When Jonathan got home to his small, dingy house all he could think about was Lena. The way her hair fell around her face, the way her green eyes seem to glow in those terrible florescent lights, the way her lips formed when she was singing… Jonathan, stop! You can't be feeling these things! She is a test subject! Said the voice.
Jonathan was tired of the voice telling him what to do. He had had enough. "You know what? I think that it is you who has held me back all these years. You are constantly hissing in the back of my head and that is why I hardly ever talk to any one. You have told me for as long as I can remember that I 'wasn't good enough to talk to that girl', or 'she thinks I am stupid and I shouldn't waist my time on her'." As realization dawned on him, Jonathan's face fell into a stunned look. He let out a few hollow laughs. "You have been controlling every aspect of my life for more then half of it." He got angry, "You need to get out of my head. I am sick of you! You need to go away and haunt someone else's mind." He thought, I just want to be that innocent little kid again, the kid who didn't know what crazy people sound like when they scream; the innocent adolescent who didn't know what it is like to have a constant voice in the back of his head.
But Jonathan, said the voice. It had taken on a soft, kind tone. You don't want to go back to that mind set. You were weak and helpless back then.
"You mean that I was weak and helpless without you, that's what you are trying to say. Well, I don't want you any more. I am old enough to take care of my own problems without you!"
You WILL listen to ME! Said the voice. Now it was mad.
"NO! I refuse to listen to you any more!" Jonathan was almost screaming. Then he got deathly quite. "I… refuse… to listen to you any more." The voice got quiet and didn't say anything more for the rest of the night. Jonathan thought that he was gone for good. But how wrong he was.
Jonathan was always the first one at the asylum. Often times he had to wait for the person that had the keys to unlock the doors for him. There was a note on Jonathan's desk when he got in the next morning. He picked it up and it said:
I know what you are doing in your spare time. I am intrigued and would be willing to pay just to meet you. Be at your office phone at 12 am. Make sure no one taps the phone line and make sure no one follows you. Throw away this note as soon as you read it. Tear it up into eighths if you want me to call, tear it into fourths if you don't. I hope you will be waiting for the call.
RAG
"What the hell?" Jonathan knew that one of the idiots he works with would think that it would be a hilarious joke to get his hopes up, so he was about to just crumple up the note and throw it away, when someone knocked on the open door.
Jonathan turned his head and saw one of the nurses. "Jonathan, Lena is asking for you."
He nodded and went to throw away the note. He aimed for the trash, but missed. He didn't see it though; he was rushing out of the room to see what Lena needed. The nurse went into the office and saw the note on the floor. She didn't even read it, she just picked it up and tore it into eight pieces; eight has always been her lucky number.
"Yes Lena?" he asked.
"Oh, I just wanted to know if you were here yet. I thought maybe you had forgotten me.
"I could never forget you," he whispered; Loud enough for him to hear, but soft enough to make sure she couldn't. This is really peculiar. He thought. The voice hasn't talked all morning and all I could think about was her. I think it has finally listened to me. Jonathan felt a surge of pride. He thought he had finally overcome the voice.
"So, how much longer is this watch?" she asked.
"A little under 24 hours."
"Oh. Thanks. So, what do you do in your spare time?"
"Well, I teach a class at Gotham U…"
"Which one?" she asked eagerly.
"Psychology."
"Oh, I think I am taking that class this year. What else?"
"Well, in between the class and the internship, I really don't have that much time to do anything. I read,"
"Like what?"
"Psychology books."
"Cool." She was silent for a moment. "Sorry, I was just grasping for conversation. I am really bored."
"I can see. Well, I am getting a page from Doctor Smith," he lied. He needed to get away to clear his head.
"Okay."
A few minutes after he left, all Lena could think about Jonathan. The jet black hair, the pale skin, and those amazing eyes!
She was day dreaming about him when the door opened. She figured that it was Jonathan, so she didn't look up.
"Well hello beautiful," said a familiar voice. But just because it was familiar doesn't mean it didn't strike fear into poor Lena's heart.
She looked up slowly into two big fiery brown eyes.
Jonathan went to his office and shut the door behind him. He had never felt anything like this before. He had never liked any one before. Did he like her? Did he… dare he think it… love her? He sat in his office and thought about it for a long time, he lost track after a half an hour.
He got up and figured he should check on Lena. He heard something, but couldn't make out what it was. As he got closer to Lena's room, it became apparent that she was crying.
"Lena, what is the matter?" She was sitting on the floor, sobbing.
"J-Jonathan," she wept. He entered in the code and wrenched open the door. He rushed to her side. He had never been in a situation were he had to comfort a crying person so he didn't know what to do. All of the sudden, she hugged his body as tight as possibly, like she never wanted to let go and Jonathan tensed up. He didn't remember the last time he had been hugged. He slowly put his arms around her, body still tense, and patted her back.
"What's the matter?" he asked.
"Jonathan! He came and got the door open and he hurt me and threatened to kill me if I told any one what he did to me…" Her words were jumbled and strung together; Jonathan didn't understand what she was saying.
"Slow down. Who got in here, the only way that someone can get in here is with the code. Who threatened to kill you?"
She took a few deep breaths to steady her voice and said, "Okay," tears were streaming down her face. "I will tell you what happened. But I have to start from the beginning."
I know that once again this isn't the best of work, but I just finally got over being sick and you would not believe the make up work that can accumulate over just two days. I have nine days of PE to make up because I tripped going up some stairs last week and broke a toe and you can't really play soccer if your toe is broken. So, I tried my hardest to rush with this one so I could get it up for all of my wonderful readers. I LOVE YOU ALL!
Now, I don't know if any of you caught this in the last chapter, but mostly in this one, that I have decided to make Scarecrow Crane's alter ego. I know that I am changing a character that isn't my own, but it will just be easier to understand what kind of internal battle that he is going through if I make it like that.
Blodeuedd- Thank you for being my constant support! Here have an e-cookie!
Jessamyn Dreamer- Well, you do have a point, it is really hard to sing and do ballet at the same time. I've tried, and it didn't work out to well. And actually I do sing, write, and do a little bit of ballet. But I don't have a job at an asylum. If I could find one where Crane was working, though, I would be one of the first one's to apply! But you did make a valid point; I am in the highest choir in my school and I can't do ballet and sing at the same time. Now I understand why all of the ballets don't have any speaking parts to them. I was just trying to get across the idea that she can be a dark person, but she can be graceful and beautiful at the same time. Oh, and any Mary-sue's you see, please point out so I can tweek my story to make less of a Mary-sue. Or change her a little for the next chapters. Thanks for reviewing! Here have a few e-cookies!
PS-In your next review can you tell me what TTBOMK means? Thanks!
Olympia-mg- Yeah, ch. 4 was a bit schmaltzy. But I didn't want the internal battle between Crane and Scarecrow to be stretched out for forever, so I needed to move Crane's feelings a bit faster then normal. Plus, I am trying to make it so that Crane isn't so bad. Yes, I know that he is a bad guy, but… man I wish I could tell you more! I promise the reason that he isn't going to be so mean to certain people will all be explained! I promise! (Crap! I bet that didn't make any sense, did it? I promise that it will all be explained!) Thanks for reviewing! Have an e-cookie!
I'm sorry for all the fogginess in the story and in the holla-back reviews (don't you love that? Holla-back reviews? My sister said it one day and I think that it is genius!) but all will be explained in due time. Love to everyone who read! Oh! I think that I have this Friday off from school! If that is the case then I will have an extra day to make sure that the next chapter is long and is crafted better then this one!
Love,
Celia
