paused again, obviously listening to the man I could hear every so slightly mumble a response.

“STOP-” He screamed in anger and then returned to his normal sinister volume “Stop your damn mumbling.” I saw him rotate his neck round, stretching his muscles in frustration. “You mean to tell me that you only tied up ONE of her arms?! She’s not an idiot, unlike some! She can untie a bloody knot with one hand!” He snarled.

BANG. I saw the body drop down. That was enough it was time for me to leave. I spun around and headed off carefully and quietly, not daring to run so close to the car park in case my feet made too much noise on the pavement.

Once I felt safely out of ear shot I began to run. I didn’t know this part of town that well once I had gotten a few streets away from the club, and I knew I was going in the opposite direction to my home, but my main focus was to put as much distance as possible between me and them.

I kept an ear out for traffic and dived behind anything suitable to hide behind whenever I heard the sound of a motor but I never saw a white van – they must have gone back the way they came.

I kept running until I found a familiar road and wandered back toward my flat before pausing. ‘That’s where he’ll expect me to go. I need to find somewhere else.’

This was my favorite song from last night. Well maybe not. Maybe it was. I don't know. I liked this one, too. (Apparently a German guy told him he should rename the song to "My name friend Jay-Z" which LOL).