The Rose and Her Thorns
Driving an Escalade with a bunch of bawling boys and a couple of psychotic criminals isn't exactly the easiest thing ever. To be perfectly precise, it's one of the hardest things you can do when you're a fourteen year old mutant with monster powers. Sunni's rage wasn't soothed in the least by the bawling around her, the tears only serving to make her angrier. Scarecrow and Harley were sitting in the passenger seat, the Scarecrow clearly uncomfortable with the close contact. His thin frame couldn't peel the incredibly strong blond, so he was forced to hold Harley while she cried.
"Sunni, when are we going to get to the hospital."
A slight growl escaped Sunni's throat. That was the third time Camden had asked that question in the past twenty minutes, and it was starting to get really old. "I don't know, Cam. Just be quiet until we get there, okay?"
Camden nodded in the rearview mirror. The Cadillac glided through the streets, coming to rest in a parking space just outside of the hospital's west entrance. Lying back against the seat, Sunni watched as the others unloaded themselves and the babies. She was still so numb. It wasn't fair to Jaylon. For all she cared, Joker could go die in a ditch and burn in hell. Soon, the only ones still left in the car were her and the adults.
Somehow, Scarecrow managed to fall asleep in his seat, Harley still sniffling into his chest. A quick jab to the ribs got Harley to get out of the car, but Jonathan was still dead to the world. The fact that this was one of the most dangerous criminals in Gotham had finally been lost to Sunni, so she grabbed him by the shoulders and started to shake the Scarecrow roughly. What she hadn't counted on was the fact that he was still carrying a canister of fear gas up his sleeve.
A face full of toxic yellow gas was what Sunni recieved for her efforts. Jonathan immediately realized what he had done after he awoke, cursing under his breath with wide eyes. Coughing and hacking, Sunni tried to clear her system of the hallucinagenic gas. Visions of demons with red eyes assaulted her, followed with screams and wails of the dead that weren't there. Eyes watering, Sunni managed to back out of the car, falling on the ground in a snarling heap.
It was a horrible feeling, but she fought hard. She lost all traces of ferocity when a familiar shape appeared over her. It was a tall man, with dishwater blond hair and icy blue eyes. Those eyes; they burned with hatred and rage. His voice reached her ears, even though no one else heard what he was saying.
"It's all your fault Sunni. You're the one who killed me. You're the one who let your brother get hurt. It's all on your head. I'll see you in hell."
"No Daddy! No Daddy! It's not my fault! Don't hurt me!"
Harley tried to restrain Sunni, but the super powered teen thrashed and screamed, tears streaming down her face as she tried to get away from whatever Scarecrow's fear toxin was showing her. Man, God was really pissy today.
Gotham Hospital~Intensive Care Rooms~2:00 p.m.
Jaylon was asleep in his room, various machines beeping and thrumming with the beats of his heart and lungs. A breathing tube ran down his throat, making his small lungs expand and contract. IV's ran in both of his arms, pumping painkiller's and life-preserving drugs into the six-year-old's blood. Nothing really registered to the boy as he slept. Nothing was pulling through the fog that kept Jaylon under and unconcious.
That didn't keep Ivy from trying. She held his hand, whispering things to him as tears streamed down from her face. It was gut-wrenching and horrible to watch the respirator breathe for her little boy, but the villainess kept strong for his sake. Being strong didn't make the pain any better though, and the hot salty tears continued to pour down Ivy's face.
Soon, Harley ran in, latching onto Ivy with a sob. "Red! It's awful! They've got Puddin' hooked up to all these machines and now Sunni's in the hospital too...I just want things to go back to normal!"
Confused, Ivy pushed the crying harlequin away and gave her a questioning look. Harley wiped her eyes and explained, voice slightly choked. "Jonathan was with Puddin' when we were at the mall. He stayed behind and rode with us to the hospital. He was asleep and Sunni tried to wake him up..."
"And she got a face full of fear toxin," Ivy finished. She looked down at the sleeping boy in the hospital bed, trying to determine what Sunni would look like in that state. The thought only served to upset her more, so the former seductress squeezed her eyes shut and turned away.
"Is she going to be okay?"
