Disclaimer: I don't own a thing apart from my beloved character Chaos and the story art/cover image that was created by me and any future art. All of the Batman characters, towns, places (blah, blah, blah) are owned by DC Comics and I swear that I am not making money from this (unless I change all of the names like the woman who wrote 50 Shades of Grey did with her Twilight fic). It's all for fun unless DC Comics would like to use my character then it'll be a different matter ;D

On the other side of the asylum, a young man not even in his late twenties stood, hunched over a body almost twice his size. Blood had started to pool around it; the deceased body still had its eyes open in a sure look of terror. The young man smiled giddily as he gripped onto a crudely made shank, rocking back and forth on his feet.

The young man's brown locks of hair fell in front of his face hiding a thick hideous scar that trailed from the top left of his forehead, through his eye ending at the side of his mouth in a straight line. Even though he was lithe and feminine looking, he was intimidating. Stone cold, icy blue eyes swirled with disturbed and uncontained anger, promising whatever unfortunate victim that caught his stare was going to suffer yet his heart shaped face and boyish looks conveyed a false sense of compassion and innocence.

His hair was coated in blood as was the rest of his body, blood drying on certain parts of his skin and cracking off. His 'lovely' orange jumpsuit, courtesy of Arkham Asylum, looked as if it was soaked in blood while tiny lumps of flesh stuck to his body in random places. The man he had murdered looked like a piece of newly shredded paper.

Chaos had never been a very agreeable person nor was he a weakling, this man, his was-be cellmate, just took a long time to realise it… a little too long. Maybe now that stupid fucking bitch of a therapist will stop placing people in MY cell. He swore that if he had to put up with another one of her inquisitions, he'd gut her too. Well, he thought, at least now big ol' scary Brian can't annoy me with his constant rambling and moaning about his mother and his stupid empty threats towards me.

He walked over to his bed and sat casually as if the ugly body wasn't in the middle of his cell. Maybe they'll put him in an even more secure area. He had heard of a single section Arkham Asylum had that was reserved for the most ruthless, dangerous criminals in all of Gotham. He almost felt insulted; I mean how many more cops, children, orderlies and prisoners does he have to kill to get put in there?

It's not like he was a masochist or anything like that, well he did like pain but that was beside the point. He didn't want to go there for the high security, abusive orderlies and guards; he wanted to go there so he could see those amazing, genius villains for himself. He wanted to see those who have witnessed Batman in the flesh. It's not like he hasn't been stopped by Batman, how d'ya think he got in here? He just hasn't seen him up close and personal, when Man-bat got to him he didn't have enough time to look before he was tied up and shipped to this place. He knew he shouldn't have taken those 'happy pills' before he decided to go and murder that stupid all American family. Oh, but he did enjoy the ecstasy like feeling he got when he slowly slit little Jimmy's throat while mummy, daddy and little sis' watched.

Chaos slipped into the house easily unnoticed and hid in the shadows as he made his way towards the kitchen which sat the family who were all eating their dinner. He glided down the stairs making sure not to make a sound. Getting closer he could hear the stupid little brats talking about school and friends.

"Daniel said his dad and him were going to that new theme park next to Jeans house. He said I could go with him next weekend, can I pleeeaaase go?" the annoying boy begged with his high pitched whining voice.

"If you're good and do all your-"the mother was cut off by a young girl.

"That's not fair, I want to go tooo!" God, I hate children.

I barged into the kitchen shouting 'Surprise' as the family flew out of their chairs and huddled beside the father. I grabbed the boy before he got out of my reach and held my knife at his pale, thin, delicate throat. Just the kind of throats that need a little cut or two. The pills I had taken were making things pretty intense, my body was feeling all kinds of weird.

"Please no, not the boy." Cried the father who was attempting to get closer to me. Nice try but even high I'm not an idiot.

"Ah ah ahhh, now we wouldn't want any 'accidents' now would we?" I held the knife closer to the boy. That stopped the dad in his tracks.

