Killer Obsession
Chapter 11
One Down
"There goes another damn warden!" Alfred exclaimed, as Bruce Wayne walked into the room. Bruce jumped, but smirked and shook his head. He went over and sat next to Alfred at the counter. By the time he got there, he had grown dead serious.
Bruce knew the story… How, Amadeus Arkham, the once founder of Arkham Asylum, created the "house of horrors" from dust. One night there was a riot, the escaped inmates captured Arkham and chained his limbs to the back of cars… and the rest is, bloody, history.
"I still can't believe he escaped, Alfred," said Bruce wearily.
"Don't worry, sir, you will find him…" Alfred said reassuring Bruce.
Bruce shook his head, "I had to create a monster of technology, just to pinpoint his location."
"Sir… you… will… find him," Alfred said firmly. Bruce looked into Alfred's eyes and smiled.
"Well… this place looks like shit…" the Joker said looking around in an old, rusted, playground shack. His followers stared at him, completely out of place and frightened. The Joker had managed to get the rest of his costume and had fresh paint of makeup surrounding his face.
"Well," Harley Quinn said confidently, "It's the only thing I got, on such short notice."
The Joker smiled at her, "I got a better place!" he said excitedly.
The Joker slammed open the doors to their new hideout. It was a ten story, abandoned, apartment building. It was located in the backwaters of Gotham, where only thugs and drug dealers resided.
His men "oohed and aahed" at the space around them. It was the biggest suite in the entire building; Joker had already planted computer equipment next to the very large glass window that looked out at Gotham. It had luxury seats, couches, and beds everywhere. It had electricity, running water, and more importantly… bathrooms…
"So, what do you think?" the Joker asked proudly. Just above the grand window, the word 'joke' painted green, was placed above it, with an 'R' painted in red and was backwards, after it.
As his men explored the several bedroom suite, Harley piped up, "Its grand!" she yelled her arms outstretched and spinning around in circles. The Joker caught and looked into her eyes. She looked back and smiled…
Somewhere else, something different was being planned… The "head" was the threat… and he wasn't the one to be allowed to carry out any of his threats…
Michael Chetts walked out of the bar he had been visiting. He walked out into an alleyway and looked both ways, he sighed at the fact neither of them seemed to end. He didn't have a drop of liquor, because it stung the scars... It had been eleven years… Eleven years since it had ruined his chance, as a star football player… Eleven years since it had ripped… his… tongue… out…
Michael looked left and then right, again, debating which way he should go... He chose right and started walking down the long alleyway. He heard a clatter ahead of him. He looked up and couldn't see anything, because the alleyway lights were the only source of light and had cut off at certain places, leaving certain spots pitch black.
Michael pulled a small device and held it to a certain point on his throat, "Who's there?" he called in a robotic voice. Another clatter and an empty garbage can rolled into the light's view. Michael shivered from the cold and pulled a small pistol out of his pocket, after all this was Gotham. He pointed the gun into the darkness, "Who's there?" he repeated.
"You still stink of sweat and fear…" a very deep and gravelly voice called out.
Michael shivered, again, from the cold and the voice, "Stay back!" he yelled and held up the gun, "I have a gun!" he yelled once more.
"Heh," the voice chuckled, "Pathetic…" the voice said quietly and stepped out of the shadows. Michael immediately fell backwards at what he just beheld, a beast towered over him and looked at him with cold, yellow, eyes.
'It grew…' Michael thought to himself. The beast stomped up to him. "Please, don't hurt me! I have a kid!" he begged, the device held to his throat.
The beast looked down at him, "Why should I care?" it said stomping closer to him. Michael screamed, but no sound came out, as the beast slammed its foot into his face…