Author's Note:
Hello fanfiction! It's been a while, hasn't it? This is going to be the sequel to my other story, Green With Enmity. You do not have to read GWE, by the way. This story, Metamorphosis Black, however is already complete, but I'm in the process of editing everything! So I'll be posting chapter after chapter when I get the chance to. This story will be about the OC's (back in Green with Enmity) best friend, and her journey through "metamorphosis". It'll also be in first person, unlike the prologue here. This prologue is just picking up where we left off with this character. And now, without further ado, please enjoy :)
Prologue
December 11th, 2010
The dark room is musty, holding screams of panic and the smell of blood.
"Please! Help me!" She cries and gasps.
Her dark brown hair sticks to her face and her wrists are tied to the stained wooden chair with rope, scratching at the once smooth skin. The clown prince of crime himself stands in front of her, frowning at the uncooperative camera. He notices Maria as if she just appeared. The Joker waves his arms about, mocking her and mumbles something incoherent to her. Tears stream out of her wide, unknowing eyes. He frowns at her confusion. For what reason? She wouldn't know. Finally, a little red dot appears on the camera near the lens. Joker seems to smile bigger, if possible. He digs through his pocket momentarily. A glint off of the small pocket knife hits the orange light perfectly. She imagines her best friend bursting through that door to save her, and kill the Joker once and for all. She continues to struggle against the tight rope. The clown takes a step towards her, she moves back and forth, trying to break free. He clamps his hand down on the arm rest, leaning the chair back to look her straight in the eyes.
Have you ever heard a tear so horrible it chills you to the bone? The sound of her flesh tearing makes him let out a macabre laugh. Her scream rips through the room as it fuels the Joker like sugar to a kid. His black eyes go wild, and this would forever haunt Maria.
The rest is a blur, until someone behind the Joker appears. Her brown eyes grow wide and she starts wailing, yelling at the camera. Edward Nashton, their best friend. He's with the Joker. It's where he's been all this time. If Riley sees this, she'll figure out who she's talking about. Joker imitates her again, his favorite thing. "He's here, Riley! He's here!" He mimics her, cackling and waving his arms.
Suddenly the pocket knife is plunged into her neck- deep enough to injure, but not enough to kill. Maria is left there fading, her body slowly draining. Then, she's lost.
She wakes up gasping for air. The monitor to her left gradually beeps faster. She attempts to take in her surroundings, but everything is slightly blurry, giving a heaven-like appearance to the bright room. This room is nothing like the last that she faintly remembers. It smells clean, like oranges. The floor is a light hardwood, the walls painted a nice, light grey. She pries the needles out of her throbbing skin around it. The monitors beep faster and she becomes frantic, her eyes as wide as a deer's. She notices the various tools on a tray next to the machine. She could defend herself if she had to. The glossy doorknob turns slowly, as if torturing her with the unknown behind it. In walks a man with greying hair. He has simple, round glasses in his breast pocket of the white doctor's coat.
Am I actually in a hospital? Where am I?, she asks herself, almost hesitating at the possibility.
"Hello, Maria. I'm surprised, but glad to see that you're awake. How are you feeling?"
Maria becomes bewildered, questions popping into her head all at once. She doesn't remember coming here, but she knows she's talking to a stranger.
"You don't look too well, Maria. Can I get you anything?"
She feels like a kid. A kid who's scared of the dark and what's to come, who's scared of the monster that preys on her under the bed. He abruptly turns and walks out the door, leaving her by herself.
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Her eyes snap open, and she realizes she's still in the same place- it hadn't been a dream. Tears stream down her face, but she manages to call out for someone. That older man walks in so calmly she wants to slap him. She berates herself for being so rude, and wipes the tears from her face furiously.
"Who-?" she can't even get a sentence out, her throat hurting.
"I'm your doctor" he says in a cool tone.
"My doctor?"
"Precisely, dear. You're my patient. We're going to fix you, help you get better. I'm afraid you're sick, Maria."
Her breathing quickens and she suddenly feels trapped. Whatever other needles are sticking in her are ripped out in seconds. He holds out a hand with widened eyes.
"No! You can't do that! Sit back down, please!" He tries to tell Maria firmly, as he begins to back up.
"What's happened to me?! Where am I? How did I get here?" she babbles as her whole world comes crashing in on her. She pushes herself out of the bed, making an attempt to charge at him with the surgeon tool in hand. Although, she quickly realizes why there were surgeon tools near her. Her hand is about to reach out to stab the man, when she feels a sharp pain from her arm and her abdomen. A high pitched noise comes from her mouth, almost a strangled cry. Deep, crimson liquid runs down her stomach. She watches in morbid horror as her gown is soaked.
"No! Not again! Please help me" she chokes just before she hits the cool tile. Tears run down her cheeks as she sobs. The man yells for help, and two nurses storm in just as she blacks out.