Chapter 6
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I took a few liberties time wise in this chapter. Only 1 or 2 more to go. I hope you all like it. Pleaser review! PLEASE!
Bruce awoke to sweat covered sheets. He gazed at the clock. 4Am. The day, the time, none of it mattered. What did matter? Bruce began to crawl out of his sheets to find out.
Alfred had fallen asleep. It was not a deep slumber but one that much needed. Without warning he was jolted awake at the touch of a hand. His eyes panicked lost in the middle of a dream only to see Bruce carefully pulling string from a button on his wool sweater. Bruce's eyes were so intense that Alfred for a moment wasn't sure if he was awake, asleep or had finally fallen pray to the toxin's poison completely. Alfred inched away from Bruce's prying fingers. As Bruce saw the button slowing edging from his grasp, he turned his eyes up to Alfred's. An amused yet sinister smile preyed upon his lips. His face looked ghastly white almost as if death had already fallen upon him.
"Master Wayne?" Alfred whispered in fear, what are you doing?"
Bruce continued to stare at the button slowing entwining the fallen strings into a knot.
"Did you know that scarecrows are created to terrorize?"
Alfred baffled by the simplicity of Bruce's statement remained silent.
"They are you know much more complicated than we had realized, you see. They are twisted and thin, yet so strong…so strong…"
Alfred was at a loss as to what Bruce meant.
"So much, they are sir. You have wonderful buttons my friend. They are so beautiful, simple, and continuous. Press one and the answer will come. "
Answer? Could Bruce be talking about a solution in his riddled mind?
"Hold on…No! Leave me alone!" Bruce began to scream and cower in the corner of darkness he had found on the bed, hidden from any moonlight.
Alfred turned sharply behind only to see nothing. The images were becoming stranger for Bruce. There seemed to be no end. It was nearing the 22nd hour. What should he do? Alfred had been entrusted with the sacred secret of this man, his son. Could he break that trust? Would Bruce disapprove even though getting help would save his life?
As Alfred pondered his next move, Bruce reached out his arm from the darkness grasping Alfred's tightly. Alfred could only see half of Bruce's grimace in the moonlight while the other side was banished in darkness.
"Follow the fox, my friend, for they are the cleverest of creatures."
Alfred met Bruce's eyes and nodded.
"Indeed they are sir, followed closely by the bat."
Alfred sensed a grin forming on Bruce's lips. Alfred picked up the telephone and called Lucius.
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