The Spider and the Dragons
Chapter 1: Hell
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It was just another day at Arkham Asylum; doctors were interviewing patients and giving them meds, guards making sure the patients don't escape, and patients basically doing whatever to occupy their sick minds. Arkham was the on again off again home of some of Gotham's (and a few the world's) most infamous criminals. The Riddler was thinking of riddles, Two-Face was flipping a coin over and over, the joker was thinking of ways to screw with his arc nemesis (maybe kill another Robin or cripple Gordon like he did his daughter), Harley Quinn was playing make believe with two dolls of her and the Joker, and Poison Ivy was tending to her plants. At the area for receiving new patients the door opened and in walked six people. The first two were commissioner Gordon and Batman, alongside them were a man in military garb, a Chinese woman with a Chinese style dress, and a woman wearing a green leotard and red beret. They surrounded a Korean woman who had restraints on her hands and feet and had an eyepatch.
The man looked around uneasily "are you sure about this Chun-li, Arkham doesn't exactly have a stellar record of helping people and keeping them in" he asked. Chun-li sighed "I know Guile but we don't have many options; South Korea won't take her, nor will any of the other countries she's committed crimes in, it's our only option." The leotard wearing woman gave the Korean a stern look "I wouldn't worry, even if she does escape there'll be someone here to put her back" she said. Guile glanced at Batman "that's true Cammy, but it doesn't feel right dumping her on someone else" he said. Batman interjected "it's fine, Arkham is probably the best place for her, if nothing else it'll allow us to keep an eye on her" he assured them.
The Korean girl chuckled "you really think this glorified hotel for maniacs is going to hold me" she said. Chun-li sighed "Juri, we only want to help you" she said. Juri glared at her "and what makes you think I need help, school girl" she growled. "Because something terrible happened to you and it left you with mental scars, the doctors here can help you heal them and you can live a normal life" Chun-li said, her voiced filled with empathy; but Juri didn't hear empathy, she only heard pity. Juri hated pity; pity was for the weak, people who couldn't do anything for themselves and relied on others, pity was for weak little girls who didn't fight back and just let themselves be victims. Juri wasn't weak; she was weak once, but she would never be weak again.
The next day Juri sat on a folding chair, she was in a circle with other patients. There was Poison Ivy, Harley Quinn, Victor Zsasz, Mr Freeze (who was wearing a special suit to keep him at below zero temperatures), the Riddler, Scarecrow, Two-Face, and Joker. There were two others; one was a scrawny boy with light blue hair and a girl with long blonde hair. The Doctor in charge of the group, Dr Joan Leland, addressed the group. "Okay everyone, we have a new patient" she motioned to Juri "this is Juri Han, I hope you'll all make her feel welcome."
Most of them gave her a lack luster greeting, but the boy gave her a shy smile and a wave, and the girl gave her a cheerful grin along with Harley Quinn. Joan cleared her throat "so Juri, this is the trauma support group, many patients here have suffered in some way; loss of loved ones, abuse, war, natural disasters, and many other things that can leave long lasting mental scars" she explained, "would you be alright with sharing your story." Juri sighed in annoyance but decided to get it over with.
"I was born in south Korea; my mother was your average house wife and my father was a big-name lawyer." "When I was nine I became interested in Taekwondo, my parents supported me, my dad hired the best instructor's money could buy. Mom was always there with lunch, drinks, and encouraging words; dad on the other hand, well he was one of those firm guys whose main sign of approval was one of those little nods, the kind that let's a kid know they did something right. By age thirteen I had won over a dozen tournaments, my teachers called me a prodigy, I was in the top ten upcoming Taekwondo masters in the country. It felt like my life could only go up, until it came crashing down to rock bottom."
"My dad was a stubborn guy, he wouldn't back down from something no matter what. Of course, that got him a lot of enemies, but the big daddy of them all was Shadaloo. My dad had been taking the fight to them for years, he'd put away dozens of their members, so their leader decided enough was enough. It was just another Saturday night, mom was preparing dinner, dad was going over his notes, and I was practicing in the gym dad had added to our house. Suddenly I heard the sound of wood breaking and mom scream."
