Emissary of Death (Gotham Fanfic)

Chapter Two

Today was just too tough for Andy, she didn't want anyone to talk her after she was done. She walked home, and felt like she was going to cry while walking in the alleyway. Then it started to rain, and she cussed under her breath and just felt like crying. What she saw in that office hit her too hard, and she couldn't cooperate right now. She looked to her left, and she realized she should've taken a taxi. There were two men approaching her, and they had evil smirks on their faces. She turned from them, and headed down where town was. Her arm was grabbed by one of the mans and she was pushed against the wall.

"Let go of me," she begged under her breath, one of the men grabbed her purse and started to look through it. She didn't care, she just wanted to let the man go of her and find police. "Take whatever money you want, just please let go of me."

"You're going no where baby," the man up against her smirked, and started to trail his hand down to her legs, and she kicked him away. He groaned in pain, then the other men dropped her purse and grabbed her arms. She winced, and kicked her so she was on her knees. The man from before made her look up at him, and he immediately punched her across the face. They were now torturing her, and she couldn't help but scream through pain. No one will save her, this is how she's gonna die. Murdered on the streets. Once they were down with kicking and punching her a knife was against her neck, and blood went down her mouth.

"Smile baby, you're gonna be famous. Don't worry, it'll only hurt a little bit," the man gawked. There was a sudden noise like glass breaking from the alley, and the men looked down the dead end. It was pitch black making it hard to see. Lincoln, knife in good hand, snuck up behind the one with the girl. He wrapped an arm around the mans neck, making him yard to yell, and stabbed his chest with the machete he found. The man spit out blood, then his eyes fell back and turned white. And his breath hitched. Lincoln pushed him on the ground, and the man far looked over seeing him.

"No. You're...the Mad-Man," he spoke under his breath, and he could still hear it from afar. Lincoln started to walk after him, and the man kept running, and tried screaming help. Lincoln threw a knife at the mans hand when he tried to climb at the wall, and the man screamed at the knife hitting his bare hand. Lincoln came up and put a hand on the mans neck and pushed him against the wall. The man started to struggle, but Lincoln was too strong for him.

"Now, what did I say about torturing? It's not nice is it?" Lincoln smirked evilly, and took the knife from the mans hand. "And the more you torture somebody, you'll see the monster that's really inside of you, and it hurts. Just like this will." Lincoln took the knife and stabbed the man, and laughed evilly, not loudly, but laughed like he was getting something special. He threw the man to the ground, and hid the knife in his pocket. The girl laid on the concrete, and he slowly walked over to her. Her mouth had a cut with blood bleeding, and she was beaten. She was unconscious, meaning they knocked her out. He looked into her face, and suddenly a weird feeling went through him.

He took the knife, and rised it because he needed to kill her. The voice in the back of his head, his fathers voice, said for him to do it. He shook his head, and heard the voice grow louder to tell him to do it now. His hand was shaking, then he screamed loudly and threw his knife on the ground. No he thought, I can't kill her, but why? It was his job, his job to feel madness, and darkness like his father. But love? Oh hell no! He thought.

The girl was still unconscious, and he suddenly heard sirens coming. The lights were flickering down the street, and he knew they can't catch him. Not now, not yet. He knew he would regret this later, without thinking he went down over the girl, and picked her up in his arms. He could see flashlights from police coming, so he needed to hide. He put his hood over him, and walked down the street. He turned a corner, and hid against the wall, and he could hear that the police were only looking through the alley where he killed the two men.

"I'm such a dumbass," he mumbled under his breath, and luckily no one could hear. He looked at the girl, whose head was resting against his chest. Why didn't I kill her? He thought, what is wrong with me. He peeked seeing the police were gone, and sighed heavily under his breath. The girl was so pale, he was surprised that she didn't wake up yet. Then he look down, and could see her arm was bleeding a little, luckily not through his shirt, but on hers. He ripped some cloth from his shirt, and covered the wound from bleeding too much. He looked back at her face, and couldn't believe what he was thinking. She looked, and he had to say it, beautiful. Even when she was knocked out cold. Luckily his hide out was close, so soon he was able to walk down the passageways and make it back.

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Michelle sat at the island table in her and Andy's kitchen, looking at the news report about Andy gone missing. She looked at the tv screen, and could see there was a picture of Andy at the day they went to Paris. She had a fine smile, showing her white glowing teeth and how she looked in the camera when Michelle took it. The TV was muted by Gordon who stood near the glass coffee table in the room. He didn't want her seeing it, especially since Michelle was already going through a tough time.

"I'm doing to best I can Michelle," Gordon turned toward Michelle, who had her hands on her head and looked at the wooden island. She didn't listen, she didn't want to here it. The case was already called missing when she ran to Gordon and said Andy wasn't retiring calls or messages and they looked everywhere for her. But they found nothing. "Look Michelle, I already feel like the guilty-"

"I'm not mad at you," she finally looked up at him, and he could see she didn't get sleep last night with her eyes puffy and dark circles under her eyes. "I'm mad at myself. I'm her best friend, and I should've called her before it all happened. And whoever kidnapped her, deserves a fine kick on the ass." Her eyes followed the TV where Gordon followed. He looked seeing the fine bold letters, '2 men found dead near High Street alleyway in Gotham' he reached for the remote, but Michelle raced down and turned the volume up while they both listened.

"Police stating that 17 year old Kyle Richards and Daniel Kagawa were found dead near High Street. Both were stabbed in the neck, and found hanged by the near ladders to apartments, when witnesses say there was a black figure with a weapon," the woman on the television said.

"That's where Andy walks," Gordon looked at Michelle. "Whenever she would be done work she would get a taxi or walk. That's probably where she went missing." A ring buzzed through the air, and Gordon sighed through his pocket, and could see it was Harvey. He answered it and Harvey was saying for Gordon to come down immediately. Gordon raced to the door. "You need to say that's where Andy went missing! We will find her promise?!" He turned toward her, seeing the begging 5 year old girl in her eyes. He already knew to keep promises, the one from Michelle, and the one from Bruce. And he won't let them down.

"I promise," and just like that, he opened the door and left.