Chapter 3 : Cleanliness is next to Godliness
Authors note:
Hey guys welcome back to another chapter of Id thank you for the views and for those who review the last chapter really apperciate it. Well here is the third installment of my multi chapter fic enjoy!
Got alittle treat for you yall Jonathans POV in this chapter so tell me what you think about it.
If there are any errors ill correct them tomorrow –MS.D
Warning: Later on in the chapter there is going to abuse to a minor and religious things brought up please don't be offend Mrs. Crane is a demented women I'm trying to show this in my writing. I'll put up a warning before it begins and when it ends so you can skip it.
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(Run Down)Scorn Apartment complex-Crime Scene
Downtown Gotham
2010
Alex walked into the maze of apartments with each section of wall cut down linking the rooms into a giant room.
The smell damp rotting wood hung and something decaying hung in the air. Alex almost vomited when she entered the area and by the looks of pale, green looking officers not everyone had been lucky to keep their dinners.
Her brown eyes study the scene around her bodies was covered with white sheets, nobody moved anything until everything had been documented.
They were still covering one of victims a 17 year old male frozen in death his face looked like he had seen the devil himself.
She thought sadly what kind of horrors these people had to suffer before the body gave out from the torture at the hands of Gotham's' notorious sociopaths'.
She moved past room after room the bodies began to double most likely the villain had created the right mixture of fear and an x factor to create instant death.
Random scatters of trash, vomit, and fecal matter in random nooks.
She finally came to a room that was sectioned off with yellow tape the door closed.
Officers stood at entrance on guard for any unauthorized personal trying to access the room.
A large detective stood off to side speaking with a female officer his face looked like he hadn't shaved or washed in while. He zeroed in on her at once and quickly came over towards her direction. Pointing his cubby finger at her a tooth pick held in between his plump lips.
"Who let you in here lady this is a crime scene?"
Other officers turned to stare at the commotion as Private Detective again asked her the same question.
Jim Gordon came behind her clasping his hands on her shoulder.
"Relax Harvey this is one of Doctors from Arkham called her here myself"
Commissioner Gordon quickly guided towards the ominous door and what lay behinds it, secrets to the master mind behind it.
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1990
Saturday afternoon
Old Grove Road
Rental Home/Tassel Residence
Alex stretched her hands out wide her pale skin warming in the sunlight running her fingers over the flower buds in her mother's garden.
It was the last week January before the month was set to start up Alex and were outside doing some yard work organizing her mother's bird bath and hanging homemade bird feeders in the tall oak trees in her yard.
Alex raised her hands to shield her eyes from the sun this sky didn't compare anything to Texas blue her brown hair escaped the pony tail blowing with breeze.
Wearing flip flops, shorts, a pink tank top that stops at her mid drift the weather was lovely she was going to enjoy it before another cold front moved in ruining it all.
As her mother moved on to another bush that need to be trimmed and pruned Alex left the front to move towards the backyard hers family's clothes blew in the breezes.
Further into the field surrounding her home was a large willow tree she could the tops of the tree stretched out reaching towards the heavens.
Jumping over the tiny fence she quickly made her way through the field of grass towards the large tree, tall grass moving around until it swallowed her tiny frame.
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When she finally made it the old willow she pushed long leaves that danced when the wind blew.
Beneath the willow branches was a different world even the light looked different there was small patches of green where snow had not touched all winter long.
She sat down at the base of one of its large roots listening to the sounds of the earth made. She found her sanctuary and her quiet peace.
Time flew by and before she knew it the sun was setting the day was almost at an end she walked back through the field her mother was in the front yard a cool pitched of lemonade sat beside her.
waved her over a glass waiting for her as if her mother knew she was coming.
Alex quickly sat on the front stoop an old station wagon drove by slowing to a creep as it came up to their home.
"Oh its she told Alex. "Hello Mrs. Crane thank you for the lovely welcome gift."
