I know, I know, it's been two months since I posted anything but bear with me. I've gone through a HUGE writer's block and it's taken me some time to get out of it. Anyway, the chapter that you guys have been begging to see and as a treat, the Joker finally appears in this! ^_^
Blah, Blah, Blah = Narration
" Blah, Blah, Blah" = Talking
' Blah, Blah, Blah ' = Thinking
"TV " = Signs, Tv, etc.
Chapter 3
Third P.O.V. - One month later
Beeps of machinery echoed through the white room of the infirmary of the asylum.
Two nurses chart vitals and check for any changes on their latest patient, a plump but well-proportioned 19-year old girl named Evelyn Myers.
Even as the nurses continued their work, Evelyn wanted them to leave; she wanted to be alone. Most of all, she wanted to get out of this place.
It was like her doctors damned her when they transferred her to this hell and for a minute, she thought of Dr. Strange as her main tormentor. He may have a humble appearance but underneath that facade lied something more dark and predatory. He increasing asks about her about the people that were there during her childhood and questions her about her 'real' feelings towards them. The first time, of course, she tells him the honest truth about everyone in her past life but it wasn't anything bad; for some reason, it wasn't good enough for him. For every session she joins, she feels as though her medicine has been little by little increasing in dosage; she tries not to lie to Dr. Strange about her life and experiences but it's been increasing getting harder to tell the truth with him. It's like for every answer she gives, the more she's being drugged and she's anything but happy about it.
Even worse, her 'episodes' were back.
She thought that if she just kept in high spirits and cooperate she would soon leave in no time, how more wrong was she. She's had 'episodes' before but none as mentally horrifying and powerful as this one; she felt completely drained and most of all, broken. All she wanted to do was to sleep, forget, and just maybe, never wake up.
:Earlier - Morning:
She laid in her bed after the orderly left with the bits and scraps of what was left of her breakfast.
The rays of sunlight reflected on the front wall of the cell trailing down to the floor beneath her.
She was use to the schedule of this place as she counted the hours left until the guards pick her up to bring her to the recreation room, it was the only place where she didn't feel trapped or caged.
A few days after she arrived at Arkham, she felt as if someone besides the orderly was watching her.
As the days went on she felt that feeling grow stronger and it's beginning to scare her, she doesn't know how it happened but she doesn't want to feel this anymore.
It's caused her to take short glances all around her even when she's in a locked cell room.
Surrounded by the constant silence and occasional outside noises from the endless coming and going staff of the asylum, it seems as though the silence is only something to prepare you for something bigger to happen, like a calm before the storm.
SSSsssssssssss.......
As sudden as the noise came, it went away.
She thought about what would make such a noise in this place or hour but as she skim through her memory banks, the noice sounded like a pipe releasing air.
But that couldn't be possible since no pipes were no where close to her cell...besides the noice sounded like it came from the cell itself.
She looked up at the window for something causing the new sound.
However there seemed to be no such wind or anything that is hitting against the stained glass; now her nerves were shot to peak.
The air suddenly became thinner and she started to get a bit tipsy.
The sheer ring of the silence around her began to invade her senses as she then felt a breeze by her ears and neck as if someone was breathing on her.
A cold sweat started to form as she unconsciously locked her eyes on the far corner of her cell.
What she saw....
was a spreading shadow that seemed to move on a life of it's own.
Her legs were not her own anymore, as she walked toward the unnatural dark spot even though she wanted to stay clear of it.
As she moved, the darkness started to form into a blurry figure as small as a child.
The ringing of silence kept getting louder and louder with each step near the figure.
Without any warning at all...........
an explosive force blew through her like a tornado as the figure of darkness expanded and then covered the entire cell in black.
She lost consciousness as she heard a scream that resonated throughout the room.
:Noon in the cell:
Evie was sent to the rec room after being discharged from the infirmary; she's still shaken from the morning incident.
As she watched the news report today, it showed wanted crime boss Rupert Thorne and two of his thugs tied up while being surrounded by police officers then to Chief of Police, Angel Rojas and a middle-aged blond reporter.
"Chief Rojas, Can you verify rumors that it was the Batman who apprehended crime boss, Rupert Thorne and his gang last night?" asked the reporter but the Chief stated to the press with disregard,"Do you know of anyone who actually seen this Batman?....Because he's what we call an 'urban legend'."
'More like urban reality in your case. Why is one man able to outwit and outsmart an entire police department yet these dense idiots won't even try to look for a possible suspect on the identity of Batman rather than worrying on capturing him and unmasking him? A bit medieval much...' thought Evie as she continued to watch the news.
"Well there you have it and only three years time, our crime rate has plummeted to a nation wide low thanks to Gotham's Finest, back to you, Jim."
"Next up, Billionaire Bruce Wayne contributes an unprecedented sum to Gotham's Children Hospital..." the scene switched from the next news reporter to the famed rich playboy giving an enormous check to the hospital administrators. 'Nice to see some people with money be generous...although it would really help if he tried donating to law enforcement at least.'
