Joker sat in the chemistry lab he had killed his way into, now in a college lab with tons of chemicals, toxins, and posons he felt like he was in paradise. Moving along the tables and cabinents he began to pick up items like he was at a supermarket laughing when he came across something truly dangerous or highy explosive. Slamming the components onto the table next to a large area of chemistry equipment he got to work mixing, combining, seperating, and even inventing. His first task was more Joker Gas which he planned to make five more vials to go with what he already had. His hands moved quickly setting the ingrediants, fixing the burners, mixing and compounding. For a psycho murdering clown Joker was a master chemist able to make all the known chemicals, viruses, toxins and compounds and even a few unknown ones like Joker Gas and Mutant Morph.
The compound took awhile and the day was beginning to shift into night. The chemical boiled on the burners as Joker set about working on other things he needed to do. Starting with his Martial arts he moved some desks and tables and went through routines of reading and countering. His hands moved quickly blocking imaginary blows from all sides. Each motion moved him away while getting closer to one enemy and away from another in his mind. He knew he could drop a container of the gas but it would defeat the purpose of being better. After several hours he stopped and sat down staring at the chemical compound. His eyes watched the boiling and fixing of the chemical. His hands moved over to another chemistry set and started adding components while working down the line. Anthrax powders, Nightshade poison, Siris poison, Mutant Morph. Soon the entire room was going with the chemicals made by Jokers wicked mind. His eyes liit up as he walked amongst his babies deciding to make five of each item.
He moved over to a large thick wooden table and sat down, looking at the wood he grinned and began to slam his head down over and over. The slam of the skull to wood was a sickening sound as it continued to smack and smack. It sounded like wet meat hitting a anvil over and over. Blood poured down his skull but he ignored it and continued to smash his head down. This was a way to take more blows and lessen the damage. To numb his body to the effects of pain. During the week he had used a system of striking staffs against his body to increase the resistance to blunt damage while hardening his body. Even now under the purple suit he wore was hardened muscle as strong as rock. His eyes floated back to the chemicals, getting up he walked over to them and began to stir, check, and test to see if they were anywhere near ready. Sadly none were so he sat back down at his stool. Instead of banging his head again he pulled out a large wad of cash and dropped it on the table.
Green eyes stared down at the cash with a fatherly look. Leaning down he whispered to it quietly. "You know, you rule this world with no love or hatred, you simply are and wars are fought over you. People die by the thousands to get their hands on you and I just can't see why. Your just a illusion of power." Pulling out his lighter he lit the five thousand dollars worth of cash on fire and turned back to his stuff. Stting there he giggled and slipped to the cabinents. Pulling out chemicals and flammable lquids he turned to a back up set and began to mix and match. His hands were ablur as he added components to make Greek Fire but more destructive and widespread. Walking over he began to get his new toxins, chemicals, and poisons while setting them in their own containers. Oval bombs, gas sprays, flower holders and more. His body was a walking plantation of chemical death. Making sure everything was set so it wouldn't blow up on his body he walked outside only to meet a bunch of cops with guns. Standing there his eyes flicked over them before he leaped back inside laughing as bullets rained into the door. Running upstairs back to the chemistry lab he grabbed every component he could see and began mixing quickly. The sound of boots and heavy breathing alerted him. Standing up he held two buckets in his hands. Moving quietly he slipped into the hall way and behind another door, the Swat team moved in there usual fashion two on two while sweeping. Joker waited until they were at his door and gave a devastating kick to the door causing it to swing out smashing the cop in the face. Spinning out he unleashed the buckets onto the firt three guys causing them to scream as the acid which had been eating away at the buckets fed into flesh instead.
Weaving through the group he drew his knife. His mind raced of the human anatomy and all the weak points, vital organ locations, nerves, muscles, and tendants. His knife flashed out delving into the upper base of the spine where the skull and spine met. The seven inch blade went in and sideways cutting several vens along the way. Moving his arm around he caught a rifle barrel and pushed it to the side as the Swat cop opened fire. The movement of the gun sent the bullets into the man he just stabbed. Joker brought in a powerful side kick slamming it into the cops stomach. Moving around he slammed the cops elbow down on Jokers shoulder breaking the arm. the man screamed before a palm slammed into this nose driving the bone into the skull. The head snapping back joker slit his throat. Spinning the dead cop around a series of bullets were fired as the two of the four remaining members fought to stay alive. The bullets hit the body of their once fellow officer. Grabbing the cops gun he drew it and fired twice one into the skull of each cop. Lifting the gun he fired a bullet into the temple of his human shield letting the body drop sideways. Joker stood in the hall a knife in one hand and a pistol in the other. His scarred smile looking down at the dead members f the police force.
