Chapter 2: Taken by the Devil.
In The Land Of Treachery
By: LiveWild
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Disclamier: Don't own anything but Caroline and the story line.
Rating: M due to content, language, and sexual content at times.
Featured song: "Dance with the devil." By Breaking Benjamin
The massive, vivacious clouds ominously huddled tightly together. It covered the once heating sun with its various dark curves, mocking the shadowing sky that held them there. Caroline worryingly hugged herself, trying to reduce the up rising fear that dwelled within her, her motionless eyes monitored the stormy world above her. The torturing sight that was presented before her was difficult to look away from without capturing every crucial detail.
The extreme rain had lucky stopped moments before she was dragged outside, the careless solider that man-handled her forced her to step through messy puddles on their short journey to Bane's motorcycle; her socks were soaked. Once she was beside the bike, the dark skinned man gingerly stepped a couple of feet away from her, giving her space as he disabled the safety and aimed his pistol at her, his finger aching to pull the trigger.
Caroline sighed in distress, alarming the armed man of her irritation about the gun that was locked on her, "If you're gonna kill me, I suggest doing it now, the cold is making my whole body numb. I'll drop dead without even knowing it."
"Shut up you dumb bitch, you'll get what's coming to ya." He nervously hissed as he re-griped his weapon.
Caroline was startled by the small man's improper response.
The invisible wind made itself known as it swept Caroline's ponytail and the loose pieces of hair that was scattered around her head. Her red, runny nose and exposed ears felt numb. As she stood, she hid her hands in to the depths of her coat pockets. Distracted by the howling sounds of the wild wind, Caroline's teeth started to chatter from the cold that stroked her from every direction, she lifted her shoulders up in hopes of shielding herself from the cold.
Jesus Christ.
She should have made a run for it as soon as the man released her, she should have ran far from the city hall but the gun in the soldier's hands convinced her other wise. Caroline was shamefully defenseless.
As soon as the woman's wondering eyes looked away from the building of the city hall, she spotted coal black smoke coming from far within the city of Gotham. It slowly swam past the skyscrapers, feeding the vulnerable sky with its deadly sins.
Gotham was dying.
Caroline regrettably heard the familiar sound of heavy footsteps, it felt like an after shock from an earthquake. Nibbling at her bottom lip from habit, she turned her head so her chin nested on her shoulder.
From a good distance away, she saw Bane was approaching.
Gathering the little amount of strength she had, she acknowledged her surroundings before rotating her head back around and away from the monster.
She had a feeling she would die by the bloody hands of Bane, maybe he brought her out here to have the pleasure of killing her himself. Maybe he'd shot her painlessly in the head or maybe he'll torture her first. Whatever the outcome was, Caroline hopped it would be fast, she didn't want to suffer despite what she did. Her father meant everything to her; at least she would die knowing she did everything she could to save him.
When Bane finally reached her and the solider, he questionably looked at the pistol that the man held vividly in the air.
"I'm making sure she doesn't go anywhere, sir." The man happily explained himself.
The world felt as if it was going in slow motion.
"That won't be necessary." Bane spoke deeply as he placed one of his hands on top of the small weapon, lowering it down. The nodding solider followed his movement.
The hefty breathing that escaped from Bane's mask caught Caroline's full attention. The young woman stepped back a bit as she watched the solider obey Bane without hesitation. Understanding that his job was complete, the dark skinned man soon made his exist.
Avoiding the suffocating silence that was expose around them, she rapidly flickered her long eyelashes as she unconfidently asked, "Are you going to rape me?"
The dominant monster looked down at her with his emotionless expression, "No."
His faultless eyes were the gates of hell.
"Then what do you want from me!"
"To learn." He exhaled breathlessly.
"Learn?"
He didn't say a word back, it was obvious to Caroline he wasn't going to answer back nor explain this plan any further.
Bane effortlessly threw his tree trunk like leg over the motorcycle as he straddled it; the bike lowered down slightly from his impressive weight. What confused Caroline was that he left a good amount space in front of him.
"You told them I was going to die." She optimistically spoke while cautiously eyeing the bike. There was no way she was getting on that thing.
The corners of his captivating eyes noticeably wrinkled up, was he smiling?
