Lunchtime at Arkham. I've done lunch at many a hospital, I suppose. Its all the same, in reality. You have the gossipers, and the anti socials... its basically like your average highschool. You have at least one of everything... I quietly grab a tray and set myself down at one of the tables, picking at the green goop and the gray goop. "the breakfast of champions!" I say to myself, knowing that nobody would be able to hear my tiny voice from all the way across the room. I toss it into the trash beside my table and walk over to the library, my violin case in hand. "My only friend, my only muse." I whisper, patting the case gingerly... I glance across the room at the various vilians. Mister Crane reading a novel about fear and its inner workings, The Riddler puroosing over the brain teasers, looking quite disappointed. Miss Pamela flipping through the latest biology and bio chemicals section of your newer magezines... I take to a rather old looking part of the library, "music" is plastered on a large sign hanging over the dusty shelves.
I flip through the scores and sheets, so many beautiful songs leaking into my head at once, finally I find the one I want most. I place the score on the shelf and begin playing the song "vitali chaconne" on my violin, the music echo's throughout the asylum. I lean into the music, my hands expertly playing over the strings, wishing I had a piano to play along side me. The two most beautiful instruments of all time, hamony being reached simply by two hearts inter-locked in time with the same song in mind... The world clouds around me, and in one single movement I remember... I stopped mid stroke of the strings. I took the paper and asked if I could go outdoors with my music. Thankfully one of the guards agreed and opened the door to the heavy gated grounds, wilted tree's and broken grass beconing me to move forward, and I did. I moved onward to a place where there was as few things to damage as possible. I then tuned my violin and began playing again, this time allowing the world to cloud around me.
I shouldn't have followed her, leaving the awe struck faces of the pitiful minded behind me. But I was so curious as to why she had stopped with such a look of horror frozen on her features. It was as though she had seen a ghost. I must admit curiosity wasn't my most strong suit of emotion, and neither was sympathy, in fact I never found myself feeling such a thing, even now. It was the curiosity that was killing me. No, I will just say it was the burning hunger for knowledge...
By the time I arrived on the hill, where the girl was standing beneath the tree with her eyes closed as though she was in slumber, the only thing that would make on think otherwise. Her music echoed over the hills and around the gates of arkham. She was correct... Her voice would never reach this area of expertese. She played the bow across the strings with such vigor that I figured the violin would begin bleeding.
But the tranquility was a lie.
By the time she reached within 3 minutes of her playing I felt a rumble neneath the ground. Still she strummed vigorously, the song growing more and more intense. The ground rumbled in protest, and the sky rolled in excitement, the air would have raised the hair on even the batmans arms. The air crackled without lightning and the ground exploded with energy. The earth shook like a hurricane and split open like a maw exploding to open on the humans, as though to swallow up their bodies and souls and take them into hell with it, the tree behind her exploded and shards flew through the air, some of which landed in her skin, embedding themselves in her flesh. She still didn't seem to notice, until the ground knocked a stone forward and it rocketed forward with such speed that it knocked into her head and knocked her onto the floor, in a very anti climactic sense, and just like that; the music stopped. It was dead silent, and the only thing to remember the sounds screaming through the air was the carnage of earth all over the hill.