Joker walked to the window looking down at the people below, his eyes fixed on them as they called for more help against the psycho in the building. The Clown smiled and walked into the lab and over to the gym bag he had carried in. Opening it he looked lovingly at a bunch of C4 bombs. Picking up the bag he walked through the buildng setting them at key locations. Down in the Basement of the School the Joker connected the C4 to the Stone beams holding up the school. Laughing he picked up two canisters and ran upsatirs holding them. Another SWAT team had moved in and as they turned the corner Joker threw the first chemical into them causing it to explode on the first three. His second he slammed against the wall causing it to catch fire, His aim as a marksman sadly for the cops was dead on as the flaming molotov hit the first row sending them into a burst of white fire that on contact spread out. Anywhere the flaming liquid landed began to melt as the super intense heat ate away at flesh, muscle, and bone. The cops rolled on the ground before succumbing to their fate. The last two looked up with anger burning in their eyes. Joker stood smiling and nimbly stepping to the side as a torrent of bullets hit the wall of where he was a moment before.
The two officers yelled and charged in fueled by anger and hatred. As they stepped in Joker met the first one with his knife directly into the throat, the second had time to gasp before Jokers foot slammed into his temple driving his head into the stone wall with a bloody crunch. Twisting the knife he opened the cops throat and cutting several arteries watched the blood pool out. Turning around he opened a window and holding a cylinder metal oval threw it down to the cars below. As it hit the cops gathered around just as it released it's contents. The ten cops who had surronded it started with a chuckle but soon their intense laughter could be heard upstairs. Clutching stomachs the cops laughed themselves to eath unable to breath. The few who were lucky to get medical attention would live to Jokers irk but a simple thing. A voice made Jokers head turn as a single cop stepped forward holding up his hands. The deranged Clown stared at the man who began calling himself Jokers friend and telling him he just wanted to help. As he spoke the man walked forward before lunging to strike out, Joker turned his body catching the fist and drove his palm up into the man's extended elbow snapping the arm.
Laughing Joker jumped around the man pointing as the cop held his broken arm. The man reached for a hidden gun only to have Jokers knee connect with the other shoulder and busting it out of socket with a loud agonizing POP. The officer screamed in pain which was followed by a grunt as a right uppercut dropped him on his back. Joker leaped forward and sat down on the man's chest his knife in one hand and a bubbling toxin in the other, gray smoke slithered out of the top. "You know what this is piggy? This is a lot of fun for me and a lot of pain for you. I hope you enjoy." Joker drove his fist into the man's stomach causing him to yell which allowed Joker to pour the concotion down the man's throat. "That's called Lumatusa...a design of mine that I think your going to find fun." Grabbing the cops jacket Joker dragged him to the window and pushed him out. As he impacted the ground his body changed, his mind going, going, gone. The creature that arose was mutated with a slagging face, a bulbous body, and a carnage replacing his desire to help. The one thing Joker did leave with the chemical was a sense of awareness without any control. The body lumbered towards the cops one brave soul stepping forward calling the old negotiatiors name. As the man said it again the creature collided with him and exploded destrying both men. Joker laughed at the sight while others vomited and civilians screamed.
Joker had to admit this was becoming a lot of fun. The commotion made Joker look down as cops with Riot shields, fully automatics, and body armor ran through the crowd. It seemed the feds had arrived and they were playing the old book. Joker turned his head as he expected the power was shut down, any minute a call would come in telling him he was outmatched and should surrender. Joker chuckled and picking up one of the guns used by the old swat team he set down on one knee and aimed. His target was a man in a black suit talking to two other men dressed the same. The man had a slight twitch and Joker counted a gust of wind every 0.7 seconds. The height of the building with the trajectory of the bullet and the possability of someone stepping in the way all came to the mind quickly. Joker squeezed the trigger and two bullets ejected the cartridge and spun, the first one coming out followed by the second which had gone up into the gun and spun along the inner rails and out the barrel. The bullets collided with flesh the first going through the back of the skull and out the eye while the secnd took him a little below the first into the base of the neck and down the path out of the throat and into the heart of the man opposite of him. Pandamoniam erupted as the two of the three men dropped. Joker set the rifle on the ground and smiled at the foolish idiots. Joker had a plan for this city and it was gonna be a laugh.
