Chapter 7: Unraveling

"Dr. Angela... Doctor... Angela... Angela."

Biyaka was lying on the floor of his cell on his back. He'd let his arms and legs bleed all over the floor and he'd bitten his inner cheeks so his mouth was full of his own and the guard's blood as he sucked at his fingers. His nose was bleeding from when he'd hit his head on the door. He spat blood into the air with each word.

"Biyaka?" Dr. Scott had been called in to deal with Biyaka, and so he talked through the slot in the door to the man inside the cell. "I'm going to come in and get you some help, okay?"

"I want Angela!" Biyaka suddenly flipped over onto his hands and knees. "You're gonna give me drugs! You're a lying asshole, Doctor!"

"Biyaka."

Biyaka crawled over to the door and reached through the slot, grabbing Dr. Scott's arm with bloody fingers.

"Biyaka, you won't see Dr. Angela if you hurt anyone else," Dr. Scott warned, hoping Biyaka would loosen his grip. He did. Dr. Scott took the opportunity to quickly grab onto Biyaka's wrist.

Biyaka let out an almost inhuman scream as a guard flung open the door, Biyaka held in place by his arm still through the slot. They put him quickly into restraints.

"Take him to the infirmary," Dr. Scott ordered. "Once his wounds have been treated, we'll work on recovering Armand."

"Yes sir." The guard dragged Biyaka off kicking and screaming.

"Fuck you, Doctor! Fuck you all!"

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"Doctor?" Agarwaen's eyes opened in the dark cell. He knew he wasn't supposed to be awake, but then was no time for sleeping. He was getting out of there. He had a plan. "Doctor?"

The doctor who was in charge of Agarwaen that night came in. "What is it?"

"Can I come down?" Agarwaen was trying his best to sound innocent.

"I'm afraid not," the doctor relied. "You're not allowed. You know that."

"But it hurts." Agarwaen whined like a beaten dog. He felt funny when he faked such emotions, but he liked the trickery all the same. He did his best to look upset. "What he did to me... I don't wanna be in this room anymore! I can still smell him!" Agarwaen laughed wildly in his mind at how pathetic he could sound if he wanted to.

"Well, I'll have to consult Dr. Scott about moving you first," the doctor said.

"But I can't stay here any longer!" Agarwaen's eyes became watery with crocodile tears. "I can't stay here! Please! Can I just walk around a little?"

"Well, I don't think I should." The doctor was unsure of what to do next. Agarwaen's tears had fooled him. "Are you sure you can't be moved tomorrow?"

"I'm sure," Agarwaen sniffed. He was good, he thought. Really good.

"Oh alright."

The doctor approached the man on the wall. He loosened the straps that held Agarwaen until one arm was free. That was all Agarwaen needed. He grabbed the doctor's head and slammed it into the wall. The doctor fell to the floor unconscious. Agarwaen undid the rest of his restraints with his free hand. He dropped to the floor and ran out the still open door.

"I win!" He shouted as he ran down the hall.

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Bruce looked down the hall outside his room. He was sure someone was coming, even though he couldn't hear anyone yet. He could sense it. But he still had no idea who it could be.

"Hello?" Bruce called into the hallway.

"Hello." Biyaka peered around the corner and grinned as he spotted Bruce's eyes through the slot in his door. "Batman." Biyaka stepped into the corridor and moved silently to Bruce's door. "I remember you."

"What are you talking about?" Bruce didn't like the new guy at all. He looked like the young man he'd talked to before, but his tone and expression were all wrong. It was obviously someone else.

'I should have known he was weird,' Bruce thought. 'He's in here for a reason.'

"Batman the billionaire." Biyaka stared at Bruce with shining eyes. "It was all over the news. I saw it all."

"So what do you want?" Bruce growled impatiently. "You want something, right?"

"Yes sir-ee, Bat-Billionaire." Biyaka pulled something out of his pocket and held it u for Bruce to see. It was a ring of keys, bloody from Biyaka's hands. "Time to come out."

"Are you letting me out?"

"Yeah. The way I see it, neither of us really belong in here, do we?" Biyaka jammed different keys into the lock and tried ti turn them. It took him a while to find the right one. "What the fuck? Goddamn keys!"

"What are you planning on doing?" Bruce asked.

"You know that Joker guy?" Biyaka opened the door of the cell and tossed the keys in. Bruce caught them. "I'm gonna kill 'im. I'm burnin' the house down, so to speak."

"So why let me out? What do I have to do with it?" Bruce stepped tentatively out into the hallway with Biyaka.

"Seeing as you're the only real hero in this goddamn city," Biyaka said, "And as I said, you don't belong here, I thought you'd rather be out there than in here when I burn the place down."

"You're saving me?" Bruce asked.

"I guess so." Biyaka shut the door behind Bruce. "Now run like fuck, Batman. I'm about to activate the lock-down system."

Bruce turned and ran from the psychopath. He usually never ran from a conflict, but he knew about the lock-down system. The windows would be blocked, the exits shut, and no one would be getting out or in. Bruce may have trained for years to become Batman, but no amount of training allowed him to break through steel with his bare fists. He wasn't Superman. He had to get the hell out of there. But just before he left the level, he turned back to Biyaka and asked, "If you don't belong here, then where do you belong?"

"In Hell, where else?"