I finally thought of a title for this story! It is now called The Madness of Columbine. About time I came up with a title, huh?
One more thing, the entire fic will be in Evie's Point-of-View until I give you a heads up, okay?
Alright. On with the first chapter!
Blah, Blah, Blah = Narration
" Blah, Blah, Blah" = Talking
' Blah, Blah, Blah ' = Thinking
"TV " = Signs, Tv, etc.
Ch. 1
Four years earlier – one month before the series begins.
Looking through the window of the bus, I just merely gazed at the almost scarce plant life left in this concrete jungle of a city that was to be my new home.
Well...not really a home to enjoy but then again it's not my choice.
I'm just taking in all that I can before they send me off to the criminal psychiatric hospital here called Arkham Asylum.
It surprises me that they still use the term "asylum" in this day and age where everything has to be politically correct.
I just hope that this hospital will have a doctor that I can trust.
My last one overdosed me on so much lithium and antipsychotic drugs that I thought I was going to die.
The doctors diagnosed me to having either paranoid schizophrenia or catatonic schizophrenia but even with the disorders I'm able to make sense of the things around me most of the time.
Let's just say I was such a unique nutcase that they didn't know what to do with me but transfer me. Let someone else handle their riddle.
Ah, dammit these cuffs are making my wrists itch.
I was more use to wearing straightjackets then shackles but considering my progress it's an improvement.
Before I got transferred, they deemed me sane enough to wear shackles as to my shock and enjoyment. More arm room.
As I took a look at the tall buildings and the people minding their own lives, I couldn't help but wander if I would ever be able to be like these people in society after my sentence is finished.
Eventually the bus slowed to a stop and the guards in the back ascourted me off the bus with another set of guards from Arkham stood by me at the front.
As they guided me from outside the back part of the Victorian-style building into a lounge area. From there, they continued on going through multiple hallways until we came to a stop into an amazing holding cell area.
Who ever designed this asylum had unique taste. If you look closely, you can see all the holding cells 10-stories high up since the floors were technically like elaborate narrow balconies lining in a circle around the cells. Vine-like stone beams were what supported this strange architecture giving off the atmosphere as a literal stone jungle including the visible drains and aqueducts.
All and all, it was a dark but mesmerizing sight.
As they took me up two flights of stairs and walked me down the narrow walkway with the cells to my right, they finally stopped at what is suppose to be my new cell named #308.
One guard opened the cell door, the loud creak of worn metal ringing in my ears.
"In ya go, Ms. Myers." He said as two other guards uncuffed me and faced me to my new "home." Tired and hungry, I walked in the cell without a second thought and just collapsed on the wall on my back and just slide down until my tush hit the floor and off I went to dreamland.
A voice awoke me from my dreamless sleep as someone unlocked my cell door and walked in presenting, from the smell, food.
"Dinner time, Ms. Myers. Hope you like Mac n' Cheese. " I couldn't help but notice that the man had a beach-surfer accent to this voice as I sat up and took a good look at him.
He didn't look like the guards that had a stiff, no-nonsense look; he was more laid-back and lackidaisal. He was carrying a glass of water and a bowl of half-done, powdery macaronni and cheese that would have looked disgusting if I wasn't starving. He sat the tray of food on a nightstand I didn't notice until now.
"Must've had a long ride over to Gotham if you just've slept on the floor." "Well, it's not like I have a bed to sleep in, pal."
"Umm, miss....there's one right next to you."
"Huh?!" He was right. As I looked to the left of me, I blushed in embarassment as I saw the end of the bed right in front of me.
"I guess I didn't notice until now. Didn't think they allow me to have a bed and nightstand though."
"Well, you're in Arkham now, Ms. Myers. New place, new rules."
As the food began to be more and more unresisting, I got up, grabbed a spoon, and never bothered to sit down as I forked down the food in the bowl.
When I began to drink the water in big gulps, he began to state the rules of this place.
If I need to use the facilities, all I need to do is ask the security guard; my meals will be brought to my cell at usual times, and if I need to state a complaint, take it to my doctor.
After finishing off my meal, I asked if I could use the restroom.
The guy lead me to a public restroom area that was a unisex one, strange place.
After I did my business and went back to my cell, I fell on my bed.
Heh, my own bed. Really strange.
The guy took back the tray and dishes and said goodnight as he locked my cell.
I couldn't help but giggle at the fact that the guy didn't cuff me when he ascourted me to the restroom.
He's lucky that I'm not a dishonest woman or else he'd be in trouble.
As I curled up on the mattress and cluched my pillow, darkness overcame me once again.
+++++++ - Next day - ++++++++
I don't what time it was when I finally woke up but I felt more rejuvanated now then yesterday.
I was straightening out my clothes and sheets of the bed when the cell door opened and two new guards came in. "Your new doctor is waiting to see you."
When the guards applied the cuffs and lead me from the holding cell area into another building adjointed to the one I resided in. We went up a few levels and moved through a couple of hallways until we eventually stop at a tall, narrow furnished oak double-door.
