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CHAPTER 25 – Alone in Abyss

The streets screamed with the toxic fog, covering it in a thick coat that could be seen like smog from the highest rooftops, only deadlier than any air pollution. People ran in different directions, hiding in whatever corner they could crawl into to escape the ill fate of the monsters created from the depth of their imperil conscious. It sang with their cries of terror and floated trough the city, singing to the ears of the serial killers that roamed them like orange death clouds since their freedom from the icy walls of the asylum.

It sang to Scarecrow as well as he donned on his mask after they freed him, the men dressed like cops, but far from being cops. They had come into the room he was chained in and tossed his mask into his lap. He glimpsed at it then, with only raising his eyes, he lifted his gaze to the two men. They only spoke three words as they undid him.

"Time to play."

It was music to his ears. He had smiled emotionlessly as they undid the straps then, with mere grace he strolled out of the asylum, mask in one hand and let his iced eyes scan the city. It was in a rage. The entire city. He smiled and pulled the mask down and began walking. Half way towards Gotham Park he managed to knock a police officer off his horse with a branch. He hopped on the horse and took over the city, never feeling freer in his life.

He chased citizens, loving the sound of terrors erupting from their lungs as they ran, seeing him as a terrifying monster on a death horse. He cackled as he rode on and followed the others from the asylum. He recognized Zsasz. One of the men he had helped Jonathan spring from prison into the asylum.

The man's attention was on a little boy and a young woman, he stared at them then turned away into the night, searching for reinforcements …he recognized her immediately; it was Rachel Dawes. Jonathan's wife's friend. She was comforting the drugged little boy, but with no side affects herself. Batman had fixed her after all.

"It's okay, it's okay. No one's going to hurt you."

He galloped up to her on the horse. "Of course they are."

She stared at him confused. "Crane?"

He shook a finger at her. "No Scarecrow."

Rachel took off running with the little boy and he went after them. She soon found herself cornered. "There's nothing to fear," he told her, unaware of her hand fishing inside her coat pocket. "But fear itself."

Before he could dodge, Rachel fired the tazer at him and it spun, hitting him in the face. Scarecrow screamed and let go of the reins as the horse took off, dragging him along for the ride.

From the moment the shock went through him, it fired along his nerves, all he could feel was the numbing pain. He screamed and shouted, but not in pain from the shock, but because he was lost in a black void.

His foot came loose from the harness and he rolled to a stop, lying on his stomach, face buried in the crook of his arm as he breathed heavily through the mask. With a trembling hand he removed the mask, revealing a slight burn mark on his left cheek, but he didn't care for it much. He touched it gingerly and felt the burning pain. He let out a shuddering breath and lay there for a few moments, head tilted down, staring at the broken asphalt. His breath still shuddered from fear, his blue eyes jerked around the area, surveying it, unaware and unable to comprehend anything.

When found the courage, he lifted his head and let his eyes scan the area. It was deserted, nothing but trash combed the streets and the buildings were beyond abandoned. The windows were shattered and broken out, paint and plaster was crumbling from the sides. His breathing became harder, more panic filled as he pushed himself up into a crouch. He tried to stand but found his legs unable to work at the precise moment.

He sat there and buried his face in his hands, ignoring the pain in his cheek. He didn't know where he was or how he got there…the last thing he remembered…clearly remembered was a phone call and a voice, a sweet melodious voice coming from the other end of the line. But he couldn't remember.

He felt cool metal touch his face and glanced at his hand, coming face to face with a wedding band on his finger. He touched the metal and felt an instant comfort.

"You're safe with me." The voice said. The same voice from the phone call.

"Emmeline," the name slipped so easily from his lips. Jonathan remembered her…at least her voice. He knew she belonged to him…and that something bad had happened…something that tore them apart this very night. Something happened after that phone call. He remembered talking to another person…Rachel. But he wasn't talking to her…not alone at least. Someone else had been there, in his head, but he couldn't remember them, couldn't feel them there.

He pushed himself to his feet and stumbled, catching himself against a wall. He felt suddenly dizzy and brought his hand to his aching head, touching a cut there and letting out a pain filled hiss. He had to sit down. Had to sleep, if only for a few minutes to regain himself, to remember who he was, where he came from and what happened.

He managed to get into one of the buildings and shut the door behind him. He sat on the floor in the farthest corner behind some old wooden boxes that were piled high and leaned back, shutting his eyes.

With his eyes closed, he finally began to drift into sleep. But it was anything but peaceful. He remembered everything in those few minutes and woke up in a panic, breathing harder than before, his heart hammering in his chest, the blood pounding in his head so hard he could hear it.

His eyes jetted across the floor, but seeing nothing but the memories that rushed his mind. Emmeline. He had married her, fell madly in love after being attacked at the station. She was the one constant thing in his life that he adored. Russ…Emmy's hard headed brother that had an unknown soft spot for him. Starling…had killed his unborn child and brutalized Emmy. Falcone…he had brought down the big boss that had started the chain reaction of ruining his life. Rachel…he blamed her for everything that had happened to Emmy and partially still did. Ra's…the man he unofficially worked for and helped. Wayne…Bruce Wayne…Batman…the man that had locked him in the abyss and ruined him forever…Gotham…the city he was a fugitive in.

"Oh God," he let out a shuddering breath and buried his face in his hands as a tear slid down his dirty cheek, stinging the burn. His life was over, gone, stolen. He was alone. Left in the dark. Left back in the void he'd been locked in. Stuck in this hell hole forever in downtown Gotham. Trapped. Scared. Cold. Alone. He had nothing left. No one. At least in his mind he hadn't been physically alone, Scarecrow had ruled his body and destroyed his life. But now…he was in control of his body, what was left of his life and that was a scary truth.

He kept his face buried in his hands and wept silently.

"Emmeline," he whispered her name in the dark and for the first time he was truly alone.

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