Crimson

Realitys hell

My world is not as I left it, and the mans face in front of mine confirms that.
I don't recognize his pricing brown eyes or his tightly clenched jawline but for some reason the fear in me is nonexistent. I glare at him for a while watching his every movement as he pretty much just ignored all of mine.
He walks around me multiple times walking to different tables around the room filled with high tech gadgets and random handy man supplies.
He fiddles with about 4 different types of screws before being completely satisfied with one.
He then headed up a short metal stair case to the next floor which was in view but partly blocked by a huge super computer just like Jason's ..........
My brain stop functioning and I can't believe I didn't think of him or that situation sooner.
what even happened after i blacked out, better question where in the hell was I and where's j...
"Master Bruce the pizza you ordered has arrived shall I inform the boys."
Another man enters the cave and is dressed in a formal suit with a little black bow tie that looks as if it's been carved into his neck do to years of wearing it. he has a thick British accent and he holds his head up high like a royal.
"Can you bring it down here Alfred I have to talk to the boys about something while they eat."
The other mans voice who I know nows name is Bruce sounds brooding and dark.
The thin British Alfred gives a simple nod and heads away into an unknown darkness that resembles a hallway.
It's time to act, I jump from the cold metal table I was laying on and head for one of the gadget on a similar table.
My eyes never leave the man as I make my way across the blackened cave even when I grab the different objects from the junky tables.
I find sharp needled syringes everywhere and some sleep medicine he probably drugged me with along with a pointed black screwdriver.
The last thing I need is a zip tie or rope of sorts.
I look with making the least noise as possible and spot it on the desk right in his arms reach.
Better not fuck this up.
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I stalk towards him screw driver in hand ready to bring it down and puncture his skin. I swear I can hear my own heartbeat echoing off the jagged walls of the cave.
I raise the screw drive up and behind my head and slam it down with all the force I can conjure up.
Everything happens like I wanted it to until he turns and catches my wrist in mid swing.
There's an awkward moment of glaring into one another's eyes and his are filled with smothered rage.
Plan b commencing.
I grab the sharp needled syringe I had found on the table from the waist band of my pants and drive it hard into his toned rib caged.
Slowly I press the down on the syringes end and I watch as the medicine pours into his blood making his grip slowly lose it's power. after that his whole body collapses to the floor like a slab of meat.
I take deep breaths before moving again, slowly I reach for the rope and tie his limp body to the base of his computer table.
I leave the scene of the crime and run over to the blackened hallway I watched Alfred leave through.
The hallway is slender and the floor is elevated in weird places, not something I expected the exit/entrance of this high tech sleek cave to be.
The hallway curves awkwardly and is surprisingly not that long.
It only takes me a couple of minutes before I reach a dead end.
What lies ahead of me is elevator shaft with no elevator, just my luck I guess.
I rapidly grope at the walls until my hands come across an elevator switch.
Two simple arrows pointing up and down. I hit the up button and hear the elevators belts start up.
I watch it as it slowly slips down the long wide shaft and abruptly stops at me.
The two doors split apart and glide to the sides letting me step in.
My eyes grow wide when I appear to be not the only one using the elevator.
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The British man stands in front of the 4 others and seems completely calm by the situation.
Every one stands wide eyed starring at me except for one man who's looking down at the floor not noticing everyone else's shock or me in that matter.
He has black raven hair and a grey streak running up one side of his head.
He's wearing a tan leather jacket with a solid black t shirt underneath. lose ripped jeans rid on his hips and a pair of black combat boots cover his ankles.
"Jason"
My voice is hopefully and electric and I see the same emotion in his baby blue eyes when he raises them from the ground.
He doesn't say a word but instead wraps his muscular arms around me and gives me a tight squeeze.
I don't think about it, I wrap myself around his neck and place my chin on to his shoulder.
He smells like Smoke and it makes me melt.
He turns his head to me a little and puts his lips only an inch away from my ear  letting me feel his breath.
"Thanks for playing along, I ll get us out of this just keep it up with this fake lovey dovey shit."
Right.........fake.
That's all this was, me falling for him and him not being their to catch me.
Probably not even noticing I was falling
And I was falling hard and fast.
The other boys pushed past us to see if Bruce was okay while me and Jason were making our get away in the elevator.
Me and Jason were silent for a while that was until he looked me up and down.
Leaving his mouth to unhinge from it's sockets and actually drop to the floor.
"Your legs....."
His eyes were wide and filled with horror.
"What about um"
I looked down to see what he was talking about and both ours jaws joined together on the floor.
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I could move them like normal legs but they weren't mine.
My legs were gone, completely and utterly gone from existence.
There was a pair of sleek robotic legs attached to me moving how my leg would. there were also were my legs where suppose to be.
"The motor cycle"
Jason says it hesitantly and I can't respond.
I want to ball my eyes out but I refuse to be weak in front of him again.
He seen me in enough pain and honestly I have to. I'm sick of these little girl emotions.
I was letting my own emotion block my brain to what was really happening , I made up a fantasy love between us making everything between us and our world fine but I was living in hell. I was just to stupid too see it.

The rest of the ride up both of us were silent and stone faced not even letting the sound of our breaths be heard.
(Bing)
The elevator comes to shaky stop and the doors slowly roll opened.
"The garage is this way"
I look around to see were in an elegant living room with a high celling and a grand fire place in the center of the wall .
There's three white couches with gold lace in the center of the room boxing in a wooden table, completely isolating a metal table in the corner with a small version of Gotham on it.
The only things left in the room is two grand doors on both sides, leaving a fork in which direction to go in.
"The garage is this way"
I didn't realize Jason had already left the elevator, but he was now jiggling the handle to one of the doors.
I step out and head for the lonely metal table in the corner.
"What the fuck are you doing exits this way".
I completely ignore his rants and just continue my plan.
I lay my left arm on the table and violently swipe the small Gotham grid off it. leaving the table blank and glistening.
"Have you lost it"
Jason looks at me completely confused.
"Just the opposite".
I pick up the heavy metal and throw it at the elevators closing doors.
The table lands half way in the elevator just like I planned and makes it impossible for the elevators doors to fully close.
Slowly the elevator begins descending letting the table lift up to its top and hold it in place.
A deafing screech between the elevator and the table fills the room and the pressure makes the table bend in half, but still keeps the determined elevator from moving off this floor.

Jason gives me a shocked ear to ear smile.
"To the garage"
I give him a sarcastic smirk.
"Lead the way".