"Come in" a voice responded as one of the guards knocked; as we came into the fancy, spacious room, I saw the man that would be responsible for my mentality and well-being.
He was an old looking man with a wide stature and long black hair that was balding on top of his head; he also had slim, oval-shaped glasses that covered the majority of his eyes.
"Good morning and welcome, Ms. Myers." he said in a slow but good-natured tone. "You may leave now, gentlemen." As he said this, the guards made their way out, closing the door behind them.
"My name is Doctor Hugo Strange and I will be your psychologist during the rest of your sentence here in Arkham."
"Um..nice to know that, Dr. Strange."
"I was originally going to put you in one of my sessions this morning but since you seem like such a unique case, I wanted to have a solo-session with you to fully understand your mental state."
I don't know why but suddenly I felt the atmosphere around this man change. Maybe I'm just overreacting.
"I would like for you to lay down in my lounge chair." I put my personal feelings to the side and made my way forward to the chair; making myself as comfortable as possible, I prepared myself to just admit everything I know about myself no matter how hard.
As he slowly made his way over to sit in a chair sitting a few feet next to the lounge chair, he began. "Now...let's start from the beginning. Tell me about your childhood."
"Most of my childhood is a blur but I do remember some of it. I was 8-years old in elementary school and lived with my mother, who was a chef in a family restaurant..."
XXXXXXXX - Flashback - XXXXXXXXXX
"Hey weirdo!" "Weirdo, Weirdo!" " Hey, baby. Where's your rattle?" "Didn't forget to bring your tissue and medicine, did you?" "Yeah, wouldn't want you to spread your weirdness and let us get what YOU have!" "You shoulda stayed home and never came back to school!" "Freak!"
As I tried to ignore their taunts and threats, I just concentrated on running from the playground and going back to class as the bell rang stating that recess is over.
"Dear Lord, child, why the rush?" I was stopped by the old woman "Gran" as she wanted me to call her.
She was the only person in school that actually wanted to know my problems. Her son is one of the adminstrators at the school and always checks up on him during recess when the children were out.
She was by the courtyard of the school again where my route to class was by. "It's them again."
As she kneels down to my level, she says "Evelyn, you shouldn't let them treat you that way; why won't you go to your teacher?"
"That's what they want me to do Gran. They want me to tell on them to prove that I am a baby. Besides the teacher just thinks I'm a liar."
"Evelyn, they're only manipulating you. They are controlling you into thinking those thoughts just to make you feel worse than you really are."
"But I can't go to my teacher."
"Have you tried telling your mother?"
"No." " Your father." "I don't have a father."
"Oh...you have to tell your mom about this. Trust me, she will believe you if the teacher can't."
With those words in mind, I saw someone from far off spying on me by the water fountain near the courtyard where I am.
On impulse, I ran from Gran hearing her telling me to stop and come back.
XXXXXXXXX - Flashback End - XXXXXXXXX
As the session was finally over, they lead me to one of the recreation rooms in Arkham where I sat on a chair watching tv. Even though the session was okay in my standards, I can't help but feel as though that something is off with that psychiatrist. It didn't really make sense of me as of why he would be interested in my past. Those problems back then were resolved long ago. Those things had nothing to do with what was wrong with me; I'm sure of it.
"In other news - two men rumored to be apart of Rupert Thorne's crime ring were discovered tied to a flag pole carrying two bags of illegal drugs..."
Well, looks like Gotham isn't the most safest of cities to live in. I can't believe there's so much criminal activity here. How am I suppose to survive in this city after my sentence is over? I have no friends or family here.
"It looks like this is yet another successful bust by our own vigilante private eye, the Batman."
"A pity, is it?"
Another voice startled me out of my train of thought; this time the voice sounded feminine.
When I looked behind me, I came across a girl straightjacket bound. She looked about my age and had dark eyes that looked more like glass from her seemly stone face. Her matted, candy-apple red hair had bangs that split between the small ridge of her nose and acted as a translucent curtain for her eyes. Her small, faint smile reminded me of the Mona Lisa. The things that supposely eased the almost eerie air off her was a hot-pink collar around her neck that had a gold heart-shaped locket.
"What?" I answered back to her and she spoke in that monotone, child-like way again.
"A pity, is it? That the only way to get rid of darkness is to become darkness."
"I'm not sure I'm following you."
"A void is swallowing this city piece by piece. Many people are aware yet unaware of this void's true nature. This "Bat-man" has a minimum involvement with this void that is shrowding this city in an endless field of darkness."
"Darkness? Void? What does that have to do with some anti-crime radical in a bat costume? What are you trying to get at here?"
"Simple, my skeptical acquaintance, this city is cursed to die by it's own people."
With that said, she wandered off. Of course, I didn't take most of the things she said seriously from our short conversation.
There is a reason why she is in a straightjacket.
------------- Night -------------
When night came and all the inmates were in their cells, I tried to go to sleep but found that it was difficult to find peace when that girl's words were running through my head.
I'm trying to make my chapters longer since my prolouge was ridiciously short.
Since the semester is over, it should take less time for me to finish another chapter than this one.
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