Chpt.7

"Hmmm nothing wrong with the shampoo, or the conditioner." I slid the soap sample under the microscope and compared it with other samples of soap. "And nothing wrong with the soap sample either."

"Do you want any tea, Mistress Artimis?" questioned Alfred.

"No thanks." I replied. I took out the letter and read over it.

Dear Blitze,

You are my biggest fan. Good luck with the game. I have all my money riding on you. Remember, even champions have fear.

Sincerely,

A Friend

That's a weird ending to a letter."Remember, even Champions have fear."

"I have all my money riding on you. Hmmm." I repeated to myself. Jhonny McDonald said something about a stranger being the only one to bet on the Metropolis team winning, if I find out who he is I find the perp. I felt a moment of triumph but then the feeling disappeared. But I need to find a cure for Blitze before I can really start investigating. So what made Blitze terrorized? I pondered and rubbed the corner of the note between my thumb and index finger. I glanced down and noticed a chalk like dust on my fingertips that was also lining the paper. "Weird." I said to myself. I washed off my hands and dumped some of the dust onto the microscope. I then compared it to chalk and other dust like samples. Nothing matched. Ugh! This is getting me nowhere! Wait if this is a person dad faced before he might have a sample of something like this. I checked on some of his files and an almost identical match came up. It was made by a man called Jonathan Crane alias Scarecrow. Wow that's a lame name. It said on the document that the powder would show ones greatest fear. Well that sucks. I read on. In order to make the hallucinations stop you need to eject the victim with… That word's so big I'm not even going to try to pronounce it. But I do remember seeing a word like that in the medical cabinet. I walked over to cupard and took out a bottle with the same word on it. This should help Blitze. Before I went to the hospital I looked up Scarecrow. It said he was a man obsessed with fear, collected profits from betting and was held at Arkham Insane Asylum. No wonder. I grabbed the injection needle and headed to the hospital.