Chapter 2 Carmen Killey

Carmen Killey knew someone was watching her from the moment she put the necklace on the register. Having witch senses would do that.

"How much do you want for it?" Carmen asked the sales clerk.

"Just ten dollars," said the woman.

"I'll take it," said Carmen, as she handed the woman a twenty.

After getting her change, Carmen walked back to her car and fastened her seatbelt. She turned on her CD player to Backstreet Boys, "Show Me the Meaning of Being Lonely," and she sang out to it. She arrived home and locked the car. She went into the building to unlock it. She found it was already unlocked. She wasn't scared of whatever was behind it. As a matter of fact, she hadn't been scared of anything since she was a kid. She took a breath and opened the door.

"Okay, so who's here? I'm not afraid of you."

At that moment, she felt a hand go around her mouth.

"I wouldn't think of trying to fight me," said the guy's voice.

Carmen got a look at him. She saw that he had what appeared to be a burlap mask. She recognized him from the newspapers as Batman's enemy, the Scarecrow. He took his hand away from her mouth.

"Now then, I think it's time for a therapy session," he said, as he led Carmen over to the couch and sprayed some sort of gas in her face.

"So tell me, what are you scared of?" He asked.

Carmen said, "Nothing," and just smiled.

"How can this be? You're supposed to be scared," he said.

"I hate to break it to you, but I'm not afraid of anything."

"So you're Scarecrow. What do you look like under there?" Carmen asked.

"How can you not be scared?" He said, taking off his mask.

Carmen could see he had handsome features- dark hair, ocean blue eyes.
"You're just a guy," Carmen said.

"Of course I'm just a guy," he said, "What did you expect?"

"I was expected something scarier," she said.

"Oh, well, sorry to disappoint you. Then I 'll just go."

"Wait," she said, " Don't you want some answers?" She asked.

"No, thank you," he said as he walked out the door.

"Well, he will have to come back soon," Carmen said, as her black cat came out from hiding.

She scooped Sable up, "He forgot his phone."

"What do you think, Sable? Should we pay the doctor a visit?"