RAWR!!
Back in action with not much time to spare so on we go!!
Don't own anything used in my stories! Not even S.K...he belongs to my lover KAtie I love her soooooo much and if it were not for her you would not be getting this update cause im using her computer!! WHY AM I NOT HER!?
Er...Sorry, Katie's a little bit hyper right now. She basically attacked me to write that, and I'm too lazy too backspace it all... -.-; ...
I need to find new friends...
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I didn't go to school the next day.
Or the next day.
Or the next.
The weekend rolled around and I was forced to go outside.
"We just want you to have a life again, Mar'i, " Miki told me when she came to take me from my home. The only problem was I didn't have a life without Brendon. I agreed after much force on Miki's part and headed off to Jump City Mall.
"So how about the pink one Mar?" Miki threw a bubblegum pink tank top at me. "It'd look great with those jeans."
"I'm not really into pink, Miki..You should know that by--" The store alarm suddenly rang out and cut off my sentence.
"What's going on!?" Miki shouted over the ringing.
"I'm not quite sure." We quickly dove behind a salesrack. Then I heard it.
The piano laughter rang out in my ears.
I peered through the mass of clothes only to confirm what I already knew. S.K was standing there laughing and ordering Joker's minions to take the money in the register. In his hand was a 22 milameter.
"Crap!" I whispered to Miki who was standing behind me, or so I thought, " We're outnumbered. We can't chan--" I turned a the sound of a high picthed scream.
"MIKI?!" I turned back and sure enough she was in a death grip by a beastly looking creature. I wouldn't really qualify him as a human. His muscles were more like a rhino's more so than a persons.
Rhino-man held Miki as if she were a loaf aoff bread rather than a one-hundred and ten pound thrashing teenager.
"Where's the other one Frank?! Are you really that stupid?" S.K shouted at Rhino-man Frank. Frank just put his head down and let S.K smack him across the face, all the while Miki was still thrashing about like a fish thrown on land.
S.K sighed and took three long graceful steps in my direction. He swiftly parted the clothes I was hidden behind and grabbed me, throwing me over his shoulder with great ease.
"Frank? Do you see her? She's the one we need more okay?" Rhino-Frank nodded. "Douchebag..." S.K muttered under his breath. He passed me over to Rhino-Frank and I was instantly sickened by the smell of peppermint. Did Rhinos even eat peppermint? I was incased by his iron chains of arms and started thrashing as well. I might as well have been encased in cement. Even with my super-strength I could not escape from the Peppermint-eating rhino.
The Police arrivied after about five minutes of dealing with the overpowering scent of peppermint. They brought the german shepards that reminded me of Titan and guns that were as black and shiny as their boots.
Shots rang out and somebody screamed. I looked up at Rhino-Frank and he manervered me slightly so I could see what was going on.
Comminsioner Port, my dad's friend Vince who was once the local bike cop of my area of Jump, was holding his leg in pain. Sk was laughing happily, rolling on the floor in glee.
"Dude," He chortled. "I shot you in the leg. THE LEG!" He laughed harder and harder, his piano compistion of laughter becoming more and more complex. "I mean of all the fucking places! THE LEG!" He laughed again. The piano melody stopped aruptly when another gunshot rang out.
Comminsioner Port had just shot S.K.
And nothing happened.
S.K's laughter returned, the piano melody weaving through the air. He reached into his shirt where the bullet had entered and pulled something out of him and threw it on the floor.
A bullet, still intact.
S.K was immune to being shot. That's why he didn't die a year ago when he was supposed to.
"EWWWW!" Miki screamed, both of us still trying to break Rhino-Frank's peppermint-scented hold. "He just pulled it out of his body like it was nothing! That is disgusting!" S.K laughed harder. Rhino-Frank laughed along with him. Big mistake.
S.K's laughter stopped immedetily. Rhino-Frank, oblivious, still laughed, his deep chortle rumbling through his body.
"Frank..." S.K turned very slowly around to face us, His smile wiped clean off his face and his eyebrows creased, his jaw locked tightly.
