Waking up was always the worst part of the day, and this morning, I woke up from the light streaming through the little window in the bathroom. I found myself alone, and I stared at the ceiling. The ceiling was white, and unlike the unusual ceilings I knew, it wasn't tile and it wasn't the popcorn stuff. It was just smooth.
The door opened, and I turned to look at Bane as he walked in. He was huge, very muscled, but his eyes were a deep blue color. He observed me as he stomped in my direction.
"We have a mission today." I looked at him, the confusion clearly evident, since he began to expound. "We have to break into the stock exchange and change the monetary status quo." I thought back to my little apartment, my pathetic paycheck, and the upper crust of Gotham. I looked into his eyes, his eyebrows rose.
"Let's do it." I had found a purpose; I thought of Robin Hood. I tried to brush the wrinkles out of my clothes and rubbed the sleep out of my hair. Bane left, and I followed him. "Wait, how am I to help?"
He looked at me, and I noticed a sparkle in his eye. "You'll write an article and send it to your editor." I nodded, following him out. Katrine handed me a helmet, and quickly, I clambered onto the motorcycle. The motorcycle was a sleek fast moving black vehicle. I clung to Bane, once more praying that I wouldn't fall off.
"Can we stop by my apartment so I can grab my press badge?" I asked, hoping to drop by my apartment just for a mo, maybe see if I could smuggle something out. We stopped but barely long enough to grab my press badge.
The helmet sat on my head, and I struggled with the feelings inside of claustrophobia. Bane stopped right before where we were headed. He quickly told me directions, and I hid the helmet in a bush. I hurried to the stock exchange.
I pulled out my press badge, and they allowed me to stand with the stock reporters. The commotion made it hard to focus on just one thing: so much movement, so many bodies, much like I imagine a beehive would be like.
Suddenly, shots sounded, and panic surged through the air. Woosh. Screams. Sudden heat. The beehive was filled with chaos. The sound of rapid fire and people dropping to the ground followed. The woman near me covered her head and began whispering a prayer, clutching the cross around her neck. I followed suit, dropping to my knees.
This wasn't what I was expecting. Anger surged through me, following my fear. Along with the shots, the explosion and sparks of screens filled the space above our heads. These damned terrorists. Bane claimed this authenticity, and yet his henchmen, they thrived off this senseless terror. This showmanship seemed unnecessary from where I sat, but who cared what little old me thought; I was just a damned hostage with nothing better to do than write an article for the head terrorist himself.
Not all too long later, Bane burst onto the scene. Something about him just held authority. even when he wasn't in his natural environment. Everyone fell silent: his guys, the stock peeps, and all of the reporters, even the praying woman next to me. The chaos just stopped in its tracks, paying respects to the man; he seemed less like a man and more like a pagan god.
Bane locked eyes with one man, still sitting in his chair, his obnoxious purple tie glaring. He was just asking for trouble. He strode over to him. "This is a stock exchange, there's no money you can steal-," the boyish man with his eyes wide said, trying to fight the fear obvious in his face.
"Shut up," I whispered, knowing he was asking for trouble.
"Why else would you people be here?" Bane retorted. He finished his stride to the boyish looking man and flung his chair into the large desk computer thing.
Ugh, technology, honestly never understood having a computer that looked complex as well as being complex; they were bad enough as is. Tangent. Sorry, I apologized to my thoughts.
I looked back up as Bane's heavy footed strides continued at the crowd of cowering reporters. He nodded at us, locking eyes with me. Damn, I had really hoped he had forgotten about me. I glanced around, no chance of that. I stuck out, a stubborn and less frightened citizen; everyone's relentless cowering did nothing to hide me. Damn. Damn. Damn.
Sirens screeched, getting louder by the moment. Cops were here, as useless as they were. Maybe this once they could do something right. A bald man with a laptop spoke quietly to Bane, "They cut the fiber. Cell's working."
'Nope, they still can't do anything right, thanks GCPD, remind me to screw you in my next article', I thought loudly.
"For now. How much longer does the program need?" Bane asked.
The heavily accented response was, "Eight minutes."
"Time to go mobile."
'He's gonna grab me, and drag me out with him' I thought. Nope.
I watched as they had begun to disappear; I quickly made my way to the door. I made my way to the spot Bane had left me. I stood, I waited, and eventually I sat. The day's warmth had began to cool, and I tossed the helmet, kicking it. I turned away walking home; it was a long way but what else could I do.
I trudged along, eventually arriving home. I went to hunt down some dinner; that was laughable. The only thing still good was bread and cheese. I wasn't expecting to not be home, so the food that was in the fridge had gone bad. Sadly I'd only have bread and cheese for dinner.
I pulled out the bread and set it down on the table. I just stared at it. I wasn't expecting to jump up or anything. Maybe I was just tired.
Eventually I gave up on the bread and just tore off a chunk, nibbling on the hunk of bread, slowly chewing. I wondered what I ought to write for Bane or if I even should.
I gazed at my door, realizing I hadn't locked it, stupid stupid me. I set down the bread and jumped up to deadbolt the door. I heard the security door being slammed. I held my breath, standing against my door; a white hot flash of pain struck me.
I laid on the floor, tears streaming from my eyes. I thought I had my eyes closed. I blinked a few times, but my vision was still dark. I could hear a gruff voice while I was scooped off of the floor. My floor.
I closed my eyes, hoping my vision would eventually return. I remained still, being jostled as my captor carried me down the stairs. I slowly opened my eyes, and light poured in, blinding me again.
"Are we outside?" I asked.
"Yes." Finally, it clicked the gruff voice belonged to Bane.
"You left me. I went back and you left me. Now you come and hit me with my own door. Why?"
Bane rearranged me in his arms. "Can you walk?"
"Why, am I heavy?"
"No, but you might be concussed." I shrugged. Concussed or not, I had been hit with a door. Bane set me down, and I wobbled, trying to stay upright.
We made a quick escape to Bane's hideout. I was forced to walk up the stairs, my vision still not back. I stumbled quite a bit. Even with my vision at its best, stairs weren't my forte. After my treacherous venture up the stairs, I was propped up on the couch. Sleep sounded great; my brain had begun to slow, getting muddled.
"Don't fall asleep."
I waved off the voice, "I want to sleep".
"You cannot."
"Well, I won't stay awake." I said, resting my head on the back of the couch.
"Up."
"What?" I asked, turning my face toward the voice.
"Get. Up."
"No," I said indignantly. I refuse, no way some jerk in a mask is gonna injure me and then boss me around. Two huge hands grabbed my by my shoulders and lifted me up. I shook my head. "I don't want to."
"Walk," the voice demanded. I attempted to follow orders, bumping into things. Eventually, Bane took pity on my pathetic soul; he grabbed my arm and led me around the room.
"I really don't understand you. You pledge that you are trying to relieve the citizens of this damned city, and yet you only seem to cause them pain and strife. You just agitate the city, causing chaos and terror. Why?" I asked.
I heard his breathing slow and calm, as if I had only asked the weather. The room grew brighter and brighter until the color began to return. My vision. Awesome, I blinked a few times. I stopped walking and turned up my face, looking into his eyes. They were crisp and a cool light blue.
"They don't see. I am releasing them from the invisible bonds that chain them to the dark and dreary lives that they live."
That was it. He thought he was releasing people, giving them a choice otherwise kept from them. I was angry at him, but I also understood. I was walking what in my mind would be a dangerous line.
ThinkingOfPenNamesAreEvil: Hey guys... sorry, Life just seems to like eating up all my time and I'll do better... I hope. Read and Review.
