Hmm... a complete JxS story. Sorta long. 
Okay, it's long. So what?
Based on my real life friends! 
*hugs Stephanie and James*
Puppet of DestinyRated: T - excessively dark
Summary: How can you fall in love with a girl you've never met? For days, he was thinking about the girl, the Joker girl. JamesxStephanie.
Genre: Romance/Angst
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I know what addiction feels like.--
She twisted and twisted and twisted the little piece of hair into its last position.
Now, they would know how it felt like being a puppet of destiny. And puppets had all the pain of the world, didn't they? Puppets were stitched. Just like her heart was stitched and she knew that the strings won't hold on too long. She knew that the stitches would pop open and that blood will seep through the wound but she'd pretend like she didn't care.
The girl looked at herself in the mirror one last time before she sucked in a quick breath.
Masks were meant to hide everything.
But she didn't know what was there to hide.
There was a deep black hole and there was blood and gore and sorrow that was sucked inside of that hole and no one ever dared to enter it. No one ever dared to enter this hole because it was too deep.
And she twisted and twisted and twisted that little piece of her.
Because every time she did, she knew that a heart vessel around her hidden heart was twisting, twisting and twisting.
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I think-I think-I think---
Stephanie looked like the Joker.
Red, pure, blood red on her face, painted, draped, smeared, popped against the white, white, white paint of her face. Red made your heart race, red made your lungs pop into pieces and made you want to breathe, breathe, breathe because really, red made you feel shocked and dead and it made you feel nauseous.
Green, bright green, electric, painted, draped, smeared, popped against her white, white, white paint of her forehead. Green made you feel like you were trapped in the Earth, like you were part of the Earth but who were you freaking kidding? You were part of a nothingness hole that everyone can see and no one dared to dug up for the dirty bones that made up her body and for her heart that would slowly dissolve into the soil and be hidden away, forever, forever, forever.
Stephanie could be the Joker if she wanted to.
But didn't have the power contained within her to do so.
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I think-I think...I know...--
The first time he saw her was close by the tree.
Hiding in her shadow.
Hiding in anything else's shadow.
Because really, she didn't have a shadow. Her shadow was inside of her, battling, screaming to get out, fighting, but she didn't know how to let it out. Her soul was locked away inside of her hole and she didn't know where she had kept the key. No one can find anything but a puppet. A puppet with a stitched body and paint smeared all over.
He wondered if he can fill, satisfy, occupy her hole with colors.
A splash of colors should've filled up her pool of black.
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No, it can't---
The first time he fell in love with her when he saw little vessels of her heart.
Red.
Love hidden away, and in the vessels, trying to stay.
Blue.
Depressed locked up inside.
And in her, he did confide.
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I don't---
At the cold dead end of the winter, her coat slung over her shoulder, her shadow still locked inside, and her hair was twisted into knots again, her face was pale and pale and God- so pale and boy, how the road was her pride. She looked at it as if it was a pathway to the road towards her pumping, living heart.
Stephanie watched as he moved towards her.
She was stiffened, she was so numb and so still that he wondered if she was alive.
He rubbed the paint, the green and red, and the white paint until he saw how her face looked like.
But he didn't see anything at all.
There was nothing.
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I can't-I don't-I know---
When her paint melt off, there was just nothing. A void of nothingness in her eyes and in her face but-
Not her heart.
Red and blue blood vessels battled, fighted, broke, and then, there was a pure sky blue sparkle in her eyes.
A splash of pure blue into the pool of darkness.
And she knew that-
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We're all puppets in a cruel world.--
She was the puppet of blackness.
He was the puppet of destiny.
And then again, together, he threw colors into her blackness, green, red, white, black--pink, blue, yellow, orange, everything and anything, all in an explosion of colors inside of her hole.
And now, her heart pumped, with real red blood.
Her mind thought, with every colorful thought. From black to red to green. Now, she was a part of the Earth, too.
And nothing can make her just bones onto the floor.
And whenever he took the paint off her face-
There was everything her face.
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I just can see the strings.--
So, do you like it? Anyone? Please? I'm desperate.