Rhino-Frank stopped suddenly. His face full of fear. "Ye...Y-yes...sir?" He asked timidly.
S.K's voice was like cold steel, "Did you just laugh with me...without my consent?" I felt something wet it my shoulder, it smelled of peppermint. I stopped thrashing and looked up. Rhino-Frank's chin was shaking so much spit came out of it. Peppermint leaf flakes fell with it. I'll never eat peppermints again after today. I swear on my life, which I feared could end very, very soon.
Before I even knew what happened S.K was behind Rhino-Frank in an instant and had snapped his neck like a toothpick. He pulled Miki and myself quickly from Rhino-Frank's now dead arms. He smiled wickedly at my appaled face and pointed a gun to my head.
"Sorry love, I kill whoever I don't like. It's nothing personal really. You're a cool kid but I got orders ya know?" He laughed again and cocked the gun. I saw a brief image of Brendon in my head.
"So that's how it's going to be?" I looked up at him, not one ounce of defeat in my body just determination. Miki on the otherhand had different plans. She thrased against S.K's icy grip on her arm. I just looked at him.
"That's exactly how it's going to be, Elena." He replied. My eybrows rose.
"Elena?" I asked him puzzled. "Who is that? I'm Mar'i remember?" He looked confused for a moment. Before looking mad again.
"Shut up, Elena!" He shouted. Miki stopped moving, and civilians looked puzzled, looking at eachother and around the room searching for the Elena who wasn't even there.
S.K shook his head angerly and threw me into the nearest wall, Miki sailing through the air after me. He walked out of the store, then throwing the comminser out of the way along his way. His minions followed closely behind. One of them stopped and took money out of Rhino-Frank's wallet.
"Don't let them get away!" A cop shouted at his men, they all ran out of the store.
My bones ached as I stood up, "Miki, round up the team. We're taking a trip to Arkham Asylum." I said as stoically as my grandfather.
We arrived in gotham the next day. I had taken the stitches out of my arm and moved my arm band to that arm to hide the nasty scar that had followed.
Bruce Wayne had decided to grace our company today. We were just curious students on field trip. At least, that's what everbody thought. I looked over at April and gave her a small smile. She glared at me her emerald eyes hard and cold. I looked away.
" 'S' ok Marie," Wally whispers on my left. "She'll realize eventually. And then you two will be best friends again." He gave me a smile, his dimples showing against his freckled face.
"I don't think it will ever be okay." I said curtly and walked away from him headed towards my grandfather.
"Show we get to see the case files?" I asked him. He nodded shortly.
"Only for a little bit, I don't have long here. Shareholder's meeting today. You should join me, you might like the buisness life." I shook my head.
"That's not really my style Brucey old buddy," He frowned at my kidding. "Plus, I'm not really in the mood for even being here. But, hey, obligations first, right?" His frown grew more pronouced.
"I told you about falling in love with your team mates was bad. I told the same thing to your father. And he lost his wife for nine years. Nobody listens to me." I looked away from him and his scolding. He then put on a fake polite smile and walked in. We all did the same. My own was very forced.
"Ah, Miss Quinzel! It's been too long." Grandpa smiled and shook hands with a very beautiful woman. She was at least 5'7 with her blond hair pulled back into a low bun. She shook hands with him happily a grin as big as the chesire cat's on her face.
"Has everything been well Mr. Wayne?" She asked polietly her blue eyes sparkling.
"Everything's been great. Oh! Harleen! Before I forget this is my grandaughter Marie and her friends Michelle Stone, April Logan, Terrance Harper, and twins Wally and Jasmine West." She smiled kindly at us.
"It's a pleasure to meet you all. Especially you Miss Grayson. I've heard you've taken you're adoptive father's last name now correct?" She asked. I nodded. All part of the lies of double life. The story was I was adopted by Richard Grayson who married Kory Anders a month later. It was better then anything I could come up with.
"That's nice. You have a lovely family Bruce. But, let's keep moving shall we?" She gestured down the corridor and we followed. I looked into every cell, curiously. One lady was treating a plant like it was a god.
