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WARNING: Violence. Vocabulary. Character death.
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His name is C13036.
Technically, it was more of a code name granted by the Blackgate Prison. His own name has been long forgotten, as well as the crime he committed or the time he sentenced here.
It happens if you were sent here. You forgot who you are, and the society forgets you.
But right now, he will never forget this moment.
A speech has been announced in front of the Blackgate Prison. Through televisions broadcast, the criminals have come to realize that Dent Act was a fraud, and spent their time cooped up in cells over nothing.
Well, no more.
Now that his limbs are freed from shackles and armed with weapon, C13036 will stop at nothing until Gotham City pay for what the people have done to him.
As the angry mob in bright-colored jumpsuits spreading terror throughout the streets, the brute noticed a team was heading toward a different direction. The group is small, considering seven or eight men, but he noticed the one who is leading them.
The strange guy who talks to himself. The peculiar man who never interact with any other inmates. The one who alway keep himself isolated at all times.
He was known to be a psycho, a freak by other inmates. Where he goes or what he does shouldn't bother him, yet he was suspicious…
Why the sudden change?
"Care to join?"
C13036 was startled to watch them halt when his footsteps ceased to progress. The leader didn't even turned around to look at him, yet he speaks like as if he did.
"I know you are ready to go where they are heading to, but by then, there won't be anything left." Slowly, he turned around; the eyes behind the glasses holding back something menacing. "So, care to join me? I can guarantee something better than the others as we speak."
"Better?"
"Sweet as fear itself," his voice suddenly dropped lower, sending chill down his spine. "But, that is up to you to decide."
It's not like him to trust his words, the same reason one should never be tempted by the others inside the prison. However, his promise is like a drug, slowly but surely creeped its way into him.
The brute nodded. "I'll go, but answer me first. Who are you?"
He replied with a smile, "Crane. Jonathan Crane, otherwise known as Scarecrow."
"And where are we heading to?"
"Gotham Hospital."
The reason to takeover a hospital puzzled C13036, but, it didn't matter to him.
He was thrilled to watch them weaklings shrieked as if they witnessed the devil themselves. He felt achieved from shooting the security guards. He found himself remembering the time before sentenced into prison.
Once they were inside, Crane ordered, "Spread out. Gather up all the sick and the old here, unharmed and alive. If they resist? Kill them."
Each of them took a route down the corridors and up the stairs, pulling out the patients by force. Although the brute didn't like to be ordered, but he will hold his tongue until it becomes a boredom to him.
C13036 stormed into the room, ordering the patients out of their beds and into the hallway. As promised, some disobeyed and he used them as an example. He kept raiding each and every rooms until the corner of his eyes caught someone running away.
The brute didn't hesitate to shoot the woman.
The female doctor dropped to the ground like a fly, but she persisted to crawl her way straight forth until her body collapsed lifelessly.
Assuming she was heading down the corridor to collect something or someone, he followed the corridor and opened the doors until the last one.
There, standing next to the opened window, was another patient.
Female. Hospital-gowned. Head shaven clean to keep bandages over the scalp and eyes. Hanging the headphone over her neck, she turned her direction at him as if she can see through those wrapping.
"Who's there?"
C13036 said nothing as he grabbed her by the arm and pulled her out of the room.
"W-Wait! Where are we going? Doc said that I can't leave the-"
"Quiet!"
The girl silenced immediately, but not because of his command. Her attention was focused elsewhere, sniffing in the air as they passed through the dead body of the female doctor.
"Doc?"
She called, but there was no response.
"Doc!"
No matter how hard she cried, her voice will not be answered.
"I said be quiet!"
"What happened to Doc? Why is she not answering me?"
The brute kept on pulling at her until they returned into the main hall of the hospital. Judging by the crowd, it seemed that most of the others have finished their objective.
Jonathan Crane was sitting upon the counter, studying the crowd with glare drilled into their souls. Once he noticed him, his hand reached out to a phone and picked it up.
"Attention to all," the speakers echoed throughout the hospital floors. "This is a takeover."
The crowd whimpered but remained silent.
"Whether you live or die at this moment, it does not concern me. What I want is the full access of medicine and a laboratory. If you obey, I will let the hostage go. If not…"
One of the inmates fired a few threatening shots at the ceiling.
"We will start killing the hostages. You have ten minutes to consider."
Concluded, Crane hang up the phone.
"What? That's it?" C13036 protested. "No money? Nothing at all? What about the things you promised?"
"They will be delivered in time, but right now, I required supplies and the hospital have the best resources."
"Bullshit!" He pointed the gun next to the head of the blind girl he just caught. "You will give me what I want, Crane, or else the deal is off!"
"That's Scarecrow to you."
The brute realized that he was at a disadvantage. The inmates who followed Crane were aiming their weapons at him, ready to shoot him by the leader's command. The hostage in his hold is useless if neither she begged nor cried for help.
Out of frustration, he tossed the hostage to the ground and kicked at her.
"Damn it! Why won't you scream like the others would!?"
"Doc! Doc, help!"
Out of reflex, she cried for help as promised, but it served little purpose now that he is out of place. He should've followed the others to the streets instead of listening to this psycho. He should've-
"Stop."
Again, the eerie voice out of Crane's mouth sent him chill. Taking off his glasses, the man seemed as if he was a different person all of a sudden.
"I warned him that taking in stray dogs will do no good. They think too full of themselves, believing they control the situation," with each approaching footsteps, the man before him looked even more menacing than before. "Let me remind you that you are not the one in control."
C13036 challenged. "What are you going to do, freakshow?"
"Giving you want you wanted," he held out something within his grasp. "Fear as sweet as itself."
The moment he break the object, a gas was released in the air. Due to the close range, he cannot avoid but inhale into his system. Nothing happened at first, but as seconds go by, his vision started to change drastically.
Zooming in-and-out, bright flashes here-and-there; the world before him was turning into a nightmare itself. C13036 fallback and fell to the ground, thrashing from the pain inside him. Everywhere hurts, especially his head. He intended to glare at Crane and tell him what he had done to him, but the brute could only screamed as he saw something horrifying standing in front of him.
"Well? Do you enjoy your spoils?"
The man wailed at the maddening scarecrow-liked figure before the pain, he jumped to his feet and ran away in fear.
The farther the better.
The higher the safer.
But, C13036's voice was no more as he leaped over the edge, and fell from the building…
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(TBC)
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