-Katrina-
I squirm in fear as the needle sunk into my right arm. After the car accident, I hated the sight of blood and being probed with needles from the hospital. If I wasn't afraid of mister Scarecrow, I would've ask for a further explanation on the chemical I was being given. It was much more comforting when the nurses told you what you were being given, but when I was not told, like the doctors, I became nervous. I only knew that the chemical I am being given, is a fear inducing one. Which made me even more scared, I didn't want this stranger to see my weaknesses, but it seemed that I had no choice.
The chemical easily snuck into my veins, and before I knew it, I had a huge headache. As I strained to grab my head, Scarecrow removes the syringe from my arm, and called Gabriel back over. Gabriel reappears quickly as Scarecrow gave him demands. I tried to listen, but their voices were becoming disoriented. I watch helplessly as Scarecrow chained my right ankle again while Gabriel released me from the straps. "ARe yoU SuRe AbOuT ThIs?" Gabriel's voice distorts. "YeS, ShE WoN't AtTaCK Us, ShE's ToO WeAk." The Scarecrow explains.
Once freed, I curl my body up on the gurney, shut my eyes tight and hold my head in my hands. It felt like my brain was about to burst out of skull. "SeE? My ToXiN HaS OvErPoWeReD HeR FrAgIlE MiNd." I heard Scarecrow laugh as he re-approached me. I open my eyes to see the room now wavy and orange. I look over at the doctor and the shooter to see if they looked also different. Boy, did they. Gabriel's eyes were red and he was smiling at me as his flesh melted off his face. Scarecrow's eyes were a bright orange and he looked like a demonic scarecrow.
I let out a high pitch scream as I scuffing myself off the gurney. I landed on the concrete floor with the thud, before quickly turning over onto my back and crawling backwards towards a nearby cornor. A demonic chuckle radiates from Scarecrow as he approached me. "ThAnK YoU GaBrIeL, I CaN HaNdLe It FrOm HeRe." He smiles. The melting man nods and leaves the room. Locking me inside the lab with the demon.
As he got closer, I couldn't stop my breathing from hitching and my heart from climbing into my throat. "WhAt Do YoU SeE? YoU CaN TeLl ME." Scarecrow laughs. I shiver at his question, it didn't sound welcoming. With the creature getting closer, my instints kick in and I run. The Scarecrow tries to grab me, but I dodge his grip. I reach the door and try to open it, but with no luck. I turn around and see another exit behind him. Feeling confident, I rush towards the creature to confuse it before dodging it by driving underneath it. That tactic didn't work out so well. I ran towards him and as I went to dive, he grabs me.
I begin to scream and thrash in fear as the Scarecrow lifted me up in the air and brought me over to the lab table. I hear him grab something off it as I struggled in his grip. I was so close to being free, but he was able to stop my struggle by forcing me to face him. In fear of seeing his face again, I shut my eyes tight. "LoOk InTo My EyEs!" The Scarecrow demands.
I refuse and shake my head in response. Scarecrow growls at my respond before gripping my arms tighter. While doing this, his nails dug into my thin flesh, which in return, drew blood. I let out a yelp as my eyes shoot open. Instintly, my eyes dart to where his blue eyes are to only see a mirror. Instantly, I feel my pupils dilate and my mind go blank, before my personal hell began.
-Scarecrow-
I watch through the looking glass as her orange intoxicated eyes dilated to the mirror's presence. Now I had her attention and I can resume my research. Her pupils return to normal as her mind adjusted to the mirror and toxin's influence. Still in my arms, I watch as she begins to look around with curiosity, it was like the room was now foreign. "M-mom? D-dad?" She chokes out. On que to her sudden distress, she begins to struggle in my arms. I give her what she wants by setting her down.
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The Light in Darkness
FanfictionThis story about a little girl named Katrina Parkman, who is six years old and lives in an orphanage. Katrina lost her parents a year ago in a car accident. Upon waking up to a three week coma, Katrina was moved to a local orphanage called Little Tr...