We walked further and further down the hallway 'till we came to a small door. Harleen unlocked it and looked puzzled.
"Why do you need this again Mr. Wayne?" She asked. My grandfather shook his head.
"Need to know basis Miss Quinzel, you know that." She nodded embarrasedly and opened the door.
"Only twetny minutes okay?" Grandpa whispered to me. I nodded. We walked into the Arkham file room and began our search.
About ten minutes later Miki had found S.K's Arkham files. I stole them from her quickly and read it aloud.
Name: Killstreth S.
ID number: 20110410
Date of Arrival: August 25, 2007
Reason for arrival: Psycologically warped
Psycogolical problem: Subject claimed to have heard voices inside his head. Was subject to suicide attempts. Was subject to multipule illegal drug use.
I paged through a couple pages of his mug shots. He stands at 5'7, his hair making about two to three inches of his height. His shot was odd for two reasons. One didn't surpise me as much as the other one did.
He was smiling. And his eyes were red.
I gave a small shudder at the picture. It was extremely creepy. Underneath of the crimson eyes he had dark, almost black circles ringed around them. And his skin was almost as pale as snow. I closed the case file in haste to look away from his penetrating red eyes.
"Miss Quinzel?" Bruce called polietly outside of the door. She ran in happily.
"Yes, Mr. Wayne?" She asked, smiling.
"Would you mind showing us patient 20110410's cell?" He gave her his charming Bruce Wayne smiles. And she looked flustered before aswering a timid yes and we shuffled out of the room.
We came to a cell that was empty. The wall looked to be made of a one-way glass that was very, very thick. There was a hole in the glass that was about S.K's fist size. Doctor Quinzel stopped and turned to us.
"This is his cell. He was a very, very strange patient. I was lucky enough to be able to work with him. It was fasinating, really. He drew a lot of pictures of some woman named Elena, but he wouldn't tell me a word about her. He was very sarcastic for someone of his statre of mind."
"State of mind?" Wally inquired.
"He seemed very bipolar at times, but just not enough to diagnose him with it. He would be laughing and jabbing jokes one minute and he would steadily get more and more angry to the point of hysteria. It's a pity he escaped and killed that innocent security guard." She shook her head sadly, "I would have loved to examine him more. His mind was so orginal. Even for a phsyco."
"Yeah...I can tell." I mumbled under my breath.
"Can you tell us anything about the murder?" Jasmine asked. Harleen thought for a moment before answering.
"It was a while ago. When we had that big breakout. You remember Bruce don't you? The gaurd, Pete Synim, was checking on this area of the ward and he got to Killstreth's room and Killstreth's hand broke through the glass and choked Synim to death. He escaped without trouble." She shook her head. "Well only one at a time in here I have to be in here with you too, sorry, regulations." I nodded.
"I'll go first then. I won't be long guys." I walked up to Doctor Quinzel and she opened his cell. We stepped through together.
I looked around. There were drawings everywhere. I picked the nearest one up. A woman was being burned at a steak. It looked so vivid, like I was there. You could almost hear her screams of anguish. I put it back on the floor. And picked up another one. The same girl was featured. She was not in pain though, she looked happy. Her eyes were red like S.K's and her silver hair was as long as my own. She was dressed as if she was back in the reiniscance. Her silver hair was as long as mine. Her clothes were that of a peasant, dirty and ripped but she had a sort of elegance about her. She looked somewat like myself. Her facial and body structure especially. I pocketed this one.
"I think that's all I needed Doctor, thank you." I turned to her, she stayed glued in front of the door.
"Nuh uh!" She shook her finger and me disaprovingly, "Puddin' told me to kill ya and that's exactly what I'm going to do! I have to make my puddin' happy!" She pulled out a gun. (what was with everyonne having guns?) and I stood shocked. I was an idiot.
Hareleen Quinzel.
Harely Quinn.
She pulled the trigger.
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Well that's it for now, I've been working on this for three days and I'm tired of it right now.
Love Ya,
SuperJGirl5