So I ran away from the empty warehouse. But not to the police, to my apartment. All the while I made sure I wasn't followed. I lock my door as soon as I'm in my room. The fear was still present as I searched for the light switch in the ebony dark room. I shook with fear until my hand felt the cold switch under neath it. As soon as my hand fell upon the switch, I snapped it on. Nothing happens. I try it repeatedly until I finally get that the powers out. Suddenly lightening lights up the sky outside and fills the room with light. I freeze, the color draining from my face as the light not only framed the dark furniture in the room but the shape of a man standing there. The light of the lightening bolt disappears as quickly as it had come. But soon another bolt flashes and I saw the man had moved in my direction. Every flash of the lightening outside brought the man closer and closer to me. I soon found my self pressed against the wall, fear gripping me so extremely that I'm unable to make a sound. 10 steps away, eight steps now….five steps…two steps. When the lightening flashes again, I see his face and almost faint from shock. It's the guy I had accidently killed.
Tears fall from my widen eyes as he brings his head forward, whispering, "You KILLED me Erin! How could you? You MURDERER!"
Then, he was gone. I stared in disbelief, unable to comprehend what had just happened. Slowly I slip down the wall and grip the sides of my head, tears running down my face. The image of the dead man's face forever burned into my memory.

The next day

I groan, slapping my alarm off. I didn't sleep at all; the dead man's face continued to haunt me even in my dreams. Rolling out of bed, I throw on some clothes and walk out of my bed room. I caught myself before I opened the front door to my apartment.
Good god man! You can't seriously be going back to that empty warehouse! What are you, mad?
Well if I'm mad, I guess I'll fit in quite well with my other insane counterpart.
I stifle a laugh. I'm talking to myself! Oh how grand! Well I guess it's better than talking with Dani. She would do anything to keep me from leaving the show. Even…threaten me.

The smile on my face disappears. I shake my head, "No that's preposterous! There wouldn't be a show without me! And, and I'm just over thinking this. I mean, come on! This show was my idea! And, and that guy probably fell in some ketchup! Oh that's good!" I said, heaving a sigh of relief, "Sheesh, I really got to stop over thinking this shit."
With that last comment, I exited through the door and out my apartment building. On my way out, I check my mailbox. In my rush to get home, I had forgotten to check it. The only thing that lay in the small box was a small slender envelop. I give it a once over in my hands. The letter is meant for me and Dani. My heart races as my eyes stop at the stamped on sender's address: From the desk of Commissioner Gordon at Gotham's City hall. Without a moment to spare, I tear open the envelop, my eyes darting across as I read the finely printed letters on the paper. What I gathered from the letter, the Commissioner is basically asking us to stop and desist. That and six banks have been robbed because of our advice.
I raise an eyebrow at that part, JUST six banks? Come on people! Live a little!

I dash to the warehouse as fast as my feet can take me. The one thing that surprises me when I get there is nobody's there. I sigh heavily as dread raced through me like a wild fire. Oh great Dani probably got a copy of the letter too. I guess this is the end. Damn, and only after one episode! Heh that must be a new record.
But I don't leave; instead I take a seat on one of the empty boxes that fill the building. My eyes wander the gigantic open space. Grief mixed with relief filled me as my eyes wandered around the warehouse. Now what other device of fame making am I to do? Well there's always my old job-
The sound of a door banging open interrupts my thoughts. I glance in that general direction, an eyebrow raised. Dani skips into view, a smile painted on her face. She stops in front of me.
"I'm glad to see you're here early, Erin. Actually, I'm glad you're here at all. After how you ran from the studio so fast, I thought you weren't going to come back." Dani chimes.
"Well, don't get too happy now." I said, tossing her the letter from the commissioner, "Read this." Dani scans over the letter, her smile falling, "They're shutting us down, Dani. Ain't nothing we can do about it. Look, it was a good first episode. But the police know where I live, Dani. They could just burst in and take me to jail! I want to be an actress not a criminal. I'm sorry." I jump off the box and start toward the exit. But Dani grabs my wrist tight, glaring at me.
"Don't forget, Erin. We were the ones who got you out of the stripping business. What are you going to do? Go back to THAT?" she snarls.
I snap my wrist out of her grasps, "That was just an odd job. I have another old job that still holds a spot for me. I know a guy who owns a store who can get me a job. From there I'll find a DIFFERENT way to get into the business!" I snap, turning heel and starting to walk away. But my path is blocked by the camera guy.
Dani smirks, shaking her head, "You didn't honestly think we'd let you leave, did you? If you walk out that door, I can't guarantee your safety. Now, what are you going to do?" she asks, folding her arms.
I glare at her, "What's left for this show but jail?!" I spat.
"Ah, but that's where your wrong. What's left for this show is opportunities. Come on Erin, I can't do this alone." Dani said, extending a hand out to me.

Staring at her, I bounce the idea around my brain, finally answering, "A lot of people are going to get hurt, aren't they."
Dani stares at me, her face unchanged, "Sooner or late, they were bound to get hurt. Why continue the façade any longer?" she said, her hand still extended to me, "Now will you help me spread chaos or would you prefer to die?"
Knowing there was no way around this; I swallowed my pride and walked over to her. "I may be helping you, but that doesn't mean I approve of these actions." I growl.
Dani smiles, taking my hand and shaking it, "As long as your working with us, then everything will be OK!" she said, her smile brightening.

Great job, Erin. Now you're intwined in this mad person's bigger plan. You sure were smooth. Not.

I had to admit, for a crazy voice in my head, it sure was right.