"What's your name Junior?" I asked him, yanking his hair so he looked at me. His eyes rimmed with tears, his lip quivering. Almost close enough in fear to piss himself, ha!

"Ji- Jim- Jimmy," he stuttered. The mother was in tears and the little girl was clinging onto her also in tears.

"Well, Ji-Jimmy," I mocked "Have you ever wondered what death is like?" I never gave him enough time to respond as my knife slowly cut into his skin, blood poured out of him spraying the family and myself in its beautiful crimson colour.

The family cried out as they realised Jimmy boy was long gone and dead. A smirk made its way on my face as I looked towards the blonde haired bitch of a sister.

"Well, guess whose gunna be next, come on… I'll even give you a clue!" Just as I was about to walk forward I heard the father whisper 'batman' and before I could react in time thanks to those oh so wonderful pills, rubber hands clasped my neck rendering me unconscious.

Hmm, might try that again when I finally escape this shithole but with a little backup next.

He didn't know how long he was out of it for but soon enough he heard the ear-piercing scream of a nurse behind the door as she peaked through the small, mailbox like window. A flood of orderlies and guards came through the door. He picked up his still blooded knife and tried to get as many people as he could before he felt that familiar stinging feeling on his arm making him drowsy and immobile. Slowly his eyelids reluctantly shut allowing the rest of his body to dozed off into a deep sedated sleep.

His eyes snapped open as he realised that something was holding him down. He could see people moving and doors going by…. He was moving? He suddenly felt much more awake, his eyes looked around or as much as they could seeing as his head was held down as well. Guards and orderlies surrounded him; he was in bed covered slightly in a very itchy blanket.

"Well, looks like someone is awake," Chaos moved his head as far as he could only to see that bitch of a therapist look back at him. Of course, whose other nasally uptight voice could that be but hers? She waited for an answer she knew she knew she wouldn't get. Chaos had been nothing but silent since he was placed here except for the odd grunt or sigh he was the most silent patient in the asylum.

"We're moving you to a better cell. You'll be expected to be on your best behaviour otherwise you'll have to be moved into seclusion again." She ended in a rather annoyed tone. Chaos growled at her, his eyes showing nothing but deadly intent towards her. Her stupid little smile faltered for a femtosecond but it was still noted by him.

Last time he was sent to seclusion it had been months before he finally stopped trying to either kill her or harm himself out of spite. Yes, that caused a few permanent scars on his body but he didn't mind, to him scars were like art. He loved the scar on his face; its white and blood red colour was a huge contrast from his perfect creamy pink skin. It showed a side to him that nobody would know if all he had was just his childish, boyish features and the bonus was it looked pretty fucking cool.

He watched as the nurse punched in a long digit code that was covered by her other hand, opening the doors to the section of Arkham he had been dying, well… killing, to go to. It wasn't as bad as he had expected. Still the same white hospital like halls, doors that were highly protected and locked with a large number of passwords and keycards.

It was a lot quieter than his last area, looked cleaner too. The nurse walked right down the bottom cell and opened the door allowing three orderlies to hold whoever else was in there down whilst the door was open. The nurse came over to him and unbuckled all of the restraints that were holding him down.

"Did you know that you not only killed your cellmate but also two of my colleagues and a guard?" She roughly undid another strap "You've killed every cellmate that we have put you with and now it's time to get a taste of your own medicine," Ah, there's her bitchy attitude. Normally it was reserved for our private sessions but of course that ugly bitch couldn't wait now. Those two colleagues of hers must have been close.

I wonder who she has set me up with that had made her so sure that they can murder me. I've killed a guy four times my size after he desperately tried to kill me while I was asleep, what makes her think this other guy I'll be put with is any better?

As Chaos finally broke free of the restraints, two guards forcibly grabbed him and dragged him towards his new cell.

"Ooooh, new guest?" laughing poured out of the cell getting louder and louder the closer he got. As he got to the door the guards threw him into the room making him bang his head on the bed's metal frame. His vision went blurry and saw three black bodies let go of his new cellmate and walked rather quickly out of the cell, slamming the door shut behind him.

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Coda Briggs