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Alright so I don't actually own Batman *cries in a corner*, I only own my OC and the plot (good for me!) Just a warning, tho. I'm not sure how dark I'll go with this book. So just be ready for scary stuff to happen or whatever. So, without further adooooo... I present another book! Enjoy!
Psycho
"Psy-cho; noun, a person suffering from chronic mental disorder with abnormal or violent social behavior."
March 17th 2015.
Samuel Swenner woke up with a splitting headache. He groaned as it became more prominent now that he wasn't unconscious to block it out. His first thought was that he must've been out with Nick and had one too many beers. Again.
He groaned again and moved to sit up, only, he couldn't. When he tried to bring his arms to rub at his head, he found that his arms were strapped to either side of him, they were tied to a chair. His legs were in a similar position. He opened his eyes in a panic, but his couldn't see a thing. He was blindfolded.
"Hello?" he called out. He was met with nothing, only empty silence.
"Hello?" he screamed again. He was becoming more and more panicked. "Hello, is there anyone there? Help! Please, I'm tied up! I can't see anything! Please! Won't someone help me?"
Silence was his only answer. It was too deafening. It shrieked at him, laughing and yelling at him. It echoed all around him, suffocating him in a blanket of nothingness.
He bucked and squirmed as hard as he could, but to no avail. The ropes around his wrists and ankles were too thick. The more he rubbed against them, the tighter they seemed to get.
What was happening to him? Was he kidnapped? Why would someone want to do that? He was an accountant, nothing major. He had a husband and two kids! What was going on?
No one answered his silent questions. His only company was the ever present silence.
He thrashed. He screamed. He pleaded. He threatened. He cried. Nothing happened. He sat like that for hours, days, he couldn't tell. But then, he heard a noise.
It was faint at first, barely a sound. But it became louder as the time ticked slowly on. It was a voice. A girls voice, sweet and cheerful, but sounding haunting and deadly at the same time. She sounded like she was getting nearer and nearer. Sam could hear her feet click clack of heels against pavement. As she drew closer, he began to make out what she was saying.
"Oh be careful little eyes what you see," Click clack went the shoes.
"Oh be careful little eyes what you see." Click clack.
"There's a Father up above who's looking down on us, so be careful little eyes what you see!" click clack click.
Her voice was beautiful. It matched the song perfectly, only, in the wrong way. She sang it hauntingly. Letting each syllable carry out a second longer than she should have. He honey voice echoing off whatever walls there were eerily.
Samuel shivered as a spike of fear cascaded through him, freezing his veins into ice. His breath hitched and his heart stopped.
"Oh be careful little ears what you hear," click clack. The footsteps grew nearer.
"Oh be careful little ears what you hear," click clack. Closer and closer she came.
"For there's a Father up above who's looking down on us, so be careful little ears what you hear!" click clack click.
"Oh be careful little heart who you trust," clack click.
"Oh be careful little heart who you trust," clack click.
"Cause there's a Father up above who looking down on us, so be careful little heart who you trust!" click clack, a giggle.
"Oh be careful little mind how you fare," click clack, closer.
"Oh be careful little mind how you fare," click clack.
"For there's a Demon down below who's watching as you go, so be careful little mind how you fare!" the footsteps stopped right in front of Samuel. He could smell a faint perfume on the young lady. Samuel's fear barreled down upon him. What the hell was happening?
"Hello there," the girl whispered, her breath sending more shivers down his spine. Samuel stiffened.
"How does your mind fare? Has the Demon gotten it yet?" her horse voice filled the room once more.
Samuel didn't say anything, he was too scared. It was a mistake. His silence seemed to anger the girl. Sharp pain clawed at Sam's shoulder as she dug her long nails into him. Sam supressed a shout of pain. The girl leaned in closer and whispered, "How. Does. Your. Mind. Fare?" her voice could barely be heard. Sam gritted his teeth.
"F-fine," he stuttered. The nails slid out of his shoulder and Sam sighed with relief, but froze when she spoke again.
"Don't worry, my darling. I'll fix that for you. I'll fix you right up."
It was three weeks before anyone found Samuel Swenner. He was found by a bunch of teens in an abandoned warehouse. The kids called the cops and the boys in blue brought him to the police station to tell them what happened. Only there was a problem.
Samuel Swenner was not the same man he was the three weeks previous. His eyes were glazed over and he appeared like he hadn't had a shower since he went missing. When they asked him anything, he would only sputter and start muttering a song.
"Oh b-be careful l-little eyes w-wh-at ya s-see…" on and on he went. No one could get anything out of him. His husband and two daughters did everything they could but it was no use. He was insane.
The police of Gotham searched everywhere for his kidnapper, but ended out with no leads. After a couple of weeks, they stopped looking. They had more important things to deal with than an insane mans' kidnapper.
It wasn't until a month later when they regretted it. Alison Johnson went missing one night after she was done cleaning a middle school. Her boyfriend, sister, and mom called the police and another missing person was on more milk cartons.
Two weeks later, they found her. In a park. When they approached her, she didn't give them any knowledge that she had seen them. They talked to her but she just stared off into space, heeding nothing at all.
It wasn't until the third victim that the people of Gotham started calling the kidnapper, Psycho. Because whoever he kidnapped, he turned insane one way or another.
Like the ten year old girl who would only slap her hands against a wall and yell; "Death to all burgers!"
Or the seventy year old man who just said hello, over and over.
Or the police officer who would make a gun with his fingers and 'shoot' at anyone who came near him.
It was all the same. Psycho had done this all to them, and there was no way to get them back to how they were. Ever.
Psycho would pick a random person each month and turn them crazy. No one could find him and no one knew who would be next.
So for the next three years, Gotham lived in fear. And Psycho lived in insanity.
Ooooh! So scary! (not really, but I'll pretend that it is!) I hope you liked this! Please, PLEASE leave a review! I'm a lonely chicken with no friends and I appreciate any and all thoughts you have about this story. If you have any suggestions, raised eyebrows, or nitpicking, please feel free to yell at me!
Until next time!
Chicken