{A/N: Here you go, hope you enjoy; little suspenseful at the end :) reviews are loved, thanks for the ones I already have, they're great to read~I do not own XMEN or Wolverine mentions in here~*}
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`He neared it closer not even realizing it as he hummed to himself, my eyes flickered up and I only saw him staring around as if trying to remember something but then he shrugged, smacking his lips once and breathing heavily at first "Let's get started." Then as he pulled the needle away he just neared it again and I looked from the corner of my right eye at his hand that held it then moved my head and bit down on it, he jumped once but then the somehow I managed to slip down and out of his grip, landing on the marble ground and quickly scurrying over across the small area as he was already laughing, I flipped over only to see him coming towards me with the sedation again, I bended my body and threw my legs up, my feet connecting with his chest then I landed back down flat on the ground. Yeah. Gymnastics comes in handy sometimes. I flipped back over to my side and jumped to my feet, running across the room to the area, getting the door open as I was grabbed from behind, this time no needle, but a strong firm arm around the front of my throat, holding me in a choke hold. Impulsively, my hands flew to the arm, trying to pry it off as I started to gag, losing air to breath.
My eyes searched all around, at the things I could see, anything that I could use to, grab and attack with. He tighten his grip and my knees buckled but then I saw a series of metal tools on a tray near by, why it was there I don't know but I couldn't breath now. I reached forward, my arm outstretched and my fingertips brushing a metal surgery knife.
"C'mon. Give up." He whispered in my ear, a laughter following moments later but then my fingertips moved the knife closer and I hit the metal table now, the tools falling to the floor but I grabbed onto the metal knife, stabbing it into the arm that held me in this death grip and then he let lose and I fell to the floor, coughing and trying to breath correctly. As my breathing sounded okay, even though my throat was raspy I got out of the room, running down the hallway, nearly losing my balance and tripping over my own feet. I looked back once only to see the Joker coming down the hallway in a odd animal like way, like a money but hey, that was just my idea on it. My eyes widen and I turned my head back, turning around a corner, having to hold onto the wall for a few seconds, still running and then I took a left. Where's those stairs when you need them? I looked around and saw no one at all. What had happened while I was asleep? I saw an elevator and flew to it as if it gonna save my life. I took time then to notice that my hands were wrapped in white bandages but then I kept pushing the down button as much as I could on it, thinking maybe if I pushed it enough it would come faster. That did not come out right. But it was true.
"Come on. Come on. Come on." I was talking to a inanimate object now but that was just fine, probably meant I was crazy but it was okay. My bandage covered hands were shaking but I tapped my foot slightly, then the elevator doors opened up and I ducked into it, I pushed the main floor button and the doors slowly started to shut, the Joker appearing in front of them as he hopped out of no where, just as they shut all the way close. So yeah, I screamed, covering my mouth with both hands then putting them back at my side, clenching them into fists even though it hurt painfully to do so now that I had some time to notice. They felt like they were on fire but I tapped my foot, impatient already. This thing was too slow. What if he was already running down the fire escape stairs? "The Joker is after me, Mr. Elevator, so can you hurry up?!" I was now talking to inanimate objects.Again. That made me panic and I start to press the main floor button again, about three times in my little panic. The elevator doors opened up and I could smell smoke already, it made me cough and feel like I was going to throw up but I ran out as fast as I could. Where were the doors?
My eyes scanned the area and I saw them, but then I heard a ding noise and I looked to the left of the elevator. There was another one...Oh crap. I dashed across the smoke filled area, coughing harshly then shoved the doors open and dashed down the side stairs and then across the front parking a lot, all the ambulances sirens were wailing loudly, screeching and from a distance I could hear the fire truck sirens. I glanced back once, my hair blowing with the wind so it kept getting in front of my eyes but then a explosion went off and I fell backwards onto the rocky hard ground, my eye lids close tightly as smoke filled the whole area. I couldn't breath. When the area started to clear, it had felt like hours but then I looked up and saw fire still showing in some windows, and only the walls had cracked on the hospital. I had heard my dad talking about it once...how the Joker had blown up Gotham General and they had to rebuild it. Luckily this time it didn't turn to dust like before. I coughed again, covering my mouth with my left hand, trying to swallow but that just made me want to cough even more. Then within seconds there was a hand at my shoulder and I finally heard the fire truck and police sirens again, I jumped in place then, looking up and saw Gordon there. Man, sometimes he was so smothering. My hands were shaking as I swallowed, fighting the urge to cough now.
"Did the Joker come out alive?" He asked then, breathing heavily, awaiting an answer and all I could was stare at him, mouth agape "Did he?" He looked anxious now, I then remembered how to move and shrugged quickly, I didn't know how to answer. I—I hadn't seen him since back inside the hospital room and hallway...but...I...I didn't know.
"I don't know..." I started to cough again, looking away and covering my mouth with both hands as I hacked away. Gordon then knelt down, patting me on the back slightly, then looked around
"I need a medic! Hey!" Gordon yelled, looking for someone to come and help me apparently "I need a medic!" Then he looked back at me, looking as if he didn't know what else to do. It seemed like hours as I was checked and poked by some medics, now I sat at the back of an ambulance, my legs dangling off but then I pulled them up, sitting Indian style as I clenched at the gray fuzzy blanket that was wrapped around me, smoke still smudged my face but there were too many people scurrying around and buzzing about. I looked to my left, staring at the hospital that was still standing, as said by luck. Firefighters entering and exiting all at the same time and then I slowly let my eyes trail up, seeing still fire dazzling from the windows. It looked pretty to me for some reason. Sparkly. Beautiful. I stared at it for a few moments before slowly looking away in a daze, letting go of the blanket now, it fell back as I hopped off the ambulance and got to my feet, looking around once before walking over to a police car where I saw Howl. I tried to smile but couldn't for some reason, but I stood beside the driver side now, slowly Howl looked over at me.
"Hey." He quirked an eyebrow at me as if suspicious, which he probably was "Yeaaaah. Sorry 'bout before." I was really trying my best to apologize, he looked away then still with his quirked eyebrow. I tell you, seriously, if you could see him, you'd say he looked just like Wolverine from the X-MEN movies, the one played by Hugh Jackman, but that's not important.
"It's okay, doesn't matter." He didn't look back at me, I took that as a peace marker and turned around, walking away but then "Hey, Kid!" I turned back slightly, looking at Howl and he actually smiled but it faded "Be careful." Then he looked away as if nothing had happen, I stared for a moment or two before turning around and walking away back towards the ambulance I was at moment's before, grabbing the blanket that was still there and looking back at the hospital again, at the pretty fire, wondering if the Joker had really made it out alive or not.
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