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Chapter Six
"Lisa!" Jonathan yelled as he slammed the front door closed and chucked his briefcase at a nearby chair. He was furious; at Lisa, the bat-man, and most of all at Amy.
Cowering in fear, Lisa entered. "Yes?"
"Is it time for another session, Lisa?"
"No…no. I'm fine. I promise to behave."
"Come here," he ordered and Lisa grudgingly obeyed. He gripped her chin tightly and forced her to look into his ice-cold blue eyes. "Do you need another session? Do not lie to me."
Lisa lowered her head, defeated. Jonathan smiled. "You always were a good liar, Lisa."
Jonathan collected his briefcase and ordered Lisa to sit. As she stared at him blankly, Jonathan excitedly filled the syringes with his 'medication'. He did not incorporate talk therapy into his sessions anymore with Lisa. His current methods were cruel, using drugs and other methods to induce pain during these horrendous torture sessions.
All of the drugs that he used on Lisa and Amy were his own creations. The first one would send Lisa into an altered, dream-like state before he injected the hallucinogenic drug. While she dozed under the weight of the initial sedative, he would assume the identity of either Scarecrow or Jackson to terrify her. He forced her to confront her fears under the second drug, which were according to his extensive notes; knives, blood, shattered glass, guns, rape, confined places, Jackson, and an overwhelming fear of death. The therapy did little to benefit Lisa but gave Jonathan a thrill of pleasure as he insured his domination over Lisa.
"Jonathan, can we do this another time? Please? I want to wait for Amy." Lisa pleaded, desperately trying to avoid another dreaded session with him.
"No, Lisa, that's not acceptable. I know you need this especially since Amy won't be coming home," he hissed, preparing the first hypodermic needle.
"Oh god, Jon. Tell me that you didn't…"
Jonathan gripped her arm and inserted the needle into the vein of her wrist quickly before she had a chance to object. "I will get her back eventually and finish her therapy too," he whispered. "I will strip her of her remaining will just as I destroyed yours."
As Lisa slept, unaware of his fervent promise, Jonathan straightened his tie. Tonight, he would wear no mask nor would he hide in his dead brother's clothing. He would be just Dr. Jonathan Crane, a misunderstood psychiatrist trying to help a patient overcome her debilitating fears.
Once he was ready to begin, Jonathan injected the fear-inducing toxin and pulled the knife from his briefcase. As Lisa stirred, he lightly traced her throat with the blade.
Her heart began to race and her green eyes opened, darting back and forth. Her fear was very much alive and tonight, she would relive her greatest nightmare.
Jonathan's sadistic smile was all that Lisa could see as he slipped the knife along the scar on her breast. She trembled at the blade's cold caress.
"No, please don't!" Lisa cajoled; her pathetic attempts to struggle elicited blood.
"Stay still or you'll get hurt."
"No!"
Jonathan carefully reopened the wound and clamped his hand over her mouth to muffle her cry of pain. "Ssh, my pet. We're just getting started."
Lisa shook violently, the blood seeping from the wound, staining her white blouse. She was fearful for her life.
"Tell me, Lisa." Jonathan demanded. "What do you fear? Are you frightened yet?"
"Please, let me go. Take whatever you want, just don't hurt me…" Lisa whispered not knowing that it was Jonathan who was tormenting her. The man before her had no face being that it was obscured by shadows, darkness, and blood. Her blood.
Jonathan laid the bloody blade against her cheek. "Aw, you know I can't do that. I need to help you, Lisa. I only want to help."
Lisa turned her face to the side, away from him. "Jonathan!" she screamed. "Help me, Jon!"
"That's a good girl, Lisa."
Jonathan put the knife down and reached for a shard of glass. Killing Jackson by shooting him, causing him to fall out the window, had inspired a fear of glass. Not to mention making Lisa gun-shy.
He held the shard in front of her face. "No!" she stuttered, desperately trying to knock the glass from his hand. "Stop!"
Jonathan smirked at her and slipped the glass down her throat. She froze, tears surging from her eyes. He traced the glass delicately against her skin, covering most of her body before tossing the piece of glass to the floor. Lisa jumped as it broke against the tiled floor.
She was sobbing now as he reached for the gun. They were nearing the end of the session now.
"Are you frightened, Lisa?" he questioned. "Do you fear me?"
"Yes!" she gasped and then yelped as the cold metal touched her skin. She struggled violently, as if the gun had scalded her flesh. Jonathan laughed. The gun was always a catalyst for her terror, which haunted her of her crime.
He placed the gun in her right hand, closing her struggling hand around it. Her pointer finger was on the trigger. He double-checked that the silencer was screwed on properly. He aimed the gun towards the ceiling.
"Do it, Lisa," Jonathan demanded. "Pull the trigger."
"I can't!"
"Do it or you will die."
Crying, Lisa pulled the trigger as Jonathan had directed. She screamed at the sound of the gunshot. He went to take the gun from her grasp when it went off again.
Jonathan froze. Slowly, he touched his shoulder, where the second bullet had lodged itself. Lisa had shot him.
He ripped the gun from her grasp and tossed it aside. Jonathan moved away from Lisa as she curled up into a defenseless ball. He had broken her again. Satisfied, he gave her the third drug and gave an instruction to her mind to forget the details of the session. Her conscious mind would forget the events, yet it would remain locked in the fore-front of her unconscious; effectively haunting her. That was her punishment and her curse.
As for the bullet in his shoulder, it was to his benefit. He quickly cleaned up the house and wiped down the weapons he had used. Then, Jonathan created a crime scene. He knocked over furniture and ransacked their small home.
Pleased with his fake 'crime scene', Jonathan called the police.
"I would like to report a kidnapping," Jonathan said, inserting a tone of panic into his voice after an officer picked up. "My name is Dr. Jonathan Crane and two men just broke into my house and kidnapped my daughter. They also assaulted my wife and myself. We need medical assistance."
Author's Notes:
Jonathan is ruthless and twisted. Now Gordon is in a tight spot because he knows that Amy was not kidnapped. Enjoy and many thanks to emptyvoices! The next chapter should be up soon!
