Disclaimer: All characters belong to DC, with the exception of Magda, Jim, and Danny. I swear this is the final part, and sorry if it seems short. I'm sure I'll end up revising it some other day Enjoy!
The voice was fading in and out. "What's wrong girl? Can't stand being another scar on my skin?" Half like Zsasz and half like Crane. I could hear him sniffing my hair, and felt a hand brush over my cut. A figure stepped in front of me that had his head covered in a burlap sack, with a noose around his neck.
I pleaded with a shaking voice, "Bring Dr. Crane back!"
The room blurred with Zsasz and Scarecrow melding into one person. He stepped closer. "Crane is a little preoccupied right now. He bid me to come out and play." He looked towards the cart, and sounded disappointed. "Awww. Only five more doses to go? He should of let me out sooner." His face flashed as Zsasz as he stopped in front of me. I struggled in my seat, feeling the straps biting into my skin. This time I shot him an angry glance. His face flashed back to Scarecrow, "Not scared anymore? What a pity."
I spat in his face, "If I had my knife you'd be dead!"
I heard a growl but couldn't see his displeasure, only the sewn up mouth of his mask. His hands reaching behind his back as he pulled it out. My knife. "How did you scream that night!" He stuck the tip of it at the top of my cut and pressed down. I let out a wail of pain as he reopened the wound. He took it slow. The pain hurt worse than before, and my heaving cries played for his enjoyment. Half way down he dropped the knife, and got two more syringes from the cart. He plunged them into both sides of my neck and threw them away.
"Give into the fear!" His face disappeared, and I heard Zsasz behind me again. I could feel everything. The knife to the throat, the cut to the jugular. A stab to the chest. A slit of the stomach. My mind thought of every way he could possible cut me. All the pain I felt must of overloaded my senses because at one point I blacked out.
I woke up again with a gasp. My eyes darted around the room, but I saw no one. I couldn't help it. I began to cry. I had never felt so hopeless in my life. So broken down. From the side I heard a door swing open. Footsteps stopped beside me and I turned to look up. Dr. Crane was back. He held a sterile pad with some sort of ointment on it. He placed it over the open wound. "You were out for a couple hours this time. There are two choices to be made. We stop now, and your cut short by six thousand. Or I can inject you with the last three all at once and we see what happens. It's your choice."
My voice had grown hoarse from all the screams. In my defeated state I pleaded with him. "Just let me die. Don't let him kill me. Just let me die here."
He bent down in front of me and placed the bandage on my chest. He covered all sides with medical tape and looked at me with scorn. "I had more faith in you dear. You've miraculously made it this far. Death doesn't seem to suit you." As he got up a wide sneer took over his face. He took all three syringes in his hand, and jammed them into my leg. My gruff yell echoed off the walls. "Time to finish what we started!" This time instead of leaving me tied down, he unlocked my restraints early. He must of known that for the moment, I was too exhausted to attack him. He whispered in my ear, "If you thought the agony last time felt real enough, then just wait for it now." He squeezed both of my wrists tightly. "I'm giving you the tools to face your fears. Use them!" I was a little confused. He pushed away from me, and made his way to the door. When on the other side he began to stare intently.
After a couple more minutes, my senses intensified again. I felt paranoid. I heard noise behind me and jumped from my chair. Once again there he was. My mind told me he wasn't there, but my body didn't believe it. Zsasz stood there armed with a knife. His bare chest fully showing the body count of his victims. It had to be in the hundreds. He slowly sauntered over towards me. When I looked around the room I saw my knife still laying on the floor. Instinctively I picked it up and took a low stance. Face your fears.
He shifted his knife from hand to hand. I decided to pounce on him. When I did, I took a painful fall. He had disappeared. Still clutching my knife I got up on my knees. Then I felt cold steel on my neck, and my heart raced. He isn't there. Then I heard him whisper, "I know what your thinking. If I wasn't real then why can you feel this." I could feel him slicing open my throat. I dropped my knife and gasped for air. Looking down at my hands I saw my blood pooling around me.
The pain felt real, but there was no warmth from the blood. I could never forget that feeling. When I killed Phil. Picking up my blade again, I turned and stabbed him in the foot. He let out a yowl of pain, as I heard my knife clatter on the ground. I got up and head butted him, falling back down in a daze, my head began to hurt. I could see he had a bloody nose now. Picking up my knife again, I swung at him wildly. He was down on the ground, and I could take full advantage of it. It felt like he was weakened, and that he couldn't throw me off of him. My mind told me I was sinking through him, but my vision didn't care. With each stab I let out a yell of pure anger. His chest was covered in blood, but I couldn't stop. My hands were covered in blood, but I didn't stop. A voice rang in my ear. "Red looks good on you." And then I noticed, Zsasz wasn't moving. The glassy eyed look of death washed over his face, and I paused. Confused, I felt nothing now.
I heard the door open, and Crane came back through. With darkened eyes he grabbed the knife from me, and kicked me in the chest. It knocked the wind out of me, as he picked me up and carried me back to that room with the cot. Laying me down he removed a syringe from his pocket. "A sedative my dear." He pricked my inner thigh and smiled. "You put on a good show. I have a feeling you were my greatest breakthrough yet." My eyes felt heavy, feeling the weight of a blanket on my chest. "Get some rest, and the dear Doctor will have your money waiting for you." I passed out.
AN: Please feel free to comment, review, like, or favorite. I'm looking for any feedback you have on how I can improve the story. Things get back to normal next time, I swear.
