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Warning: this chapter gets a little scary... With the killing and such.

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"Let's get this over with."

"You are aware that even when you regain your memory, you will not be able to leave right away."

"Yeah yeah..."

"And-"

"I get it I get it. You've explained it already."

Dr. Peacock gave me a disapproving look but started anyway.

Flashback

"I can take care of myself!"

"Jason. Listen to me-" Bruce said sternly.

"I'm so done with this shit!" I screamed.

"Jay it's okay. Calm down." Dick begged slowly inching toward me.

"Shut up Dick. You don't understand. You're perfect fucking golden boy, always doing what you're told. Everyone fucking loves you." I hissed venomously.

Dick put his hand on my shoulder.

"That's not true. I-" I brushed him away.

"I don't wanna hear your shit."

"Jason..." Bruce cut in.

"You know what dad? I don't need this. I don't need you! Any of you!"

I ran out of the manor, trying to get onto the street before one of them came after me.

Fuck them.

I've survived on my own before. I sure as hell can do it again.

I pulled out my wallet to check how much cash I had. $200. Hmm, I could probably survive for a while.

I walked around for a little, making sure I didn't draw to much attention to myself. After an hour or two I decided to go to some run down restaurant to eat.

I don't think anyone will ask questions about why some 17 year old is running around alone there. Nobody gives a fuck.

Maybe I should leave the city? This place is a major shit hole.

After I was done eating I went to find a place to sleep.

Let me think... I could go to a motel. A hotels too expensive, I need to save my money. Plus it's less likely for someone to recognize me as a Wayne there.

I walked till I found some place called 'Starforce Motel'.

Looked pretty crappy but what the hell. Doesn't look like they'd charge too much.

The door was rusty and the floor looked dirty. Really? Do these people not know how to clean a lil.

Some guy at a desk smiled when he saw me. He stood up saying, "Welcome to Starforce Motel! Can I get you a room?" A little too happy.

"Uhh yeah."

"Any preference? Features, style, size?"

"Not really just anything you got that's cheap."

"Alrighty."

"Aye James?" Another guy walked in the room and stopped when he saw me.

"Ahh Herb. We have a customer."

'Herb' looked me up and down, before raising an eyebrow.

"Hi."

"Um.. hi?" I responded.

"Now let's get you to your room. Follow me."

As I was walking down the hall, a group of guys (including Herb) stared at me as I passed me.

These people are so fucking creepy. And are there not any chicks here?

"I hope you find everything comfortable." James said when we got to the room.

I closed the door and exhaled.

I'm defiantly leaving in the morning.

I took a shower (the shower was totally gross btw) and jumped into bed. It's only 11:30 but it's not like I have anything else to do besides sleep.

I laid in bed starring at the ceiling.

My mind wandered back to the fight I had with Bruce and Dick earlier today...

Why the fuck did I get so pissed in the first place. I guess they were just trying to look out for me.

...

...

...

I'm an idiot.

Bruce saved me from this kinda street life. He let me in his fucking home even when the first time he met me I was trying to rob him.

Dick has been nothing but a brother to me. He always considered us family and cuddled with me, helped me, played COD with me and all that sappy shit he likes to do.

And what the fuck did I do? I swore at them, insulted them, refused to listen and ran away.

Ahhh fuck.

Suddenly the door squeaked open.

What. The. Shit.

I looked over to see the group of guys, led by James, walking in.

"Hello!"
"How's everything?"

"What the fuck?" I stated starring at them with an expression to match my statement.

There was 7 or 8 of them. Moving closer to the bed. Why.

"How's the bed?" James inquired, smiling.

"..."

?

I'm getting the feeling I should get out of here.

"Why don't we try it out?" One of them said.

"Good idea." Another beamed.

"Hold him." James dictated.

Shitshitshitshitshit.

I quickly pounced up but Herb and some dude held me down.

One of the group ran his fingers down my chest.

I tried not to shiver and/or throw up.

"Well helloo there. Whats your name?"

"Fuck you."

"Nice to meet you fuck you. How about you fuck me?"

"The hell is wrong with you!"

"We're just a bunch of lions looking for meat."

Why me?

"Who's up first boys?"

No. Noo.

This is not happening.

I kicked Herb in the stomach, twisted the other guys arm, and bolted for the door.

Unfortunately one of them grabbed my arm and roughly pulled me back.

Fuuuuuuuuuuuck.

James pulled out a knife and placed it against my throat.

"I wouldn't suggest running. You're widely outnumbered. Just take it like a man and you can be on your way. Maybe."

"No! Let me go!" They surrounded me and held me down on the bed again, more firmly than before.

I remembered when 2 guys cornered me in the alley. When I was so young. I'm still young. What the fuck. Two times? Twice! No. I can't do this.

Some of them started taking off their pants. One was going to take off mine.

"Stop it faggots! STOP!" I screamed at the top of my lungs.

My eyes started tearing up. I could feel so many pairs of hands on me.

"I'll kill you all! I won't stop until every fucking one of you is dead!" I continued screeching.

No one could hear my screams. Even if they could, no one would give a fuck. This is one of the shittiest towns in the world.

I remembered all the nightmares I had of that night a few years ago. I'm reliving them.

Dad used to say he would protect me. Wouldn't let anything happen to me.

I don't see him now.

The blade was forgotten, sitting on the night table beside the bed...

I grabbed it quickly and slashed towards where the shit heads where.

Their warm blood splashed on me but I didn't care. Hearing the agonizing screams was the only thing that did.

I stabbed one in the throat and listened to him choke. Another in the stomach. And then in the face (it was ugly anyways). Heh.

Heh heh.

I started laughing out loud.

"Ohhh James you should of let me go. Look what you did now." I giggled gesturing to the dead bodies on the floor and the blood all over the room.

Heh heh heh heh.

"Your fucking crazy!"

"Takes one to know one." I smiled "Now revenge."

With a quick flick of the wrist I cut off his junk.

Yes I did.

I laughed even harder. His face. His scream. He deserved it.

You do know what the fuck did to me. Don't you?

Red is a nice colour. Blood is a nice smell.

Look at them. I warned them. It wasn't going to happen again.

I found my way to the phone and somehow dialled the manors number.

"Hello?"

"Daddyyyyy." I grinned.

"Jason? Jason, where are you! You be-"

"I killed them dad. Hahaha!"

"... What?"

"Red is a nice color. We should paint my room red dad."

"Where are you!"

"Some motel.."

Heh.

"What's it called?"

"Mmm Star... Something."

The knife was still in my hand. Heh heh.

"... Starforce?"

"Ya!"

"I'll be there in 5 minutes."

I sat in the blood covered room, admiring my work.

"Bitches deserved itttt."

I giggled occasionally.

The door burst open and Bruce looked around in shock. Police Commissioner Gordon stood behind him.

"Put down the knife Jason..."

Whaat?

Oh.

I dropped the knife.

He moved toward me, Commish looking around at the bodies.

Bruce put his hands on my shoulders.

"What happened Jason?" He sounded, worried? Shaken?

I snickered.

"..Jason." He shook my shoulders

"Jason?"

Wait what?

I blinked.

Holy shit. HOLY SHIT.

I looked down to see myself COVERED in blood...

My pants were half on.

Bodies scattered the floor.

I... Killed them.

One. Two... Eight people.

I killed people. Eight people. Sure they were shitty people but, what?

I suddenly felt really sick. Dizzy.

The world blurred and turned black around me.

End of Chapter 11

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