Hello everyone, welcome to the story. This is a remade version of a uncompleted story that I've been trying to write. After a while I had a whole bunch of new ideas that I wanted to try so I started writing again. As of 07/25/2015 there is four chapters up now. I hope you enjoy. Please review, it helps me figure out what I need to do to improve. Enjoy.
PS. I Don't own Batman.
Beyond
Prologue
"I'm going to give you this chance to save yourself. Tell me what happened." Called out a voice in the darkness.
A single light flickers on to reveal a beaten and battered man. Tattered bits of his security guard uniform was scattered all across the ground, some soaked in his blood. The man was tied up to a metal chair, with chains that was wrapped all across his body. There was no way to escape for him. He looked around the dark room searching for the voice. "Who are you? Where am I?" he said frantically.
Suddenly the guard felt a sudden pain that started from the back of his neck, which traveled throughout his entire body. The guard cried out in agony. After a few seconds the pain stopped subsided from his neck. But his body still felt the after effects of the electricity that surged throughout the officer's body. The officer was woken from his daze, as the voice yelled at the officer. "THEN LISTEN TO WHAT I SAY, OR IT WILL BE MUCH WORSE THAN THAT! I have zero time for your incompetence, you simple minded baboon! Now… tell me what happened here?!"
"I didn't take any tech!" Catching his breath the guard began to speak. "Someone tripped the silent alarm."
As the guard walkthrough the research and Development floor of the company, they heard a noise and proceeded to investigate the next room. "That's when we saw someone in one of the rooms."
The guard crept into the room they notice a woman in all black spandex suit with a black trench coat on top of it. The man readied his gun and prepared for anything. "FREEZE! Put your hands in the air!"
"What happened next?" said the voice.
He stopped as he tried to think what was next but it was hard for him to focus due to the pain that was still reeling from. "She...huh..."
Suddenly a leather glove hand came out of nowhere and began to slap the guard's face trying to keep him concentrated on subject. "Hey, hey focus! I don't have time for this. Tell me what happened or I move from giving you a taser to taking fingers. "
"P-please, I'm t-trying I'm just-" begged the police officer. But at that moment he felt a sharp pain on his index finger as he felt a knife pierce his right pointer finger. A few moments later he looked down at his right hand saw he now had four fingers on one hand. "AHHHHHHHHHH!"
"Now continue the story or next time it's an entire hand! Do you understand?" yelled the voice. The officer only nodded his head violently trying not to upset this man even more. Now with visible tears in his eyes, he continued his story.
"Put your hands behind your head!" The woman listened to what the cops said, slowly she lifted her hands in the air not making any sudden moves.
"Hands over your head now!" screamed the guard. The woman slowly began to draw her hands behind her head until in one fluid motion she turned around and threw two small knives. The knives were thrown with great speed as in seconds it grazed the guard in the neck, the other knife caught the officer in shoulder, immediately causing him to fall to the ground.
The guard, who was feeling the pain of the knife in his shoulder, slowly reached for the knife and pulled it out of his shoulder. As he reached for his gun, a boot suddenly placed itself on top of his hand preventing him from grabbing it. The woman grabbed his gun and proceed to point it at the guard's head. She was ready to shoot when the Guard quickly grabbed the gun from her and shoved it toward a different direction. But didn't stop the gun from going off. Causing the woman to drop gun. The guard got up quickly and with knife in hand and prepared to use it as a weapon.
The Guard went in for the attack taking the knife in his hand and violently swung at her. But the woman was swift. Dodging every attack the Guard offered. Until she grabbed his arm, and twisted his arm and digging her nails in the nerves of the Guard's arm causing him to drop the stick. This was her opportunity to take him down.
In quick movement she immediately punched him to throat, gave three quick punches to the center of his chest, causing him to bend over in pain and fighting to get oxygen back in his body. Finally she did one thunderous knee to the face causing to fall back onto the floor. The woman looks at the man with a smirk on her face. She gently grabs the gun off the floor and shoots his the Guard's leg. Causing him to cry in agony. The woman looked to the window to see the red and blue lights of the GPCD she dropped the gun and quickly fled the room. Leaving the Guard there to blackout.
"T-then you woke me up. That's all that happened." It went silent. The guard however could feel the tension in the air. He knew that the man wasn't happy with what he just said and the finish of his story. The Guard sat there for a good long minute until he saw a man walking in his direction. The man wore a nice clean pair of black slacks, a dark green dress shirt, a black vest, and dark sunglasses on. The man looked at the Guard dead in his eyes. He then turned away from the Guard and began to speak.
"What a puzzle. Isn't officer? But not to worry." The man looked back at the Guard and smiled. "I'm very good puzzles."
"Please...I told you everything."
The man went over to the guard and covered his mouth with his hand.
"Do you like games?" He said a big grin on his face "I love games. Now, I love all kinds of games. But I think my favorites are Riddles. Riddles are simple and fun. However there is a challenge to it. It's a real cornerstone that very unappreciated." The man leaves from the Guard's sight for only a second. He then returns to the light with a chair for him to sit on. "Answer this one little riddle correctly and I'll send you off. Hell I'll even patch you up! Answer incorrectly well..." he chuckles. "It gets messy in here."
The man leans forward and begins to tell the riddle. "You are a bus driver. At the first stop you pick up 8 people (you already have 3 on the bus). At the second stop you drop off 4 and pick up 12. At the third stop you pick up 2 and drop off 10. What's the bus driver's eye color?"
The Guard was relieved that he knew the answer. He knew that when he said 'You are a bus driver he was referring to himself.' "Brown" he said with no hesitation.
The man smiled. "Wrong. The answer is red."
At that moment the man reached for the Guard's face and forcefully driving his thumbs into the man's eyes. The Guard cried in agony as he felt the pressure of the man's fingers trying to pop his eyeballs. As the man continued his pressure, blood began to pour onto his fingers and as he succeed in job. He let go once the Guard went limp knowing he did his part. He began to look through the Guard's pockets and found his cell phone he began to dial.
"911 what's your emergency?"
In a very calmly matter he answered. "I've just killed a security Guard. He's at Wayne-Powers tower, 28th floor, the project development room." CLICK.
It took ten minutes for the police to arrive. There was about 7-8 police officers running through the 28th floor of the Wayne-Powers building as they began search for their fallen comrade. One officer noticed a one of the lights on. The officer went toward the opened door to see a disgusting sight. "In Here!"
From there a swarm of Police officers came in the room and saw the sight. The dead police Guard with stripped naked. Missing a finger, with a stab and gunshot wound, his eyes bleeding profusely and on his chest what was a giant gash in the shape of a question mark. The blood oozing out of the giant wound however, was not the standard red. But a dark green.
Across the street stood the man, with his nice tight suit, he smirked as the ambulances and the TV reporters arrived on the scene. He walked away from the scene nonchalantly. "Let the games begin."