The Special forces that had enetered the building behind the riot shield for protection. Joker walked the halls whhistling as the army soldiers came closer. The cops found the maniac clown sitting on a stool staring at them with a large grin, guns were raised and fingers were a hairs breath from the trigger. As they took aim Joker lifted a little black box and winked. Pushing hard on the ground the stool fell back throwing Joker out the window onto the fire escape just as his finger hit the button. The wired room exploded in a inferno of fire and shrapnel tearing the soldiers to pieces. The Riot shield was thrown through the wall by the explosive impact of the C4. Joker stepped back inside looking at the damage and the fires. A grunt made his head turn and the Riot shield owner laid on the ground with a gaping chest. Laughing Joker walked over and leaned down staring at the man. His hand raised up grabbing the clown by his purple suit. "Why"? Joker sat for a second than laughed. "Because it's not part of the plan. A group of soldiers like you gets blown up, a cop in the city gets shot, a innocent man goes to prision and no one cares. Because it's all part of the plan. However, if one little mare dies than everyone starts freaking out because it wasn't part of the plan. I'm going to destroy the plan." His knife twisted around driving into the skull of the soldier.
Standing up he walked to the window and stared down grinning. He had killed Swat, a negotiatior, several students, two fbi agents and now a group of soldiers. Who else would they send? Joker looked down at the crowd where a man ran forward yelling his kid was inside, Joker looked around for a moment trying to remember what he did with the bodies. He laughed and hopped over to the closet and opened it up, bodies that had been crushed inside to fit fell out in a flop of limbs and bodies. Joker began working through to see if he could find one who looked like the man. Sighing he stepped away and walked to the window sticking his head out. "What's your kids name?" The guy looked hopeful at the clown hoping he had spared his son. "Jacob." The man yelled. Joker nodded and stepped inside walking over to the bodies he began to look at I.D. badges. Finding the one and only Jacob amongst the group his knife flicked out and began to cut away the flesh and muscle. Finally all that was left was to cut through the bone which took a few minutes. Joker grinned and walking over picked up a powder and sprinkled it on the head.
Walking to the window he signaled for the man to come closer. The guy smiling with tears in his eyes hoping to talk to his son ran forward. Joker waited until he was close and through out the grousome present right into the mans hands. A hunting scream ripped from his throat as he dropped the severed head, but another damage had been done as the powder quckly ate away the flesh on the mans hands. The skin boiled away and dropped off like burnt fat, muscle and sinew seared and bone came more and more into view. Medics ran over but nothing they had was for the old design of a acid made by the early egyptians. The man soon only had bones for hands and a severed sons head which had turned to a skull. Joker laughed and slipped back inside trying his best not to kill the father with the son but the man's crippled life was plenty. A scream from outside on a bullhorn was heard and it said the same thing blah blah turn yourself in. Joker grinned wondering why he would do that when he was having so many laughs. This place was a chemical paradise and anyone who stepped into his playhouse of death would be buried inside. Joker looked out as more soldiers were brought in this time by a large truck with the Rangers insignia. Now Joker knew he would be in for a fight and he was looking forward to facing the highly trained soldiers. The soldiers leaped out of the truck and turned their heads toward the building as the last of the feds ran up and began to inform them of the situation. As the fed spoke he noticed the rangers weren't even looking their way and asked if something was wrong. The Captain looked at the fed than back to the building. "Just wondering if it's one of our own in there or something much more dangerous." The fed stood stunned that these guys would think anyone was more deadly than a army ranger.
The battalion moved as one towards the building, yes Joker could have picked them off with his rifle but the five story building was going to be a playground for this fight. Setting his chemicals on the table he dropped all but his knife which he kept shown on his side. The nutso clown walked out of the third floor room and sat down against the wall watching the stairs. Soon the sound of feet was heard as the rangers came into view fully armed. Seeing the clown they stopped and eyed him, seeing no weapon but the knife, the rangers as one put down their guns and walked up. Coming close Joker stood up and walked a few feet down the hall before turning around to face the men. "Honorable?" The Captain nodded and the first of the five stepped forward. A large muscled black man who moved with a easy sway. Joker Nodded and stood still waiting. His knife still in the belt. Green eyes watched the man who stepped forward slowly before throwing a right hook only to be stopped by Jokers arm and knocked back by a straight kick to the man's right upper torso where the weight was less balanced. The man rolled and came up, walking forward he threw a combo. The first punch and kick was blocked but the elbow uppercut caught Joker under the jaw and a spinnign back kick to his chest sent him to the ground. The moment his back touched he rolled coming up on his hands and back to his feet. The Ranger nodded and slipped in closer and threw a combo. A front kick first ended the fight as Joker caught the leg and brought his foot up slamming it into the muscle and nerves under the leg, the man's leg went numb allowing Joker a swift elbow to the top knee where the man screamed. The clowns hand shot up grabbing the throat and with a savage jerk crushed the mans windpipe letting him drop to the ground.
