Ok, heres the next bit from me! Not sure if anyone here is still readin it but I've had requests to write more so I shall!
Chapter 4
Let the mental basing begin! (Part 1)
If she hadn't been nervous around him before, she was buried in it now. The multiple implications his words held cut off any witty retort she could have mustered about his mental state being choice for making any improvements what so ever on anything, let alone his toxin.
"No. Well, if you don't know then maybe a volunteer would be too much to hope for. I am not opposed to other means of acquiring subjects, but I assure you it would be much easier on them if they should choice to willingly cooperate."
Sarah didn't know what to do at the moment but remain firmly planted right where she was in the hope he would let her go long enough so she could do something, preferable bolt to find a better means of handling him.
'Yah, like that's going to happen. Keep dreaming.' was the rather sarcastic response from her subconscious.
She didn't remember him intimidating her this much at Arkham, and he wasn't even standing over her, he was sitting down! She soon decided she didn't want to find out how things would go should she refuse. Judging by his grip on her wrist she would have one hll of a fight on her hands if she said no.
'He doesn't even need to be built like a bouncer or some street thug with those eyes. God dmn it I promised myself I wouldn't let him get to me and what am I doing now, nothing, that's what! I've never liked the easy way out but do I really want to push him? Right now I need to play it carefully. This is a dangerous game, and so far I seem to be losing horribly.'
The only thing she seemed capable of doing around him, mentally bashing herself. But there was nothing for it, she had no idea to the extent of what Crane was capable of, now didn't seem the proper time to find out either.
If it was possible his grip had just gotten tighter around her bony wrist. Sarah winced when she felt his nails digging into her bruised flesh, looking down she saw pearls of blood seeping out from under his fingers creating red lines down her hand.
Suddenly a loud screech broke the heavy silence, with a jerk Crane released her wrist, blood now spreading over the back of his hand from several punctures. Sarah took a few steps back away from the doctor her eyes shifting from him to the crow now perched on the end of her bed watching Crane.
Crane was no longer the only element in the room giving her the jitters. Her brain started to throb against her skull, her heart beat against her ribcage like a caged animal ready to rip its way out through her throat.
'No bird would do that, no normal bird, unless maybe it was protecting its owner. And that's a BIG maybe…I'm not its owner. I've only seen a crow do that when…but how could it be…how and why would he be here. He couldn't…not again, he's at peace now with Shelly, the murder avenged, how could it be happening again?' Her mind was racing with impossible notions as to how and why, but none seemed right.