"The doctors said that she'd be alright in a few hours. But what she saw was scary Red. I've never heard someone sound that terrified and hurt. She was sayin' something about her Daddy, but I couldn't make out much."
Suddenly, Ivy slapped Harley hard on the arm, staring at Jaylon. His eyes were fluttering, the deep chocolate orbs trying to open. A small hand came up to try and reach for Ivy, and the woman grasped it tightly, stroking the soft skin with her thumb. Soon, the dark brown eyes opened, staring at Ivy intensely despite the heavy amounts of medication.
He tried to talk, but gagged on the tube rammed in his throat. Panicking, Ivy started to stroke his hair, saying quickly, "Jaylon don't try to talk. You've got a tube that's breathing for you. Okay?"
A short nodd was all she recieved, but it made Ivy relax. He could understand her. Granted, he was terrified and in pain, but her Jay-Jay was alright in his head. "Baby, you're gonna be out of here in no time. Do you want Aunt Harley to come hold your hand?"
Jaylon nodded. From across the room, the aforemention clown-girl bounded. The startling experience had caused her to leap back and freeze, but by now she had recovered and was speaking to her "nephew" with her customary grin. Even the tears in her eyes didn't faze the small boy in the slightest as he squeezed her hand, reassuring Harley that he was listening to her. By that time, Ivy had leaned back in the chair, crying silently.
Man, why did life have to keep screwing with her!
Sunni's Room
Finally, the visions were going away. There weren't any more demons. Her Dad was gone. The voices had quieted. She was alone in pure, blissful silence. That gave Sunni what she needed to concentrate on what she wanted to do; kill the Joker.
That psychotic clown had caused her so much pain. He had kidnapped her Mom, shot the man that she was starting to consider a dad, and now he had stabbed her baby brother. Now that pissed Sunni off. That idiot was soon going to be burning in hell where he belonged.
Standing, the teen touched her now bare feet to the hospital floor. The tile was cold on the calloused skin, but it didn't do anything to stop the now rampaging girl. Slipping out of the room was the easy part. Getting to the Joker was going to be much more difficult.
Stealthy feet tiptoed down the hallway, making their way towards a room where Sunni saw a pair of guards. The large and muscular men didn't frighten the teen in the slightest, but she was cautious. They could actually prove a challenge if they wanted to fight her. The gears whirred and clicked in Sunni's mind, formulating an on the spot plan.
While the guards where looking in the opposite direction, Sunni rushed up and gave them each a sharp jab to the temple. It rendered the two unconcious, large bodies slowly slipping to the floor. Something close to contempt crept into the girl's eyes as she looked down on their passed-out forms. With a light leap, she entered the room, darkening as she stared at the Joker's body.
His eyes were open, boring into the amber depths of Sunni's own as he lay on the bed. A wicked grin crossed her lips as she glided over to the bed. "Hey Joker. How's it goin'?"
Hatred flared to life in the dark of his eyes, communicating clearly with Sunni. The tube in his throat prevented him from speaking so his glares would have to do. A chuckle escaped the mutant teen as she sat on his bed. "I thought so."
"You know something, I came in here to kill you. But now I see something; you're already dead. There's nothing inside you. You're empty and pathetic and sad. Not even death would help you now. So I'm gonna tell you somethin', and you'd better listen well. When you die, no one is gonna miss you. There'll be no one to say anything good about the Joker, except maybe Harley. You're gonna die, alone and weak, and afterwards you're gonna burn in hell. Isn't that just perfect?"
The Joker tried to raise an arm, but Sunni's hand shot out and clamped it like a vice. "I wouldn't do that, buddy. I'm still twice as strong as you'll ever be. I hate your guts, and I really hope that Satan has some sort of horrible punishment for you."
With a slap to the clown's face, Sunni departed, gliding out of the room and returning to her own. Her grin shrank down to a smirk as she sat on her own bed. Terrorizing the clown had been a lot of fun.
Hey ya'll! It's me again. I just wanted to say thanks to all of you for the wonderful reviews and the love. I really wanted to express my gratitude, so here it is. Okay, so you know what happened this chapter, so what do ya think's gonna happen in the next chapter? Give me your predictions and see if they come true in the next chapter of my story.
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