Joker lifted his hand and the Captain grimmaced but through him a pistol, taking aim Joker fired once into the Black Rangers skull ending his suffering. Why Joker was suddenly being this guy was beyond anyone there but he was doing the fair rules of single combat engagement. The second was a Wirey Indian, his hands clenched he ran forward screaming a battle cry, his attacks were faster and more advanced causing Joker to go on the defensive. The constant blows was making the clowns defense fall and it opened him up to a roundhouse kick to the skull. Laughing Joker stood up after being knocked to the ground and licked the blood from his lips. This time he went on the offensive using several martial arts in unseen patterns. The Indians defenses crumbled allowing Joker to smash his fist twice into the mans gut and drive his knee into the man's abodomen. The man bent over and Joker grabbed his head and twisitng his whole body snapped the Rangers neck dropping him to the ground.
The captain looked at his two fallen comrades and the clown who once again stood waiting. Setting his vest aside the large german stepped forward raising his hands. His muscles on his arms bulged out revealing the Ranger tattoo. Joker bowed at the waist as the German attacked. The man was fast and powerful but this time nothing was penetrating the clowns defense. Joker had plaid with the other two now he wanted to show this man who was really in command of the show. The man brought a swinging side kick but met only air when Joker ducked and struck out a foot into the rangers knee causing it to shift sideways. As the man dropped Joker rolled over grabbing the mans arm and twisted his body in a corckscrew snapping the arm out of socket. Standing up while holding the arm his eyes flicked to the two men standing. A boot drove down into the back of the skull of the Captain crushing his face between a strong boot and the unrelenting floor. The dead body of the captain laid at Jokers feet. The other two looked at each other trying to decide if they continue the honorable path or keep their lives. Joker stood in the middle of the hall breathing hard but his psychotic stare never leaving the pair. One stepped forward drawing his knife. Joker laughed pulling his own, spinning it in his hand he watched the weaving of the mans body. The first blow was obvious. A low kick that Joker stepped over while turning as a straight thrust was aimed where he had been a moment before. Jokers knife flashed out taking the man's three last fingers on the knife hand. A loud scream from the sudden pain and the nerves screaming as blood gushed out. Joker spun the knife up into the man's chin driving it into a artery just above and to the left of the collar bone.
The last Ranger stepped forward putting down his knife not wishing to go that way, his eyes fell on the lost Rangers who had fought and died to stop this maniac only to realize he was better than all of them. Joker waited as the man walked closer. The ranger kissed a necklace with a heart on it and raised his hands for a fight. Joker watched the man for a long moment than pointed to the stairs. "Out, I have other plans." Joker turned his back on the surprised Ranger and walked into the lab. The Ranger stood for a moment before deciding his wife needed him more and grabbing his guns and the tags of his fallen allies he ran down the stairs and out the building. Joker watched him go a grin on his face as he held the rifle from before. As the Ranger neared the cars a single sound was heard and the ranger dropped to his knees than to the ground with a gaping hole in his head. Joker laughed from inside the building. Joker looked down at his satchel and smirked deciding it was time. Walking over he gathered the chemicals he had already made and taking the now empty bag filled it with the rest of the ingrediants in the classroom. Walking down stairs to the basement heopened the little black box his eyes glowing with pleasure.
The first button on the switch set off two bombs. One on the third floor where Joker was suppose to be and one on the basement floor to the sewers below. The first explsion being closer and larger muffled the sound of the Second. Leaping down Joker ran the direction of the cops and under their feet. His hand on the remote he pressed the master trigger and a C4 balooza sent the entire block into a malestrom of fire, shrapnel, and mortar. The building collapsed burying the dead of students, cops, and soldiers and of course possibly the body of a maniac clown. Joker laughed for it wasn't the first time he faked his own death and knew how useful it could be. Slipping through the sewers he walked ten miles before climbing out a grate and into the bustling city of Washington. Turning his head his eyes landed on his next target, a large white house with lots of guards and one very important and powerful man. Joker laughed as he held his bag of ingrediants and his coat of chemicals. The Joker had survived once more.
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