Author's Note: Heeere's Johnny! It's been too long my test subjects, but the needle is ready and I pray the dosage is just right for you…
*Fear is the little death that brings total obliteration*
Lynda stared into the Riddler's predatory stare, feeling rooted to the spot. "You know…" Riddler grinned tapping his lightly freckled face in amusement, "your just the type of girl I enjoy. Your every man's dream. You don't talk and are easy to open up!" He began to laugh hysterically as she watched Lynda's mouth open wider in shock.
"Next, we're going to the medical ward." Dr. Crane snapped, causing Lynda to jump back in surprise. She turned around to see the doctor standing behind her, his blue eyes blazing with anger as he grabbed the small of her back. "Ms. Lynda, do not flirtatiously interact with the patients. After all the problems you have caused, I have a strong urge to kick you out." Lynda gritted her teeth as she was forced along the corridor and into a very sterile ward.
"I did not flirt with him!" she spat shoving Crane's arm away from her, "Don't you dare touch me again!" In fury, Lynda rushed to the middle of her swarm of classmates to leave him stunned.
Nobody walks away from me like that, that impertinent…
I would LOVE to de-claw that little kitty cat Johnny… hear her purrrrr…
"Enough!" Jonathan yelled, exasperated. The kids quieted down and look at him with shock. Quickly regaining his composure, Crane began to wipe his glasses and wave his hand across the span of the room. Containers lined the room filled with blue scrubs and moaning patients. "This is the medical wars, all injuries are handled here for all residents of this asylum."
"OH, A LITTLE BREAKFAST IN BED! I ALWAYS LOVED FRESH MEAT TO START THE DAY!" a raspy voice echoed through the corridor. Turning, Lynda and her classmates found a reptilian-like creature staring hungrily at them. It's skin was green and mottled with brown and yellow. It's eyes puss colored hue glimmered in delight its long tongue cascaded across his rows of sharp teeth. "FIRST OFF WE'LL START WITH THE FAT BOY! I JUST LOVE THE SWEET GRISTLE OF FAT ON MY TEETH!"
The boy who had the sharp claw pointed at him became flushed and began to cower against the boy in front of him. The creature gave a raspy laugh as it attempted to bring his restricted arms toward his IV tube.
" Prepare shock therapy for patient 00679 for me." Crane placed his thumb and forefinger to the bridge of his nose as he continued in annoyance, "This is the man known as Killer Croc. Due to a genetic mutation he appears to be reptilian in nature. Due to his physical appearance, he had been constantly abused as a child and eventual sent into a Freak Show which harbored on his animalistic nature. He is known to eat and destroy everything and everyone. He can be seen as a psychological example of when the Id is allowed to run rampant in the human psyche." a grin formed upon Crane's tight features as Croc's screams echoed across the corridor as a nurse administered electric shock.
"Observe the ill patients as you would like, you are much safer than you were in the other wards I can assure you."
The kids dispersed leaving Lynda in clear view of Jonathan's perceptive gaze.
If she causes one more issue I promise you…
If I can get her alone I can promise you that she won't be walking…
ENOUGH you perverted freak!
*Fear is contagious. You can catch it.*
Lynda gazed in the containers at the haggard men tearing into themselves, patient's attempting to remove their needles and moaning in sheer agony. In one, she saw the man stare glassy-eyed with dried blood on his lips as the medical team quickly draped him over with a sterile sheet. Lynda shivered in apprehension. She had hated hospitals ever since she had nearly died in one as a little girl.
*Machines shrilling their bright warnings as she vomited blood over the sheets, staining them red in her anguish. Her body trembled uncontrollably and she felt the floor sinking beneath her as a sharp sense of dread filled her senses. She faintly hears her mother's mournful cry as the doctors scream at her, "Open your eyes! Open your eyes!…"*
"Afraid of dying Ms. Lynda?" Dr. Crane asked, snapping Lynda back into reality. Glaring coldly at him she seethed, "I am not one of the patient's you can psychoanalyze doctor."
"I'm not, you were in a state of shock, I figured talking to you may help to soothe your nerves," he produced a crisp fold of tissue paper and handed it carefully to her, "I would wipe your eyes if I were you. Crying makes you look easy to take advantage of." Lips curling with amusement he sauntered away leaving an angered Lynda to dry her eyes.