What A Laugh Chapter 1 Part 5

What A Laugh Chapter 1 Part 5

He suddenly wrenched the steering wheel of the truck sideways with such force that it swerved uncontrollably all over the road. Andy bellowed as the truck screeched to a jerky halt. "What the hell, you crazy clown!" he screamed without thinking. The Joker had already flung open the door of the truck and now leaned over in his seat, grabbing Andy by his collar and pulling him outside.

Cars skidded around them as The Joker hurled Andy to the ground, grinning and laughing with seemingly crazy eyes glinting through his make-up. "I'm sorry, Andy, I really am…but when a henchman starts to…distrust, his boss, it's not a great sign." He said, licking his lips with a loud smacking noise. Andy, in shock, remembered the gun he had put in his pocket before leaving. He wrenched it out and pointed it straight at The Joker's head.

"Clever thinking, bud…" sneered The Joker, "But you ain't gonna shoot." He wandered playfully around where his henchman sat, cowering, gun in hand. A thought flashed momentarily in Andy's mind…Batman.

The Joker seemed to read the flicker of hope on Andy's face and he laughed again, bending down. He rested neatly upon the balls of his feet and swayed slightly as he spoke. "No-one's cummin' for ya." He said, licking his lips again with a chuckle. "Well, ya know what they say, Andy…Keep you're friends close, but keep you're enemies…even closer." As he said this, he brandished his own gun. Andy fainted.

A click, followed by a bang.

Screams came from the cars around them, panicked faces and tears. "You just shot that guy!" yelled a man from his car. "Yeahhh, I know…and trust me, It wasn't fun." Began The Joker, wandering over to the car. "The cops'll have you, you freak!" shouted back the driver. The Joker made a face, "Oh I'm not a freak," he retorted "I'm not…I'm just ahead of the curve…" Another gun shot sounded and the driver slumped over in his seat.

"You were too serious." Said The Joker as if to explain himself to the world. "You should' a smiled more…like me!" he wandered back over to his own truck and jumped lightly inside. His hands fumbled in the glove-holder and re-emerged with a packet of cigarettes. Slamming the door shut with one hand and lighting a cigarette with the other, he walked casually back over to Andy's body. He took a deep puff and sat down beside Andy. The cops would be here soon, and he would be waiting for them…