Okay second chapter much longer than the first, but that was just an intro. Alright this is him escaping from Arkham or however you spell it.
I chuckle as I step over the body of the bloody guard.
"Note…to self," I murmur, "Sporks…they, uh, theey…cooome in handy.
I grab the next guard by the neck and shove him into the wall. I bring my plastic utensil to his throat and say "Death by spork? What a waaaay to go."
I shove the spork through his throat and pierce the jugular vein. The guy slides down the wall leaving streaks of blood on the new coat of paint. I swipe my finger through the dark red liquid and stick it in my mouth. "Hmmmm… needs something… More salt?"
I walk down the rest of the hall, bright white paint stark against the random splashes of blood from my numerous victims. Lights flicker in my peripheral vision, though my attention is focused mainly on the exit not twenty feet away.
My face is uncovered and my scarred mouth is upturned in a smile. I mean what is more fun than shovin' a spork through an officer's neck?
" Put the, um… Is that a spork?" A guard yells as he rounds the corner behind me.
Turning to face him, I glare at him with my dark brown eyes, bloodlust shining in the flicker of the lights. "Yeah… you see I was sitting their with my lunch when I had… uh, a rev- elation."
I stepped forward a few feet and he froze, gun in the air pointed straight at my face. "Well that's not very… nice." I whisper as, in a flash I'm right in front of him.
Apparently that freaked him out a bit. I guess I can be slightly, hmmm, intimidating.
" You see." I pause to lick my lips, sort of a habit on my part. " You see I was sitting their and I, uh, I saw the end of my little u-tensil. I wondered if maybe it was, uh, sharp enough to get under yerr skin."
I bring my hand up and shove it in his face. It has a long gash in it from where I slit it with my spork.
"Uh-pparently it was. I thought, hey, why not give escaping a shot. I don't do that very offff-ten and I, uh, I just felt like I was, uh, you know." I pause to get real up close and personal with his face. "On. My. Game." I growl in my Batsy imitation voice.
"So I brought some." I open up my orange, I hate that color by the way, Arkham uniform. I have row upon row of taped up sporks arrayed on the inside flaps and across my chest. "Spares."
The guards eyes opened real wide at that. And of course that caused my laughter to fill the depressing halls of the Asylum. Oh these guards are just too funny.
"Wanna here a joke?" this throws him off a bit, but that was my intention.
"Huh?" I laugh at the surprised look on his face. Oh I love theses guys. Their just so much fun to kill.
"Knock Knock!"
"Ummm… Who's their" He stammers out.
"Good."
"Good who?"
"Good Bye!" I yell as I shove the spork straight through his eye.
"Hee, Hoo, hahahaha!!"
I turn and walk back down the hallway and out the doors, my maniacal laugh still ringing in the hall.
So, Waddya think. Good? Bad? Urges you to kill? Review please!! And just so you know I had absolutely nothing to inspire me I just sat down and thought it might be creative for him to wreak havoc with the evil spork masterminds. (I'm telling you their evil XD) I'll update as soon as I can think of something for the next chapter -