"You seemed to adjusted just fine, stranger."
Looking back behind her, she sees the red-headed straight-jacket girl she first met in Arkham.
Her name was finally known as Frey Garland after taking part in a few group sessions with her.
"You know you can call me by my name. We see each other almost every time in rec time." said Evelyn and Frey just lackadaisically replied,
"As you wish it, Evelyn.......So, was that your scream I heard this morning?" Confusion crossed Evelyn's face at this question. "Scream?"
"The others and myself couldn't help but hear since it was so high-pitched." Evie hastily replied, "It was nothing for you to be concerned about, Frey."
She didn't want to tell her the story and she certainly didn't want to relive the moment anytime soon.
"It may not concern me but it may bring much unnecessary trouble for you if you don't talk about it. You know how Dr. Strange works; he pull it out of you anyway he can."
"It's too soon, dammit! I'm not ready."
"Sooner or later, you will have to confess even if it's against your wishes." With those words, Frey walked somewhere else.
Now being left alone, she just resumed watching the news channel.
"Strange chick, huh?" She turned her head to the side to see a man sitting by her in a chair.
He looked a bit scrawny and had unruly,short brown hair, his prison shirt was sleeveless unlike most of the uniforms see saw in this place.
"Yeah, a bit."
"I heard you were new to this joint. What are you in for?"
"To be blunt: theft and attempted murder." "Doesn't sound too bad compared to my case."
" The thing is....I can't remember committing them at all. Once minute I was walking home from school and the next I'm being arrested by cops holding some old jewelry in my hand and accused of trying to kill some guy. It was because of that reason I got the insanity plea and got admitted into psychiatric wards and hospitals and eventually here. I'm suppose to be hospitalized for 3 years and if I ever get out of here, I get shipped to Gotham State Peninetary for 3 more years because of the crimes I committed. I'm on my second year now but with Dr. Strange as my psychologist, it may take longer than that."
"Sheesh, and I thought the court here was screwy."
Suddenly without warning, the man slammed his head against the head of the chair tumbling down on the ground , giggling and drooling on the side of his mouth. 'Wha..What...the hell just happened?!' being left flabbergasted at the sudden action of this man.
"Rec time over!" One of the guards announced; a guard came up to her and pulled her by the chain of her handcuffs, dragging her away from the strange man on the ground, still to confused by his actions.
:At Night:
E - P.O.V.
I couldn't stay asleep tonight, I just kept waking up every hour or so.
Besides I'm so cold and the rain is really pouring down hard tonight; damn weathermen, after they said it would be a light shower.
Curling into the blanket and sheets trying to keep warm, the rain pours on the window with each loud, reoccurring force.
I didn't want to open my eyes, I don't want to see something that isn't really there.
Today really messed me up and I really don't want another morning like that any time soon.
Sounds of rain and passerby orderly are heard as I'm trying to stay asleep; my heart keeps pounding in my chest at a painful rate keeping me awake.
A moment later I couldn't take the pain anymore; I sat straight up on the bed leaning on the edge, trying to calm my heart down.
Deranged laughter broke out somewhere in the building that sends chills through my spine; it could be one of the orderlies sharing some horror stories but what kind of sane man laughs like that?
A loud buzz and a sudden opening of steel doors got me out of my thoughts and out of bed.
When I saw that no one was at my cell, I knew something was very off.
I, now, started to see inmates wander across the hallway to who knows where and heard the laughter again.
I didn't want to go out there at the risk of facing who ever caused this chaos but I wasn't gonna stay and let this loon find me; I looked outside my cell door and saw a figure that made me think that I was dreaming.
There across my cell, hanging high above on one of the stone beams like a spider was a clown-like man.
From here, I could see that he was wearing a multicolored straight-jacket, obviously customized and from the ridiciously long sleeves it was unrestraint; we wore just plain pants and was surprisingly barefoot. What really got my attention was that he had long, unruly, green dreadlocks.
Dreadlocks...you don't see that on most clowns.
With the movement and agility of an acrobatic pro, he quickly scaled the top beams and disappeared into the upper levels above.
Since I seemed to be the only inmate left in this part of the asylum, I grabbed my blanket from the bed and covered myself up to keep warm; the rain was making this place colder than usually and I'll be damned if I freeze trying to escape. I had to get to the stairs going down until I got to the first floor, after that, I run the same path that leads to the lounge area of the building; I remember a glass door that was an exit out of the building, if I go through those doors, I'm safe. Was it dangerous? Yes. Will I take the chance? Damn straight. Without a second thought, I left out the cell and began my journey out of this place.
I heard a loud explosion set off that seemed like it came from outside the building and in my reaction to that, I quickly stuck close to the columns lining the balcony in a pitiful attempt to merge with my surroundings; as I continued to go from one column to the other to reach the stairs leading downstairs, I heard the laughter getting louder.
