The second half! (intended on spaces between them but oh well) Hope you like it!
Chapter 5
Let the mental basing begin! (Part 2)
Crane too was mystified by the animals' strange behavior, and after glancing at Sarah he could tell she was questioning its appearance.
'Birds would not be above attacking a human, it has been known to happen however rare. But not in such a manner, it attacked me the moment I drew her blood.'
He remembered well her little 'story' of her friends' resurrection, but had written it off as impossibility. People did not rise from the grave, a year after becoming deceased, whole and thirsting for the souls of those who murdered them. It was pure fantastical bullsht. The kind of thing you would tell a child, and any one else gullible enough to believe, that they could be killed by an avenging ghost or cadaver bent on send them to hell.
The crow, after glancing from Sarah to Crane seemed to decide it was no longer needed and promptly flew out the open window as swiftly as it had entered. They both remained still watching to see if the visitor would return to interrupt any further goings on. After many silent moments Crane looked back at Sarah, studying her reaction once more.
Sarah mentally shook herself to return to matters at hand. With a sigh she left the small bedroom, wandered down a cramped hallway into a whitewashed bathroom of blinding light. She grabbed Band-Aids, a few cloths dampened with water from the sink, and a bottle of bactine. After she washed the blood off her wrist and hand and being sure it bleeding at stopped she turned off the accursed light and went back into the bedroom with her supplies. Glancing at Crane quickly to see if he had moved she tossed the supplies onto the bed not really wanting to get close enough for him to grab her again. Not that she was sure it even mattered since she had no idea how well he could move the rest of his body, she still didn't want to take any chances though.
This amused him to no end, but his face remained impassive as he took care of the wounds inflicted by the crows' sharp beak and talons. Once done her set the medical supplies on a small bureau next to her bed and resumed his study of her person.
She hadn't expected him to move so suddenly, so she stumbled back a few paces when he fluidly stood from the bed with a smirk playing across his lips once more. After picking up his shirt and buttoning it up to the top three he quickly strode over to her. Sarah backed up until she felt her back collide with the wall, knocking some of the breathe she was holding from her lungs.
This time he didn't touch her right away, but stood so close all he need to do was lean forward the slightest bit for her to be fully pinned to the wall by his body.
"Was that another friends of yours Sarah, hm? Some guardian angel sent to protect you from me? Because I think you will need more than a bird to save you should you choose the hard way to work with me." He leaned forward enough to touch her, from which she flinched, but could more no further from him then a few centimeters.
"In Gotham your not safe in your own home, people need a lesson and they do not seem to want to learn. I am their teacher Sarah, in some ways not so different from your vigilante. The question still stands, will you help me or no? Time is running out darling Sarah, it is now time to make your choice." Before she could blink his hands were around her throat, pushing her fully into the wall and slowly causing her vision to blur and darken until she could no longer make out his form. Her final thoughts before blacking out were not of Eric but Jonathan Crane, a desperate reach for sanity that he no longer seemed to have a foothold on. Then she fell into darkness.