I OWN ONLY ABIGAIL!
I watched Batman Begins and I LOVE Scarecrow, so I had to write a story with him in it. Shouuld I keep going? My oc Abigail is losely based on my one friend at school, who I love to call L-Chan. The park about her hair is 100% true BTW.
"The distance between insanity and genius is measured only by success." Bruce Feirstein
I had to switch to First Person to tell the story. It's had to write this part in Third Person so bear with me and I'll switch back soon. Or should I keep in First? Let me know.
Everything went fuzzy and it was hard for me to stand. I felt my body slipping towards the floor, legs too weak to hold me up anymore. The patient had stopped screaming and I watched with blurry vision as Dr. Crane moved the man from the table and walked towards me. As he bent down to pick me up his face blurred and seemed to change right before me. Morphing into strange and foreign shapes. Whatever he had sprayed in my face was making the room darken and shapes form in the shadows. I felt the metal of the table press into my back, still warm from the patient before me, and leather straps wrap around my wrists and ankles. Confused and starting to come out of my stupor I struggled against my bonds whipping my head from side to side trying to find a way out.
"It's no use fighting. You wont be able to break free of those." Crane told me over his shoulder.
"Let me go! Crane, what the hell is this?"
Crane turned to me wearing a burlap sack over his head. It was strange and terrifying and sort of funny to see. "It's not Crane, it's Scarecrow."
Suddenly there was another blast of gas in my face and everything went blurry again. As my vision cleared I noticed the room had darkened and I looked around to find the reason why. I looked to my left and saw a small girl standing a few feet from me wearing a white patients' gown with her dark brown hair in front of her face. As I watched I saw blood drop from her face onto her gown and she looked up at me. Where her eyes should have been there were just empty sockets, dripping blood down her face. Alarm shot through me as she staggered forward, closer and closer, finally reaching one small white hand out to me.
"Why didn't you help me?" She demanded in a weak, scared voice, "why Dr. Young? You said you would help me!"
With a shriek she launched herself at me and wrapped her hands around my throat. I thrashed wildly in my restraints and screamed at the girl.
"I don't even know who you are! Let me go!" I thrashed until I noticed that, although she was strangling me, I could still breath normally. This was just a hallucination!
The moment I realized it wasn't real the girl disappeared and the room became relatively normal and I stopped thrashing around to look at, or more accurately glare daggers at and wish for the death of, Dr. Crane.
He seemed confused that I had stopped thrashing and screaming. "What's going on?" He asked aloud.
"It wasn't real. You bastard! You used some sort of drug on me to make me see things!" I shouted.
"My fear toxin shouldn't have worn off so quickly." He said, half to himself.
Crane approached me and slid off his mask so he could study me better. I glared at him and was tempted to spit at him.
"What the hell is your problem Crane?" I snarled, "Let me go!"
"You are the first to come around so soon." Crane said, almost to himself, "I can't let you go. Let's try a more concentrated dose."
I struggled against the bonds holding me to the table. Crane, sick of my cursing and struggling, and ready to continue his experiments on me, blasted me in the face again with fear gas. I fought against the encroaching darkness that followed but soon fell back into Scarecrow's world of fear.
The visions that leaped at me were worse than before. I looked around the room and saw things I had only seen in horror movies. In the corner sat a small boy, a headless dog in his lap, laughing about how he told the dog to 'shut up'. To his left stood a small girl with white hair and startling white eyes in a light pink dress under a matching parasol, she held a beaten pink rabbit with it's throat slit and stuffing oozing out like blood. Beside me stood a haggard old woman, half rotten, bits falling off of her. She kept caressing my face with her maggot covered hand. Shuddering I looked away, into the empty sockets of the little girl from before.
"You said you would help us, Dr. Young. Why did you lie? Why do you always lie to us Abby?" I stared at her in shock while more and more horrors filled the room.
Finally I couldn't take any more and a strangled cry flew from my lips. "You're not real! None of this is!"
"Oh, they're real Abby." Scarecrow growled, "as real as I want them to be."
I struggled to get off the table, away from Scarecrow and the horrors he made me see. My movement seemed to set something off within the monsters in the room and they attacked me. Ripping at skin and clothes alike. Screams echoed around the room, but I couldn't tell if they were from me of them. Finally I couldn't take anymore and my mind shut off, sinking me into peaceful darkness.
Well? What do you think? Keep 1st person or go back to 3rd? I really like 1st... Maybe I'll stick with it a little longer... Another chapter or two? I'm going to start writing the next chappy soon so you better tell me ASAP or I'll just do what I want. :) Cuz I can do stuff like that as the writer.