I ran to the sound and saw my mom and dad on their knees, there were five guys; two keeping my parents on their knees, two guarding the door they smashed in, and one standing in front of them. He talked about how my dad should have stayed out of Shadaloo's way, how he brought this on himself. That's when he noticed me and when I noticed the gun in his hand. I stood there like a deer in the headlights, he smirked at my dad then he pointed the gun at me. At this point I had tears rolling down my face along with my parents, dad begging him not to do it."
"My mind was screaming at me to do something, to run or find a way to stop him, but my body just wouldn't listen. There was a bang and pain like I had never felt before, I could feel the blood run down my face and hear my parents screams of horror and anguish, then I blacked out. A little bit later I woke up, my face was killing me, and I couldn't see out of my left eye. I got to my knees and that's when I saw my parents in a pool of blood. I crawled over to them, begging them to wake up; to not leave me alone, but they didn't answer."
Their bodies were cold, and they had blank looks on their bloody faces. One of my arms slipped and I fell to the floor. I was soaked in my parent's blood, I got on my hands and knees and stumbled away, I went towards the kitchen to get a phone to call for help. I managed to stand up and dial when I started feeling light headed, I could hear someone on the phone. I fell back to the floor; my brain was so fucked up that I couldn't say anything. I lied on my side when I noticed mom's purse on the floor near me, the guys who killed them probably knocked it over. Her little make up container with a mirror was near me, the fall opened it and I saw my reflection."
"my eye was gone; all that was left was a bloody socket, I was covered in blood. that's when I blacked out again and when I woke up I was in the hospital."
Juri studied the faces of the group; Scarecrow had a contemplative look on his face, most of the others looked indifferent, the boy, girl, Harley, and Doctor looked sympathetic. Then the joker started laughing "something funny clown" Juri growled. "Oh, not the story, it just reminded me of something I told someone a while ago" he said, "all it takes is one, bad, day to turn the sanest person insane."
Later Juri sat in her room, she contemplated the deranged clown's words. Just one day; one bad, shitty, fucked up day to set her on the path she was on now. The door to her room opened and a guard motioned for her to exit "lunch time" he said simply. She sat alone in the cafeteria, the food wasn't the best, but it wasn't the worst. That's when the boy and girl from earlier took a seat at her table.
"Hey name's Yang" the girl said in a friendly tone, like greeting someone you just met at school. "Crona" the boy said, a skittish look to him. "So, what's your major malfunction" Juri asked. "Apparently I got this thing with my brain that makes me go berserk over even the littlest thing, not get real mad berserk, pure blind rage kill anything in your path berserk" yang said. Crona shivered "let's just say my mom was not nice to me, at all" he said.
Juri knew the kind of state Yang was talking about, she could get like that when she was really into a fight, as for Crona she'd been around enough foster kids to see signs of abuse, always looking like they were expecting someone to throw a punch. "Who brought you to this shithole, some Interpol losers decided they didn't want to deal with me anymore and dumped me here" Juri asked. Yang sighed sadly "my dad, he figured this is the best place for me to get help, my little sister couldn't stop crying on the drive here" she said. "The police brought me here, after they arrested my mom they put me in foster care, but I kept acting up, so I was brought here" Crona said.
Juri couldn't help but chuckle "you wanna know something I left out at that meeting" they looked at her curiously. "religion tells us that bad people go to Hell, but when I saw myself in that mirror I realized something: we're already there."
AN: hey everyone, I hope you like the new story. I know I'm making new ones when I should just work on the older ones but what can I say, ideas pop in my head and I just got to get them down. Also I've said this before but Juri is woefully under used in fanfiction in my opinion, she's honestly my favorite, maybe it's because she's just crazy, maybe it's because she's a villain with a understandable reason for being a villain. Anyway I hope you enjoy.