"Takes after his Pa, wouldn't you say?" In a voice that seemed a bit deep but giddy.
My body froze while clinging to the last column that I had to get across to reach the stairs.
Did he spot me? Does he know I'm here? Will I make it out of here in one piece?
"What did you do to him?"
I heard another voice, unlike this one, it sounded young, stern, and commanding.
When I figured a moment later that these two were completely interacting with each other, I sighed with relief and almost collapsed from the ordeal; I thought that I had been caught.
I neared the stairway that was at the corner of the hallway and took slow but stealthy steps down keeping my balance on the wall to the right of me.
Closer and closer down, I looked to my left and saw the entire scene across the other side of this floor; the clown man was in the grasp of a man dressed in black.
Is that Batman with the lunatic?
The clown flipped away from the guy I assumed was Batman and unveiled some kind of weapon from one of his long sleeves, like a magician pulling a rabbit out of his hat. At that moment he started to attack, Batman pulled out his own weapon and slung it at the clown like a boomerang. The clown yowed in pain as the boomerang made contact with his hand most likely, causing him to drop his weapon. As the Batman gave a punch to the clown, I heard the sound of ripping cloth.
Getting back to the task at hand, I cleared the steps and looked around for the last set of stairs I needed to walk.
Oh god damn it....
The last set of stairs that I need to clear was on the clown's side of the hallway, however, the path leading to his side was the shortest and fastest one to the stairs. Besides his attention was on the Batman so I may have a chance at getting to the stairs without him noticing me.
As I made up my mind, I continued to stick to the columns one after the other until I reach the corner to the hallway leading directly to the stairs to my right. So far, so good, they're to busy fighting each other to notice me but the hallway is still gonna be challenging to cross with them throwing each other from one end of the hallway to the other like pin-pong balls, if I'm not careful I'll get caught in the crossfire between them.
As I made it all the way to the last column leading to the end of the path, I stayed hidden in the wall blocking the clown's view.
"Catch me if you can!" I heard the clown as he ran and disappeared down the stairs. Since it was Batman now and not the clown, I decide to make my presence known as I began to run to the stairs.
"What are you doing?!" I heard the man in black say to me. When I looked at him, I knew then he really was Batman with the cape and cowl from the news.
"What does it look like I'm doing? I'm trying to get out of here." 'And away from the clown.'
"It's too dangerous for you to go alone with that madman down there."
"And what makes you think that it's safer for you than me?"
"For one, I'm prepared."
I had no choice but to keep quiet at that response but that wasn't gonna make me suddenly trust this guy with my life.
"Well, I'll be fine since you're going after him anyway besides the likely-hood that this guy will pop up will be higher if I go and stick around with you for protection. He seems more interested in you." He walked to me until he was towering over me at an arm's length distance; This guy is kinda scary up close.
"You don't know that. This man will hurt anyone in his line of sight, including you. I won't let him have the chance to get to you alone without any help around you."
This guy isn't giving me a choice in this.
Irritated and submissively,"Fine. If you say you'll protect me, then do it. Just don't let him hurt me." As he nodded, we both went down the stairs together and walked down a dimly-lightly hallway leading from one path to the other, it was like a maze; both the Batman and I were on our guards. Looks like we didn't have to wait in suspense anymore because Batman was just now drop-kicked in the face by the clown. I see him looking at my direction and he stalks toward me, chuckling at me in a way that gave me chills.
"Little girls shouldn't play with scary bats." He said in a scolding but playful way. As he started to get closer, I saw Batman behind him ready to strike. Smirking at him, I responded, "I can say the same for you." He didn't get it until he felt a finger tapping him on the shoulder then punched to the ground when he turned his head.
As I saw them continue to fight and wrestle each other on the ground, Batman yelled "Get out of here, I'll distract him for as long as I can!" as he threw another well-aimed punch at the clown's jaw. "The bridge was blown up, you'll have to either swim for it or wait for Gotham PD to come by boat!"
I shouted out, "Thanks! Kick his ass hard for me, will you?" I heard the clown growl deeply at my words managing to do a killer-kick on Batman's stomach, leaving the hero clutching his stomach in pain for a bit. The clown stood up and angrily shouting out at me, "Don't think I won't remember those words, little girl...Yelp!" Acting out of pure stubbornness and slight temperment, Batman pulled the clown's legs off the ground, making the his face hit the ground first; at that chance, he got on the clown's back and struggled to hold down the flailing mass of limbs on the ground.
Then I ran like hell toward one of paths that lead me to the lounge area that lead to the eventual exit outside.
Phew! Longest chapter I've ever done but not to worry, I will continue to put in more time in making long chapters so you don't have to be annoyed with short ones.
Expect another chapter in three months, guys, cause school has already started and I need to be on my A game for studies.
See ya next time!
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