First of all: I want you all to know this is, in my opinion, a very crappy chapter, so please bear with me. I feel really bad about this chapter :(
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'I'm not coming near that table if he's there!'
Diana flinched at hearing Adam yell from the living-room. She was already sitting at the dinner-table; her hands nestled in her lap.
She looked at Jonathan next to her.
'I'm sorry' she softly apologized.
His warm hand found hers from under the table. He rubbed the back of her hand with his thumb. She blushed furiously at the contact. His hand was warm and comforting against her skin.
'It's completely fine. This isn't your fault' he said comfortingly.
She watched Adam as he entered. He glared at Crane, which made her really uncomfortable. His father followed him into the kitchen, and forced him to sit down across the table.
Diana looked at him. He glared at her.
'I can't believe you got my parents to go along with this' he scoffed.
'Adam' Richard warned.
'What? It's all her fault. If she hadn't gotten cozy with this psycho, this wouldn't be necessary' Adam said angrily.
Diana got up, tears in her eyes. She wasn't ready for more his insults. All he had done was insult her up until now. It only got worse ever since Jonathan had started giving her therapy.
She left the kitchen, hearing Adam snarl at his parents. She went to her room, and took a seat on her bed. She heaved a deep, shaky sigh. Tears began to fill her eyes, and trickled down her cheeks. She sobbed.
She watched Jonathan as he entered, and sat down next to her.
'I'm so…so…sorry' she apologized.
He began to run his hand through her brown hair. She moved closer.
'Shh…don't cry' he whispered.
He kissed her temple softly. She leaned into his touch, realizing how badly she craved his comfort. She needed him.
'I'll talk to him, Diana. I promise this will all be over soon' he whispered.
She rested her head on his shoulder.
'Thank you' she said softly.
'You're welcome' he whispered back.
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Crane entered the kitchen again, finding Adam and his parents there.
'I would like to talk to you, Adam' he spoke.
'Fine' Adam growled.
Even his parents were stunned by his answer. They left the kitchen rather quickly, leaving Crane alone with the young man.
'Whatever you're planning on doing with Diana, I won't allow you to hurt her' he hissed at him.
Crane had to chuckle.
'Has it ever occurred to you that I might actually care for her well-being?' he asked.
'You aren't capable of feeling anything!' Adam snapped at him.
Crane narrowed his eyes.
'Is that so?' he wondered out loud.
'I've seen the way you look at her. It's sickening' Adam scowled.
Crane adjusted his sleeve, feeling the syringe inside his sleeve. He was ready to use his toxin on him. He knew too much.
'And how to do I look at her? The same way you do?' he asked.
Adam's face fell. He stepped closer. For the first time, Crane saw fear in his eyes. Fear of him.
His back met the wall behind him.
'Mark my words, Adam…you will regret the day you decided to intervene with my plans' he hissed quietly.
'And you're going to stop me?' Adam nervously asked.
'Your own parents believe you to be delusional, Diana has ended your friendship because you constantly insult her, and on top of that…no one believes you' Crane spoke.
Adam's eyes widened. Crane swiftly put a hand over the young boy's mouth, before pulling out the syringe, and pushing the needle into his neck. He stepped back, and watched as Adam started screaming. He had to jump back when he attempted to hit him, his eyes wide, and all his sanity…gone.
'It's about time this happened'
'It was worth the waiting. He'll never recover from the dose we gave him'
'His parents will never suspect us'
When his parents entered, he ran for them, screaming. Before they could stop him, he had run past them.
Crane watched for a moment, amused, and pleased things were running so smoothly. He then realized Adam would most likely try to harm Diana, since he believed this was all her fault.
Before he left the kitchen, he pulled out a lighter, turned it on, and allowed it to fall onto the carpet, knowing that kind of fabric would burn up rather quickly, and set everything else near it on fire.
Alongside his parents, he closely followed Adam through his rampage through the house. He left nothing intact. Family pictures, cherishes memories, furniture…he destroyed everything.