"Yes, but not by my hand but by your own, like you wanted. I will foresee that you will be your own demise, Caroline." The queer wind seemed to stop at Bane's words.
"It's Carol."
He kicked the side stand that held the bike in place, "Come, Caroline."
The most deadest man in Gotham had said her name, twice. The way he pronounced it made her body seize with tension, "Go to hell." She spat through her clenched jaw.
"Oh my dear, but that would be just like going home."
"Your little friend shouldn't have left so soon, seeing as though you have no gun with you, there's nothing stopping me from running away."
"I'd enjoy seeing you try to run from me, Caroline but you are mistaken, for when I catch you, I won't need a gun to kill you, snapping your neck with my hands will have the same effect as a bullet."
"That's only if you catch me."
"Testing yourself is not wise, little one, your experiment will end in failure."
Speechless, she bit down on her back teeth at the horrendous threat. It was obviously impossible for her to out run a motorcycle, "I'm not getting on that thing."
"If you insist on not doing it the easy way, I shall tie your body to the back of the bike and carry you like an animal."
"Like you did to those poor hostages at the bank." Caroline's eyes were blazing with mischievous pain.
"Exactly, my dear." His eyes lifted as if he was excited that she was familiar with his tactics.
Bane eerily became amused at her lusty sense of will, being so close to her, he could finally fully capture her elegant face. Stains of light brown hair landscaped her face. Her fair skin looked sickly pale, making her miserable, large dark brown eyes appeared to shine from her slight round face. Her blush colored chubby cheeks seemed soft to touch. She wasn't anything special yet, she was uniquely something to look at.
Caroline was like an alluring doll that had been left out in the filthy streets by a careless child; someone had brutally ruined her.
"I offered to take my own life, what makes you think you killing me would make a difference." She wisely reminded him.
The bike suddenly vibrated loudly with life, "Because you don't want to die," Caroline forgot how to breathe as Bane talked, "if you did, you would have been running by now."
Leaves flew in the air from the neighboring wind as others slid against the ground, making loud crunching sounds. Caroline knew she had to choose right then and there: listen to him or be killed. She didn't want to be murdered by Bane, she didn't want to give him the joy of killing her. Making up her mind, Caroline took her warm hands out from her pockets, allowing the cold wicked wind to do its harm.
Her brow furrowed, the first settle step she took, she wasn't sure if she moved at all, it was small and unpredicted.
Oh God.
Gravity was against her. Balancing her weight onto one leg, she swiftly copied Bane's earlier action and got on to the tall bike. It felt abnormal, she had never ridden on a motorcycle before, she couldn't position herself in the center as easily as he did, luckily Bane held the bike in place as she bobbled around aimlessly. The contemporary vibrations from the bike made her gasp, it felt like it zapped through her nerves.
Her feet dangled down, she couldn't feel the ground anymore. The metal parts on the side of the bike poked her legs.
She became puzzled as to where to place her small hands, she left them on the warm, metal heart of the bike. Bane leaned forward to grasp the steady handle bars, as he did his chest contacted with her back. Caroline leaned forward as well, trying to keep her distance from him as much as humanly possible.
"I suggest you grab the handle bars now." Bane impatiently commanded.
Rolling her feisty eyes with sassy hatred, Caroline unglued her now dry hands from the bike and wary putting them beside Bane's. The way he powerfully held onto the handle bars made his hands flatten significantly, making them double the size of hers. Bane lifted his feet onto the foot rest; the motorcycle went forward. Caroline screamed as it catch her off guard. The woman squeezed the handles for dear life as the muffler spat out with force, pushing the bike faster.
"Stop, for God sake's slow down!" Caroline fiercely yelled, shutting her eyes from fast the wind.
"You mustn't show fear, yet." He defiantly reminded her.
It became cold once again as the light rain resumed from its short break, it fell down on the two like pebbles, seeping through their clothing. The empty roads were slippery and the lack of sun vanquished the ability of sight. Caroline leaned back foolishly against his rigid vest that sheltered his chest, she knew he was more of a source protection then anything else around her.
Bane could feel her juvenilely shake, and her heart beating as fast as a humming bird's wings, he wanted nothing more to break her pure soul, to show her how simple it was for someone like him to destroy something so innocent.