I don't own anything Batman, including the characters and settings. I own only my own character, Abigail Young.
Sorry guys. The chapters have been so short! But this time I'll try and make it longer. No one has said to me if I should stay 1st or 3rd person, so I decided to just keep switching between the two according to the story. AND a shout out to Elodie the Scribe for bringing my attention to certain things, Thank you for that. As well as Marie Annett for her strong reaction to my saying " Maybe I'll stick with it a little longer... Another chapter or two". I meant the point of view not the story! It makes me glad to know people like Abby that much. Now on with the story!
Abby twisted in her restraints and screamed. Scarecrow seemed satisfied with her reaction to his gas and turned to put his mask away. Just as he was flipping closed the lid of the silver case that held his mask, Abby went silent. Crane turned, expecting her to be dead, to find Abby laying on the table glaring at him.
"You bastard!" Abby snarled. Literally. Something had changed, making her snarled words become more animal like. "Just like the rest of this world you are corrupt. Committing heinous crimes against your fellow man. And hiding behind your mask." Abby spat on the ground and continued. "I will stop you. All of you. Every liar, murderer, mob boss. Every evil person in this broken city. Anyone who has done anything to harm their fellow man."
Crane smirked at Abby. "You wont be able to Miss Young. You see, I'm not letting you go, and you can't get out of those restraints. So threaten all you want, you wont be able to follow through."
Abby glowered at Crane as he ran a hand through his hair and straightened his suit. She kept her eyes on him until he left the basement. As soon as Crane left, Abby started pulling at the restraints again. They were made to keep a patient still while they thrashed, but never had the person they held been able to think coherently. Abby pulled her right hand until the strap was taut, then lowly began to work her hand free. The sweat on her wrist helped her to pull her hand through the cuff of leather until she got to her thumb knuckle and it stopped.
"Damn it!" Abby swore.
She inspected the cuff and where it was stuck on her hand. The obvious solution would be to break the thumb and slip free, but how would she do that with the other hand strapped down? Abby sighed and flexed her hand, thinking hard. Then the cuff slipped a few millimeters farther off her hand! Surprised Abby kept flexing her hand and the cuff slid more. She stopped flexing and tucked her thumb into her palm, which pulled the knuckle in and out of the way. And then she was free!
Hurriedly Abby undid the other straps and jumped off the table. She smiled in victory as she threw the basement door open and ran up the stairs to Arkham. And right into Dr. Crane.
"How did you get out?" He hissed and pulled her into a side room.
"It's easy given the chance to think it through." She hissed back and wrenched her arm free. "And now, Scarecrow, let's see if I can't find your little mask to show the cops."
Before Abby could move Crane had her pinned against the wall. She let out a snarl and pulled her knee up into his crotch. Crane dropped to the floor, Abby stepped over him and ran to his office. Once in his office Abby searched everywhere for the case containing the mask.
"Where is it!" She snapped. Any moment now Crane would come in and stop her!
Abby stood for a moment in the center of the office, then noticed a glint of silver under the filing cabinet in the far right corner. Unnoticeable unless you were looking for it. Abby crouched down and pulled out the silver case, then ran out of the office.
Abigail POV
Silver case in hand I fled the asylum, running for my car and screeching out of the staff parking lot. I had to get the mask to Commissioner Gordon! I had to expose Crane and get him put away! As I slowed to a stop at an intersection a few miles from the asylum I looked over at the silver case on the passenger seat. I had to stop Scarecrow. No matter what. There was the sound of tires screeching and my head snapped up to see a white van heading right for me. It skidded to a stop beside my car and masked men got out. Alarmed I slammed on the gas and streaked down the road.
Gunfire made me look back as my tire popped and I lost control of the car. I panicked and wrenched on the wheel. Sending the car into a tail-spin. The drivers side slammed into a tree, shattering the windshield. The car then rotated around the tree so it faced the road and finally stopped.
My head had slammed against the drivers side window, shattering it and cutting my head open. Johnathan's case had flown from the passenger's seat to the floor beneath my feet and slammed into my right leg from the force of impact with the tree and I felt blood trickle down my calf. My collarbone and hips hurt from the seat belt cutting into them. But I could tell nothing was broken, just bruised, luckily.
"Quick, find the case!" A man's voice shouted from somewhere outside the car. "If she's still alive, don't kill 'er. Scarecrow's wants 'er alive."
"Damn you Johnathan." I groaned and released the seat belt.
I grabbed the case from the floor and tried my car door. To my joy it opened with a kick and I fell out onto the dewy grass. Gripping the case I fled into the trees, followed by gunfire. My head was pounding after a few minutes of running in the pitch black trees. I sagged against a tree and listened for signs of pursuit. Farther back there was the sound of men crashing through the undergrowth. Forcing myself onto my feet I ran deeper into the trees then turned to my left and ran for the road.
Pausing again I could hear the sound of vehicles on the highway. Exhausted I ran a few more minutes until I staggered onto the shoulder of the highway. I waved my arms and tried to get someone to stop, but every car kept going and my hope shrank. Finally a van pulled over beside me and the window rolled down. My relieved smile fell as I looked in the van. There in the passenger's seat sat Crane.
"Abigail, looks like you were in an accident. What happened?" He asked with mock concern.
My spirit sagged as he stepped from the van. "Stay away."
He ignored me and stepped closer. I adjusted my grip on the case and swung it at Crane, feeling it make contact with his skull. He fell to the side and I started running. I heard Johnathan curse and take after me. I may have been fairly fast, but he was faster and quickly caught up to me. He grabbed my uniform and pulled me off my feet. Ignoring my curses he grabbed the case and walked back to the van.
"Kill her." He told one of his men as he got into the van.
The van drove off as the man pulled out a gun. I took a deep breath and closed my eyes, readying myself for the bullet that would end my life. I opened my eyes again and looked at the light of the sun rising in the east. A shot rang out just as it began to rise over the horizon.
AAAAAND DONE! Mwahaha! So, what do you think? I love writing cliffhangers. Not so much when I read them and have to wait for the next chap to come out. SO worry NOT my dear readers! I'll get the next one out ASAP! Maybe even today... If I feel like it. Until next time Lovelies. ^.^