Crane felt his heart clench with regret when he heard Diana scream. He pushed past Adam's parents, and headed for Diana's room. He found her there, on the ground, gasping for air, as Adam strangled her.
He wasted no time to act, and grabbed Adam at his arm, which was able to deliver a painful blow to his face, causing his glasses to fall from his face. It wasn't as if he really needed them; he only used his glasses to come across more intelligent, and intimidating.
He was pushed aside by Adam's father, whom pulled the boy off the distressed, and panicked girl underneath him. He pressed him onto the ground, but Adam was proven to be too enraged, and too lost to stay still.
'I hate all of you! You never believed me!' he yelled.
Crane watched as Richard had great difficulty to control his enraged son. He had completely lost it. He was insane.
'Call an ambulance!' he told his wife.
She ran out of the room. Not much later, she screamed there was fire in the house. Crane fought back an inward smirk, before quickly helping Diana up. She trembled heavily against him, her face buried into his chest.
'What's happening?' she asked softly.
He simply held her close to him. Her heart hammered hard against his own chest.
Richard looked at him.
'Get her out of here' he spoke.
He gave a brief nod, before taking Diana with him. She began to cough as they passed the living-room, flames starting to engulf the entire house. Smoke was everywhere.
He saw her look around her. Her fear was very obvious. She was scared. He felt conflicted; he planned on simply leaving Adam and his parents to burn to death in this house, but she would be all alone. She would have no one left from her old life.
He pulled her along with him, taking her out of the house as quickly as he could.
Once outside, he watched the flames come out of the windows.
'We have to go back inside. They might be trapped' Diana said softly.
He placed a hand on her shoulder. She turned to him. Her eyes were wide, and filled with tears.
'They'll be fine, I promise' he lied.
He knew they would die. They had probably already burned to death.
She threw her arms around his neck, and buried her face into his chest. She sobbed.
He wrapped one arm around her waist, while reaching for his pocket with his free hand. He pulled out a syringe, filled with a mild sedative. He looked at Diana, crying in his arms.
'Do it, Johnny. Or you'll never get this chance again'
He chewed on the inside of his cheek. He didn't want to hurt her, but he couldn't live another day without her.
He pulled the cap of the syringe, before slowly pushing her hair away from her neck. She kept sobbing into his chest, her panic from the fire and Adam losing his mind very obvious.
He lowered the syringe towards her neck, doubting whether to do this or not.
'Jonathan, I'm scared' she softly said.
He tightened his grip on her waist. He had no choice; he had to do this. Despite how wrong it felt to hurt her…it was necessary. He needed her.
'I'm so sorry' he apologized.
He slowly pushed the needle into her neck. A cry of pain left her lips. He felt her grip on him tighten, before her grip slowly loosened, and she completely lost her consciousness.
He lifted her up into his arms, and cast one final look at the burning house, that was slowly surrounded by worried neighbors. They failed to notice him, as he placed Diana into the backseat of his car, and slowly drove back to his apartment. His heart leaped in his chest, as he looked into the rearview mirror, seeing Diana lying in the backseat. He smiled. He finally had her; she was his now.
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Once he had arrived at his apartment, Crane carried the girl downstairs. She was very light, he noticed. She barely weighted anything.
He gently let her rest on the bed, and stepped back. A smile crept up his lips. He was so glad she was finally here. After waiting so long…she was here, with him.
He took a seat on the edge of the bed, and watched her sleep. Her long, brown hair was spread out onto the pillows. She looked breathtaking.
He noticed, her clothes had gotten rather dusty from the fire, and probably smelled like that too. He doubted whether to change her clothes or not.
'You should change her; she'll look beautiful in that pink, little babydoll you bought her'
Crane sighed deeply.
'I guess clean clothes would be better for her'
Scarecrow made no comment after that. Crane stood up, and headed for her closet. He opened it, and picked up the article his other half had mentioned.
Slowly, he got back to the bed, and placed the ruffled dress, and matching panties down onto the mattress.
