(Decision A):
For some reason the young woman's words stung Killer Croc. And the only reason he could think of why they did, was because she was right. (Even though he knew deep down that what the others had said had been true. But he ignored that, as he didn't want to think of anything else being the possible cause of his 'feelings' being 'hurt'.)
So Croc screamed in a rage, angry at her, angry at his father and at the world, but most of all he was angry at himself. Angry for letting her words get to him like they did. His chest heaved violently as he rose out of the water, drool dripping from his many fangs. "I'm not a freak!"
"Oh Yeah!?" Kat screamed, baiting him again. "Are you sure about that?! Cause ya sure look like one to me!"
"Why you little!"
He jumped out of the sewer water in an impossible and incredible speed, slamming her violently down to the floor, growling, and snapping his jaws. She tried her best to get up, but she couldn't move. He weighed too much and was too strong.
Despite the fear, she smirked slightly, nodding her head. "See? You are part human. You have emotions. Whether you like it or not."
He was confused for a moment, then his eyes widened as he realized what she had done. She had baited him, had made him open up, even if it almost cost her her own life.
That. Well, that, he couldn't help but to admire. And to make it worse, that only made him angrier.
He mumbled as he let this information sink in into his mind. "You're one crazy bitch. You knew I would attack you. But you did it anyway...I'll never understand you quack jobs."
She sighed again. "Like I said earlier, I did it because I care."
He groaned, rolling his eyes. "Yeah, right..."
He was still on top of her and she was still pinned down to the hard ground, his hands tight, and locked in place, him still contemplating on whether or not he should kill her. But Kat continued, ignoring the pain in her arms as he squeezed them tighter, his claws barely breaking the skin.
"I don't think you're a freak, Waylon. I Never have. I just said those things to get you to open up, to get a reaction. I'm sorry. I didn't mean to make you this angry or to truly offend you. Please forgive me. Even if you plan on hurting me or even eating me, I just want you to know that you'll never be a freak to me. I know somewhere deep inside of you, you want to be cured, to be 'normal' but I want you to know that to me, you are normal. It is not and will never be your fault that you are the way you are, that your father decided to do what he did to you. No good man, or father would ever do this to his own son or daughter. It isn't right. It's inhumane. Yet, he did it. But it is NOT your fault. Ok? I need you to know that. To understand that. So again, please forgive me for being so mean and for baiting you. I'll completely understand it if you don't. And if you really don't and you decide that you're still going to kill me. I'm asking, no, begging you, to just...Just please, please, please, make it quick."
He averted his eyes, looking at the ground beside her as he thought about her words. He looked sad for a split second then turned back to her, face devoid of any emotion just as quickly as it had appeared.
"I don't need yours or anyone else's pity and I especially don't care what you think of me. Or anyone else for that matter."
She shook her head. "I don't believe that."
He growled, snapping his jaws towards her. "You don't know anything about me! Ok!? Nothing! Got it!? Nothing! Whatever you think isn't true! So just shut up, leave and take your pity with you!"
He got up off of her and lifted her up with ease like she was just a tiny little feather, and shoved her hard towards the door but surprisingly not hard enough to harm her.
"GET OUT!"
She walked away, surprised he was letting her go unscathed. And she wondered if she really should leave. As she contemplated on whether or not to get herself to complete safety or to put herself into his crosshairs again, she turned back around and heard him mumble to himself as he walked back into the sewer water. "Stupid...Crazy Bitch..."
Yet, that only made it even more obvious that she had gotten to him. And she really wanted to try and see if he'd open up more. Even if it was dangerous. Besides. He hadn't killed her yet. Which was, for her, an accomplishment on it's own.
Should I really leave? She thought to herself, hesitating as her small hand trembled over the door's handle...
Author's Note, IMPORTANT!: Should she leave? Or should she stay? You get to choose. You just put on Croc's Collar and chains, now you get to put on Kat's high heels and Arkham name tag.
Go ahead, choose, make her decision. And like last time the story will continue along depending on what decision you pick.
(A): Kat stays, disobeying Croc's orders and her own survival instincts.
(B): Kat leaves, obeying Croc's orders and her own survival instincts.
Don't just choose A. Because you want a lot of romance. Believe me. They both have the same Romance/Romantic gestures/Romantic or touching words.
Besides. I never said Croc would let her leave. :)
Nor did I say Croc would ultimately let her stay even if she chooses too.
Enjoy!
