"Aren't you going to ask me why I did it?" The woman speaking was 23, and had just robbed a bank and murdered two people. Her name was Kitana Summers and she was acting more like a ten year old who had just seen a horror movie.
"No Miss Summers. I already know why you did it." The man's blue eyes scolded her for doubting him.
"Then why?" The woman cocked an eyebrow. No one had really ever figured her out before.
"You were not acting upon your own orders. Someone gave you the job, you need the money. I am going to guess that you ran away when you were younger. You did not go to college, and your parents refuse to support you. You are not insane. You just need nurturing that your parents refused to give you"
"How; in the hell did you figure all that out." Something in his voice made her furious.
"I would appreciate if you would not lash out during our sessions." She didn't respond.
"Would you like to see my mask?"
Kitana Summers woke herself up before the dream could get worse. As she got out of bed, she cursed Jonathan Crane. But as she made eggs and tea, she couldn't help but wonder how many people had been affected by the doctor. How many days after she had escaped had Dr. Crane still been Doctor Crane?
It worried Kit's friend and weapons dealer how much she thought about her old doctor at Arkham. It wasn't an obsession, but it was close. Kit didn't deny that she thought the man was good looking, but she wanted to tear his pale eyes out of their sockets.
Around the same time of Kit's silent breakfast, Jonathan Crane was waking up. He had a small flat in West Gotham that was home to himself and a fluffy ginger cat named Pumpkin. The house was immaculately clean because of the lack of things Jonathan Crane needed. Also, he was a bit of a neat freak, unlike his darling cat.
"PUMPKIN" He shouted into his pillow as he heard a glass break. The cat mewed back as if to say, "What are you going to do about it?"
In response, Jonathan got up, ran to the kitchen, and grabbed the cat by the scruff of the neck.
"I swear on my life cat, if you do not knock it off, you are going out on the streets." His eyes were fierce as he scolded the cat. The cat ushered a weak meow out of its tiny throat as to say, "Yes sir."
Jonathan absentmindedly poured water and dry food into his cat's dishes. He then began making himself breakfast. He hadn't preformed one of his experiments in a long time, and until he did; Jonathan Crane would be on edge.
Simply uninterested in his meal, Jonathan sat himself in front of a large filing cabinet. The cabinet had every profile of every patient he'd ever had. There was no particular reason as to why he kept them all, he just liked to remember, liked to review. His long spidery fingers traced over each manila folder. His hands stopped at one that he'd remembered from 2 years back.
"Kitana Summers; long time, no scream,"
Sammi Parker woke up at noon. She probably could've slept endlessly, but her housemate was making a ruckus. This wasn't abnormal behavior for Kit. Where Kit lacked in a criminal mind, Sammi flourished. The first rule of living with your partner in crime, know where the weapons are and lock them up. Picking the lock wasn't her friend's problem, it was getting stuff quietly.
"KITANA GET YOUR BUTT OUT OF THE WEAPONS BANK!"
"BUT SAMMI"
"OUT! NOW!" They pair silently giggled about how immature they were being.
Sammi put on a purple robe and ran to the weapons bank. Once again, the lock was undone and weapons were everywhere. In the center of the mess was a bleeding Kitana.
"Kit, do I have to give you stitches again? How many times do I have to tell you to leave the weapons alone?" Sammi scolded her friend with a certain softness reserved for Kit. "Just stay put kid."
Dr. Crane looked over his notes on Kitana Summers. Why he got the sudden urge to revisit the details of that particular experiment, but he did. She was most afraid of thunderstorms, Astraphobia, and snakes, Ophidiophobia. She had screamed louder than most had and hugged herself tightly. But it didn't have a terribly long term effect on her. She was willing to be gassed again. She was willing, and that is what intrigued him most about her.
Kit was now lying on the kitchen table of the remote warehouse she lived in. Perched on a barstool next to her was Sammi, stitching her arm. One thing Kit always forgot was that, when you open the weapons bank; be careful. This wasn't the first time she had to be stitched up by Sammi.
"Can I ask what you were doing in there Kit?" The older of the two asked.
"We're almost out of money." She said quietly.
Kit didn't like showing when she was in pain and stitches weren't fun. She was used to them by now, not only with the weapons vault, but with the Batman and other foes of hers. Sammi also had a few stitches of her own, but she learned from her mistakes. Kit on the other hand would do the same thing over and over again just hoping something would change. That's why Sammi was there to guide Kit.
"KITANA LYN SUMMERS, YOU WILL SAY GOODBYE TO THAT PIECE OF SHIT BOY OF YOURS OR YOU WILL GET THE HELL OUT OF MY HOUSE!" Ryan Summers screamed at his daughter of 17.
"FINE! Leave my stuff on the driveway." Kit stormed out of the house and into her car, an orange pick-up truck.
Kit jabbed the key into the ignition muttering curse words. She had one place in mind and she intended to get there fast. "Her scummy boyfriend's house." Upon arrival, Kit ignored most common manners and walked up to his room. Of course, he was getting intimate with the homecoming queen.
"Babe it's not what it looks like." He said upon seeing her crushed face.
"Really… Fuck this…We're over." She ran at cheetah speed out of the room.
"YOU KNOW YOU COULD JOIN IN!" He called after her, but she was already in her car, ready to drive till it broke down.
3 years later
"Hey pretty lady, you look tense." Kit braced herself as a group of men formed a circle around her.
"Maybe, you wanna go out for a drink? One of them said.
"No, I'm fine thank you." Kit's voice was shaky.
"We insist." The men began to grab at her. Kit wanted to scream, but her heart was beating in her throat.
"Hey! Slimeballs. You wanna do me a favor and unhand her"
Hey guys! Auna here. If the ending of this sounds a little rushed it's because I slept from 6-9 this morning and it's almost midnight. (28 Days Later was on I had a good excuse for staying up that late!) Anyway, I really wanted to get this out. I promise you Kit, Sammi, and Jonathan will re-meet each other before Chapter 5. If Crane's out of character in anyway, tell me and I'll work on it. If Kit or Sammi areMary-Sues tell me what I can improve on. Reviews and feedback of anytime are hugely appreciated. I hope you enjoyed Chapter 1!