His heartbeat picked up as he removed her shoes, and leggings, exposing her long legs. The sudden amount of bare skin had him take in a very deep breath. He moved to slowly pull up her dress, revealing her curvy hips, flat stomach, and her chest. A soft chuckle escaped him at seeing she wore a mismatched bra and panties, but it didn't take away her beauty.
Soon, he had removed her dress as well, leaving her in her underwear. His eyes wandered over her body. She was so curvy for her age. She was perfect, in his eyes.
She turned her head to the side, a soft sigh escaping her. She kept sleeping peacefully, making him smile.
Carefully, he brought his hands up behind her back, to unclasp her bra. Once he took that off, he removed the last article of her clothing, leaving her naked beneath him.
He took a moment to observe her. She was everything he had hoped to be. What worried him though, was the fact he could slightly see her ribs. She was thin, but almost unhealthily so. He reminded himself to take very good care of her, so she'd gain some more weight.
He took the small dress and underwear, and carefully dressed her in it. He smiled at seeing her in the little dress, the color suiting her pale skin. He didn't know what it was, but the light, pink color really brought out her sweet innocence.
He lowered his head to her neck, allowing himself to breathe in her soft perfume. He stroked her hair, making her moan softly in her sleep. He stifled back a groan, the simple sound of her moaning, arousing him.
'I've waited so long for you…' he spoke.
She turned her head to the other side, making her nose brush down his cheek. When he slightly turned his head, he found himself only inches away from her face. He trembled slightly, before getting off her, much to his other half's protest.
'What are you doing?'
'She needs her rest. She'll be very distressed once she realizes I brought her here'
Scarecrow grumbled inside his head, which had him chuckle. He went to the door, and took one final look at the young girl on the bed. He couldn't stop himself from smiling. He would never be able to let her go now.
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Gordon got out of his police car, and sighed deeply, before turning to his colleague. The fire-department was busy securing the apartment in front of them.
'What happened?' he asked.
'Fire in the kitchen. Three dead, one missing' his colleague, a young woman said.
She handed Gordon the files, showing both the victims, and the missing person. The person missing was none other than the young girl he had rescued only a few weeks back.
'You know her?' his colleague asked.
'Diana O'Connell, age nineteen, grew up in the Narrows with an alcoholic mother and a rapist stepfather, and her father left when she was sixteen. She recently started living with this family, after both her mother and stepfather passed away' Gordon explained.
'Does she have any other contacts?' the woman asked.
Gordon thought long, and a name came up in his head. He nodded.
'Jonathan Crane' he spoke.
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Crane wasn't surprised that Officer Gordon showed up at his doorstep later that night. He welcomed him, to avoid any and all suspicion.
'Diana's missing' Gordon simply said.
Crane allowed his eyes to widen, as if he didn't know.
'She isn't here?' Gordon informed.
'I'm afraid not, sir. What happened?' Crane asked with faked shock.
'There was a fire at the Fischer residence. Both Mr. and Mrs. Fischer, and their son are dead. And since Diana has developed a pretty close relationship with you, I guessed you would know where she is' Gordon explained.
'I dare to think Adam killed her' Crane said.
His statement had Gordon frown.
'That's a rather bold accusation' he commented.
'Young Adam had already started to become delusional in his time as my student. I think he went insane, set the house on fire, killed Diana, and disposed of her body' Crane said.
'Do you have any proof to back that theory up?' Gordon asked.
'He has already tried to harm her before. She called me one night, distressed and crying, telling me how he had kissed her against her will. Before I could do anything, the phone line was disconnected' Crane explained.
Gordon nodded, before heading back for the door.
'Thank you for your time, Dr. Crane. I probably won't bother you again. I'll let you know if we find her' he explained.
'Please do find her. The Narrows are dangerous at night' Crane called after him, before closing the door. A smirk curled on his lips. This officer was beyond stupid.
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I'm SO sorry it took so long. Work left me with no free time to update. I promise I'll try to make the next chapter better.
Also, check out my profile to see the dress Diana was wearing. It's really cute.
Anyways, have a nice day!
~TheOneWithTooManyInterests