Lost Narrows
darkness flooded around him, turning the world to black. The sounds were muffled, seemed so far away from him. Everything was spinning, out of control. There was pain, a numbed pain. as well as sizzling flesh burning his nostrils. was that his flesh he smelt? And that pain, was it his? he couldn't be sure. his body was being jumped around, his black horse whining, not knowing what to do itself. was it possible that the inhalant had affected it too. but such thouhts were lost on dr.crane at this point, pulling blindly on the horses reins. But now, any control he had, or had left was failing. the grip on the reins losened, the pain becoming to unbareable and blind to the world. All he could do now was let his fear stricken horse lead the way through the alleyways of screams. were those his too?
little could be seen through this thick fog. the occasional person running in fear, not knowing where to run to. But now, there was a pitch black monster gallopping through the alleys, flames pouring from its mouth giving people a reason to run, to be afraid. its hooves against the pavement like thunder pounding the sky. This, this was what the infected saw. but what they didn't see was the body being dragged behind it, screaming in pain and grasping at its face. no, there was no one to help. Not in the narrows. The narrows were completely lost to Gotham. If one listened closely, one could hear the screams for batman...where was batman. he'd save her. he'd come to stop you. stop you from being raped. stop that boys throat from being slashed open. he'd even get all the other inmates and see they were brouht to justice...but where was batman? why was he not preventing this? why was he not there, right now, saving the narrows. After what seemed like hours, the realization dawned on most...the narrows was expendable. Batman was not coming.
Batman was not going to come save the day.
The night wore on. The screams died down. Maybe, just maybe the inhalant was wearing off. Maybe the narrows wouldn't be a complete loss. Or, maybe, there was no one left to scream. no one left to make scream. bodies of many littered the alleys, mothers clining to their dead babies. Their lives having been claimed too. Men and Women alike. Some had managed to flee. But what good would that do? It's not like the water would cure them from this drug. It was pretty much a death sentence. a concentrated dose was lethal. and if this amount wasn't concentrated, then what the hell was. What ever happened next to the narrows, no one new. not even the police sleeping soundly in their warm beds at this very moment. And Batman? The Narrows and inmates of the asylum hated him. Many more resented him, but they were few. What was worse, was that wasn;t the reason why the police were after him. Of course, it wasn't for leavin the Narrows for dead. It was the fact that he wore a mask, and took the law into his own hands, when he felt like it.
By now, the horse was slowly growing tired. The odd whine here and there, hardly even noticing the body it carted around from behind. Finally, the horse kicked free. rearing up on its hind legs before lightly gallopping away into the fading fog. a loud thud echoed into the silent streets, followed by a low groan. It seemed dr.crane had passed out during the night. The pain becoming too much. That and a good kick to the h ead from that horse was enough to do that. And here he was. the famous dr.crane, former head of the gotham asylum, a professor in a prestiege university, laying face first in a mirky, fog encrusted alley way. This was what he had been reduced to...and it was all Batmans fault. That had been his last thouht before passing out.
a loud crash brought him to his senses. But there he stayed, sprawled out on the ground. Minutes passed, and still he stayed. Eyes shut, caging him in his darkness. The doctors on hand began to twitch, his index finger carressing the dirt ground. Slowly, the man let out a deep breath. As if he had been holding it all night. Leaning over, he pushed his weight upon his right shoulder. And with another thud, his back met the hard ground.
"..." once again he let out a breath. Chest rising and falling. Bringing his hand up shakily, he lightly touched the burnt flesh of his face, almost like he had awoken from a nightmare, looking to see if it was there or not. Like a slap in the face, it was. that was when it hit him, all at once. The doctors shoulders slowly began to bounce. His chapped crusted lips opened and he let it out.a faint chuckle escaed his coarse throat. Louder and louder it echoed. His back raising from the ground from the mere force of his insane laughter.
" batman, batman, batman. what am i going to do about this flying rodent." he sighed to himself, coming down from his slight high.
It seemed like the inhalant was wearing off. CRASH. maybe not.
At the sudden loud crash from his side, his eyes shot open, forgetting about the thick layer of burnt flesh perventing him before. " AHHHHHHHRRRRGGGGG" Again, he was reminded of the pain, skin ripping and flakin off. Blood now tainted his vision, as he gazed out at the world he helped create in the narrows. At frist, there was still only darkness. Then thats when he saw it. In the corner of the alley, huddled next to the dumpster, was a woman looking straight at him and the body of a man dressed in orange laying face first in front of her.
Innocentsakura: well, so far ive gotten some good feed back for this fic. And alot of people are askin for more chapters. i know it took a little long, but here it is. the next chap. I'll try to get another one out soon, but i also gotta start workin on my other fics too. that and ive got a few other ideas.