DISCLAIMER; I DO NOT own any of the original Batman characters. I own: Irene, Moe/Molly Crane/Jones, Vaporie Crane/Wayne, Karma Crane. MusicalMayhem98 owns Aideena and Musical Mayhem. All others such as Jonathan crane/ scarecrow. Batman and robin, Music meister etc. belong to DC comics. The Dr. Crane portrayed from this story is the one from Batman begins.
The Story of Karma Crane. Ch1.
Karma could feel the heat of the fire was radiating towards her hungrily. Her tears glinted in the light of the orange flames. Watching her home burn. Seeing her family's memory being wiped totally clean of her existence. She felt as if her insides were falling through and hour glass into nothing. She felt like she was becoming hollow. As if she were made of nothing now.
She was dragged away from the scene, screaming in agony was all she could do. Though her effort was for nothing. No one could hear her. Out in the middle of nowhere. She was roughly shoved into a white van. The doors slammed and locked tightly behind her. She banged on the back. In the dark and alone. Her worst nightmare. The darkness was rising. If only she knew to save her breath it was nowhere near over. In fact it was just beginning.
She was blindfolded the instant the van doors opened. Still flash blinded her surroundings were still unsure. She was being walked down a hallway that's all she could figure. A door opened and was placed inside whatever kind of room it was. The floor was made of doctor's office tile. Her hands were untied, she quickly removed the blindfold. Alone again? There was a small cot and a stainless steel table. One fluorescent light radiated above her. She sat on the cot, wondering what next. Obviously the door would be locked. No use wasting energy to check. Who knew how far a meal or water was.
After a while the lights went out. Indicating it was bedtime. How could she sleep? Her family wouldn't remember her… She watched them gaze at her confused and blank faced. She was only seven. She heard a small hissing sound. A gas filled the room. The memories of the flames her parent faces. The van. Snakes everywhere! Screeching noises were around her. She screamed in agony "MAKE IT STOP!" she was sweating. A snake bit her hand and a sharp pain shot through and up her arm. The door opened letting more snakes in. Along with that a man walked in. He looks about 18 maybe 19 or older.
Kama was banging her hand on the sheets trying to make it all vanish or trying to make the fire in her arm dissipate. The man sat on the bed. His icy blue eyes staring into her fear filled green irises. He held her hand and said "What do you fear most, Karma?" she couldn't answer. She was still in a state of speechless shock that the gas had obviously caused. "Is it snakes? Losing your family?" how did he know what she was seeing? Was she yelling unwarily? I guess so. She just glared angrily up at him.
"No need to be so hostile. I am Dr. Jonathan Crane. Soon, you will not remember any of this. You will think no more about this traumatic night. Okay? So don't be so upset." Will not remembering help her? No it wouldn't just when maybe things were looking up for her in school. She released the grip on his hand and turned her head into the pillow. The illusions were fading away slowly. He sat quietly as she sobbed into the pillow. She wanted to go home, but there was nothing to go home to.
The next day when she woke up he was gone. She must have fallen asleep while she was crying. Little Karma, sweet innocent little Karma. She walked over to the door and yelled. "Who's out there?" she banged loudly. The door creaked open. A long boring white hallway extended in front of her. Her tiny feet walking down the hall filled with locked doors. She came across an open door. The same man from the night before was sitting on a small couch. He was reading a portion of the newspaper. A clock on a wall told her the time was 7:30 A.M. she walked in cautiously. He motioned for her to sit on the couch with him but she just stood there. These weren't the types of decisions she was used to making. "Karma it is okay. You can trust me." She was still hesitant. "Come now." He ordered in a strict tone. Her long black hair billowed behind her as she swiftly obeyed.
She sat quietly as he read a few more lines. He looked at her. "Did you sleep well?" she replied flatly "No." she was just beginning to really put together what all had happened last night. "Karma you are going to move in with me and be my daughter." (there's that didn't know how else to throw that in there…-author-) Her eyes popped out of her head. "What? No way jose!" she jumped up and backed away quickly. She took a few quick steps before tripping. She landed on her butt. "I want my mom!" she sobbed into her hands.
"I'm not really giving you a choice. Besides, you won't even remember them soon." After those words a goon with an odd mask hauled her to a new room. Similar to the last. This one just had a cot and a very tiny stool that held a syringe. She was flaming now. She punched the wall. "Noooooooo!" she yelled. Her tantrum flared and raged. Feet stomping, heavy breathing and screaming. She plopped onto the cot. While was face down into the cot someone came into the room. She didn't even care.
She felt the cold needle slide into her flesh. It went black.
-author's note.- Karma. Poor thing… This shows a lot of comedy later on. But there is also a lot of action and drama. I can't wait to write the Mon Shiny story! It's hilarious. _Vap_
