A/N: thanks so much for the response to the first chapter! This chapter is longer and I hope you guys like it. I recently found my own copy of New Years Evil Scarecrow.
Becky gulped and momentarily found herself frozen in place as Crane glared at her from the middle of the classroom. After a few moments, she found the strength to run away from the room just as he began stalking away from the trembling student and twords the door. She bit her lip to surpress her cries of agony as she ran as fast as she could away from the Pyschology portion of Gotham University. Crane took his time and stopped in the doorway of the exit to watch her dash to her car.
Twenty minutes later, Beckys appartment.
Becky was sure to secure all the locks on her door the moment she was inside, but that did nothing to comfort her in what she had just witnessed. Her professor was a murderer. As the rumors she had heard ran thru her head, a chill ran down her spine. She had to call the police, the university, the batman, anybody. But she also realized that she had no proof. That if nobody believed her, he would come after her. She had to think of a plan and think it fast. Her thoughts were interupted by a loud knocking on her door. she spun around to look out the eyehole and immeadietely pushed away from the door.
"Go away!"
"I'm not here to harm you, I merely wish to talk. I understand that you might have mistaken what you have seen. Let me inside and I will explain everything."
"You dont honestly expect me to fall for that one, do you?"
"Fall for what? I'm merely offering you the truthful and logical explaination. I know that your eyes have decieved you on what you have whitnessed."
"You're lying! I saw you standing over a student after you injected him with some orange crap and he started screaming! That sounds exactly like the stories they tell about you. How do you explain that?!"
Crane sighs.
"I assure you that I had a very good reason for doing what I do. Let me inside. I will not kill you, dear child."
Becky pauses in thought.
"Tell me the truth right here right now. Why do you hurt people?"
"I simply use those who torment the weak to test my formula on."
Beckys tone softens.
"And what does your 'formula' do?"
"I could show you if you'd like."
"Does it hurt?"
"Physically, no. Mentally...thats another story. It simply produces vivid halucinations of the subjects greatest fears."
"Then why do people die?"
"If the halucination is too great, the subject may induce accidental suicide in their fearful state. I don't kill."
"If I let you in, will you promise to help me understand?"
"Of corse."
Becky reluctantly unlocks her door and lets Crane inside.
The next day, 3:21 pm
Becky shifts uncofortably on the bed. She finds her head is throbing and her memories of the previous night are hazy to say the least. Once she finally manages to get her eyes open, she nearly falls out of bed at the sight of her professor sitting in a chair, wating her from across the bedroom with intrest. She takes in her unfamiliar surroundings and the memories come back to her like a floodgate.
"What the Hell?! Where am I"
"A building where I conduct my experiments. You will be staying here."
"For how long?"
"Who said you were ever going to leave. I admire you Miss Albright. That is why I will not dispose of you as I would any normal witness of my work. I've read your file. You must have had quite the traumatic past, what with your legs and such. I wish to show you my work, perhaps in due time, you could come to join me. For now, I only want to get to know you better. What was your childhood like?"
"Sucked. Next question."
"I want you to be much more specific than that."
"And if I refuse to say anything?"
"Then I will be forced to take away privliges. I don't have to feed you every meal, or every day for that matter. I don't have to let you out of this room. Do you understand?"
Becky huffs in annoyance.
"Fine."
"Your childhood?"
"About what you'd expect. I didn't fit in. The other kids liked to pick on me, call me names. But the thing I hated the most was that they just never left me alone. Day in and day out, I was asked a constant stream of 'whats that? why are you so weird? why can't you play like us?' I had no problem with telling them, but they never shut up. They followed me around, constantly asking me. I never had a moment to myself! I told them everything, but they kept it up anyway. Like I said before, it sucked."
"Did they ever hurt you physically?"
"Not until high school. Thats when they started tripping me and treating me like some kind of idiot. I wanted more than anything to hit back."
Crane gets up from his seat and sits beside Becky on the bed.
"I believe we have something in common Miss Albright."
6:35 pm
Becky watches Crane nervously as he eats across the table from her. He pauses and smirks at her.
"I assure you that there is nothing wrong with your food. Now eat, if you don't finish it, I won't let you leave that seat until you do."
She crosses her arms in annoyance.
"I'm not five."
"I'll treat you like your age as soon as you learn to cooperate."
"I'm not hungry."
"I don't care. If you make me lose sleep because I have to watch you, I will not be in as generous mood as I am now."
"Whats stopping me from running?"
"That security device around your wrist."
"The house arrest thing? What about it?"
"If you step more than twenty feet outside this building, a severe shock will be immited. Only I have the key disarm it and I'm keeping it close."
Becky bites her lip as she looks from the device to the key around Cranes neck.
"I'm still not eating."
"Very well then. You can just stare at your plate all night."
"What will happen if I do that?"
"I'll be very irritated."
"Then what will you do?"
"You'll just have to wait and see."
Question of the chapter: How should Dr Crane respond to Beckys stubborness? Answer as a review please. I'm intrested to see you guys opinions. til next time, :)