"Will you state why you're here again, Miss?" Officer Michael says as he walked down the rows of cells with the strange woman.
"Just to check on Mr. Falcone, his lawyer sent me." The woman says. She wore a simple black dress outfit, like she was working in an office, and her dark, flawless hair was pulled back in a bun. Her black heels clicked against the marble floor, which seemed louder than the shouting inmates at Arkham Asylum.
"May I see your I.D. again?" he says, stopping before they reached Mr. Falcone's holding cell. She smiles sweetly,
"Of course." She says and takes out her I.D.
Officer Michael inspected it carefully. Her name was Jamie Smyth, and there was her date of birth, photo, etc but she seemed flamiler, and he didn't know why. He nods, stepping out of the way and letting her pass.
The woman stood infront of the glass wall, looking into the room. Mr. Falcone was sitting in one of the chairs, his wrists and ankles restrained. He had a wild look in his eyes, and his head twitched to the side slightly.
"Scarecrow… s-scarecrow…" he mutters. The woman frowns, almost disapprovingly, she turns to the officer.
"What does he mean by "scarecrow"?" she says, gesturing to Mr. Falcone. The Officer sighs, looking at Falcone.
"We don't know. We think it's a figment of his imagination that's haunting him. Well, that's what Dr. Crane said-" but the woman cut him off.
"Crane? Dr. Crane? As in Jonathan Crane?" she says, stiffening slightly. He nods, noticing her sudden mood change.
"Yes, ma'am." He answers. She nods, glancing at Falcone, then starts walking.
"I need to go, where Jonathan- I mean, Dr. Crane is?" she says. Officer Michael hurried to catch up with her, wondering why she suddenly got agitated.
"Uh, in his cell here, at Arkham, for the past few months." He stumbles over his words. She nods, walking out of the gate and turns to him.
"Thank you, Officer Michael. I think I will be paying another visit to Arkham Asylum. But next time it well be personal." She says. She shifted her purse on her arm then turns, walking out.
Officer Michael sighs, shaking his head.
"Hey, Mike." His friend, Officer Justin said from behind the desk. Michael turns,
"What's up, man?" Officer Justin looks at him in complete shock.
"I-I think we just let a fugitive in and out of Arkham." He stutters. Officer Michael frowns, turning to the computer screen.
Sure enough, there was a facial match from the woman, and besides her being marked as a criminal it said her name in bold letters at the bottom;
BREANNE WALKER
Authors Note:
So, here it is! Finally! Part 1 of the sequel, I will warn you, I probably wont upload constantly, since i'm back in school . but i'll try my hardest. What do you guys think? Review and tell me what you think!
-K