Note: This story is gonna be sorta like a songfic. I'm gonna give a song and suggest you listen to it while reading the chapter.
Chapter 1's Song: Christian's Inferno-Green Day
Author's Note: This is my first story published, and is just a little taste of what may come! Please R&R! Thanks
Chapter 1:
Escape
Jonathan Crane~
The lights shining down on me were too bright. Gaudy florescence. I blinked a few times, my eyes watering. As soon as I regained focus, I found myself in a room with four other men all in Official uniform: white suits with black accents, like buttons and lapels, wrists, the trim. It was finished with a black uniform hat.
I took in my surroundings; a white padded cell, a single white cot. I laughed. They didn't even have me in a straightjacket. The fools.
"Doctor, please, enlighten me on what you seem to find funny. I'd love to know." One of the Officers said, a bit sarcastically.
I lifted my arms out to the sides a bit, gesturing to my surroundings. "All this for harmless, undisruptive me? I keep to myself and do my job running the Arkham Asylum. That's all." That you know. I added in my head.
"I am truly sorry Doctor, but I was unaware that you did not realize you've been found guilty of the murder of five men and have been declared insane." A different Officer tells me.
"No, I do realize that, but I am asking why you would suspect anything, and why the judge had found me guilty. You have no evidence, any connection that ties the crime to me. You don't know anything. You can't contain me. No matter where you put me, I will always get out." The Association will make sure of it.
"Jesus, you really are insane." The head of the government brigade standing in front of me, the Official, exclaimed.
I began laughing. Full-throttle laughter. I had the funniest thought. "Ah, yes. How peculiar. The insane running the asylum. Now, what are you going to do about that?" I got out after my laughter calmed down. I had to be careful about that. I'd heard of a new guy in town; The Joker. People said he laughed at anything, including his own pain. By my definition, and it should count considering my degree in psychology, that man was insane. I, however, was not.
"Well, for starters, we're going to lock you up so you don't have chance to cause any more trouble. How's that sound?"
I smirked and cautiously clicked a button inside my sleeve, making sure they didn't see the action. Then with a smile I said, "I grant you my luck with that, because you don't know me at all. The next time you want to lock me up, make sure you do. Otherwise, it could end up badly for you." The Official opened his mouth to ask what I meant by that, but the toxin knocked them out before he could get a word out.
"Now that worked too well." I smiled to myself. I then relieved all men of their handguns and stashed them under my jacket for future use. I turned around in the threshold and bowed to the unconscious figures.
"Thank-you. You have all been most co-operative." I walked out of the room, down the hall, and out of the asylum's front doors. I breathed in a lung-full of fresh air. Time to get on with my day.
Aaaaah! I am so sorry that the chapter is so short! I will try to write longer one's in the future. This is sort of more like a prologue than a chapter itself, so that is one excuse for it being so sort.
Thanks so much for reading!
Cat ;)