The gentle old smiled politely at them "Well hello I'm so happy you liked it as the lord told us to love thy neighbor. Good day to you young lady"
Alex looked at sweet face that looked at her mother with polite interest suddenly shot towards her something she couldn't exactly tell what flashed across the old women's' face.
She shuddered a little when the wagon continued down the road that old women sure is strange.
Jonathan Crane POV
Jonathan waited till they were a ways past the Tassels home before raising himself for the back seat sitting position.
His grandmother began ranting "Devil servants lay await everywhere Jonathan. Hiding and waiting to steal your soul looks at that harlot and her daughter. Probably born out of wedlock that slut. And did you see what her daughter was wearing. No of course not you're a good boy."
Her black eyes narrowed as she stared at him through the review mirror looking for some guilty thought to cross his mind and give him away.
As they pulled up towards lot where the Crane household had been for over 50 years. Mrs. Crane stopped and pulled a chain automatically open the gate. Parking her car in the Garage the late Mr. Crane had built by head.
The quickly parked and exited the vehicle walking up the porch steps Jonathan quickly entered into the household.
The room was decorated with crosses, plan white walls and hard wood floors polished to perfection, the smell of moth balls and rotten roses hung in the air.
After a couple of steps the elderly lady turned around her eyes narrowing grabbing his hands "What is this?"
Jonathan stared down towards his nails ohgodohgod he chanted over and over again in his head.
The elderly women hunched over with age was, eye level with her grandson. Pieces of dirt caught under his nails from early when he helped the pastor and his wife move barrels from outside into the storage shed.
"Grandmother I can explain please the pastor.."
"Silence you bring filth into my home, you bring the devil into our sanctum and then seek to blame another for your sins"
Quickly dragging his frail, thin, body towards the cellar door in the kitchen, grabbing him hard enough to that it left bruises.
***WARNING:Okay stop reading here if you don't want to be offend or read violent material****
Throwing him down half way he landed hard on his knees, his glasses flying somewhere off in the under the washing machine.
He tried to stand back up but Mrs. Crane from behind slapping him so hard his vision blurred.
Pulling him by his hair she dragged him over towards the furthest point from the stairs grabbing the collar that hung above the floor beams securing it around his neck and forcing the young man to stand.
He began to shake in fear the tiny old women's body transformed by the shadows into an evil entity bent on bringing him pain.
She walked off towards the washing machine where the different containers were stores coming back with a white bleach bottle that had recently purchased.
Grandmother Crane started reciting the lords prayer aloud.
"Our Father in heaven,
hallowed be your name,
your kingdom come,
your will be done,
on earth as in heaven"
He began to scream when the chemical poured over his head around his face some of it dribbling into his eyes.
She slapped him again so telling to "Only the devil can hear your cries God is deaf to wicked pleas he punish is swift and just." Blood dribbled down his chin mixing with the bleach that ran down his body.
She began again
"Give us today our daily bread.
Forgive us our sins
as we forgive those who sin against us"
Pouring out the rest of the container on him threw the empty container towards the ground.
Grabbing his long hair yanking it hard it made his scalp ache he cried out again. "You will be silent boy or as god as my witness I'll make you suffer." Walking away Jonathan knew it was too soon there had to be more the prayer was only half finished. He was proven right when second later a swish followed stinging across his back startled him.
"Save us from the time of trial
and deliver us from evil.
For the kingdom, the power, and the glory are yours
now and for ever. Amen.
He continued to his him with the whip for the horses he held is his cries biting down hard on his lip. "Say it, SAY IT, SAY AMEN YOU FLITH!"
Tears finally streamed down his face relieving his irritated eyes for a brief moment " Amen Amen Amen Amen" he chanted over and over again long after the old women stopped whipping him.
He laid there for hours till late into the night the bleach, blood and tears mixing till he knew nothing else finally lost consciousness.
End of Chapter
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