The shot of the bang rang through my ears. I groaned in pain as the constant ringing persisted through her head. The bullet that Christoph fired struck my heart, at least. At least that is what it felt like. It was like a nightmare, but I could feel it, smell it, and taste it. The spiciness of the smoke that was released when the gun was fired by…. Cristoph. But…. Was it really him? That sadistic smile he gave was just… Not like him.
I opened my eyes and realized I was in an unknown place. It was dark and cold, but also very clean. Everything was put in an orderly fashion. Bottles of contents of an unknown substance where labeled and placed in Chronological order. Patient chairs that were usually found in doctor offices where were replaced by cotton instead of leather. The walls were a nicely coated with white paint and adorned with creative paintings, one was portrait of a woman. The woman had curly black hair that went down just below her ears. Wide cheekbones and a heartwarming smile. A necklace was distinctive in the picture. It was gold with small diamonds in. Truly it was beautiful.
Still, I did not know where the hell I was, but I felt oddly comfortable. Even though I was probably kidnapped by someone, but who? Right when I said that I heard a door click and turned toward it. There stood the man…from last night. So he kidnapped me, what happened to Christoph!? Is he okay?
My heart starting beating rapidly. Fear, worry, sadness. All of these emotions swelled within my body. Fear not knowing what was going on or where I was, or who the man was standing in front of me. Worry for Cristoph. I don't know if he is okay so it would only be natural that I would be worried right? Sadness because… I wasn't with my fiancée.
"Welcome Charle to my abode." Spoke the man. He had short black hair and hazel eyes which held amusement in it. A reason I was quite unsure of.
"How do you know my name and who are you?" I asked with trepidation in my voice.
"I told you last night. I am Scarecrow, but I suppose you can call me Jonathan Crane."
Scarecrow, the villain who was arrested a few days ago. How did he escape so quickly and why take me? So many questions poured in my mind, but unfortunately wasn't able to answer any of them. Jonathan looked at me with a smile and offered me a chair. I hesitantly declined, being afraid and all.
"Oh Charlette, you needn't be afraid-"
"Needn't?! I wake up in a strange house, I meet the infamous Scarecrow and actually talking to him! Why wouldn't I be afraid!?" I cut him off, screaming. Tears streamed down my face. I took a seat that he previously offered me and sat down. Crying still.
Jonathan put a comforting hand on my shoulder. Although I twitched a bit, I did not remove it. Strange enough, it did comfort me. Such an evil man could be nice at times, unusual. The man handed me a tissue and I thankfully took it from him. Smiling at him lightly before wiping my tears away.
"I am sorry that you are scared Charle. I will do anything, well almost anything to make you feel at home." Jonathan said softly.
"Can I go home?"
"No. Anything else?"
I paused for a moment then realized I was hungry. "Can I have something to eat?"
Scarecrow smiled and nodded before standing up and leaving the room. Most likely into the kitchen. I thought about escaping. Could I possibly escape from a dangerous man such as he? No… He would have planned that and thought ahead. He's a doctor after all and has such a great intellectual prowess. Still the thought did not diminish. I want to go back to Christoph and be his wife. Have a happy life and maybe have children.
I looked back toward where Jonathan went, still no sign of him. Standing up quietly I walked to the opposite end of the house, hoping that this would lead me outside. I didn't know my way around the house after all. Slowly, I opened the door and revealed that it wasn't outside, but another room. I couldn't make out what was in there though, the light was turned off and couldn't see anything but black.
"Trying to run off are we?" I jumped and turned around. Seeing Jonathan again.
"N-No.. I-I was just e-exploring." I stammered and reluctantly returned to my seat next to Scarecrow.
"Here you go." He handed me some toast with jam and scrambled eggs. I smiled. Mother used to always make me this for breakfast. It was simple, but I loved it.
"Thank you… Jonathan." I said then began to eat.
Scarecrow looked at me with such curious eyes. His smile was an evil smirk, which made me uncomfortable, but also oddly safe. What am I saying? This place is dangerous and I have to get out. No matter what it takes. I have to get back to Christoph and escape from Scarecrow.