Emissary of Death (Gotham Fanfic)

Chapter Seven

Picture above, credicts to the Internet

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The water of the sewers rush down towards fountains where waste was lead down to. Green liquid poured down along with a body with vines around it like a cocoon. Michelle breathed heavily as she unwrapped herself from the vines. She was covered in water, her hair sticking to her face. She looked around her, realizing she was in a large sewer. She could smell poison, and she looked at her hands, seeing green veins in her arms. She looked down, seeing she was wearing a type of plant one covering her. The vines were around her neck like a type of jewel necklace.

"It seems you are scared," a kind of dark voice sounded. Michelle looked up seeing what seemed to be a type of woman in the form of leaves. She had red hair with green eyes, and big red lips. "Do not worry, I won't harm you."

"What's happening to me?" Michelle asked a little panicked. Before she remembered being taken by Andy, then she woke here. In an old rusty sewer. She could feel slight power in her system, she felt like she transitioned into something. "Who are you?"

"My name was Pamela. But you can call me Posion Ivy. Or just Ivy," the woman explained, and suddenly started to float towards a large area with fulfilled plants. It was gorgeous, the different kinds of flowers and pretty leaves hanging in a perfect way. "You have a unique power Michelle. Just like I did, test it out." Michelle was utterly confused by what Pamela was saying, but just shrugged her shoulders and held her hand out in a position like she had powers. There she saw a large vine spring from the ground and grow into a tree. She smiled to herself, knowing she had a gift inside her. "You must learn to control your power. Until then, you shall take what's yours."

The woman vanished, the leaves carrying in the wind, and revealed a type rose in the way of a chair and she walked in and sat on it. This was her new home now, and she will have a beautiful power. She felt a sudden memory cross her eyes, and looked to see how she became this way. She saw Andy push her in the container of chemicals, with Michelle feeling the vines circle around her, and put the poison inside her. She came back in reality, and felt anger to herself. She lifted her hand, and a small flower rose up and bloomed, and she imagined Andy as the rose, how she looked beautiful, and finally bloom.

"I will have my revenge. And fulfill, my power," she spoke, and made a fist with her hand, making the flower wrinkle up and turn brown, and she smirked to herself.

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Police were racing through the office again, still trying to find Andy. Gordon saw Andy that night, how hollow and lifeless she looked. But then she seemed stronger than before she was taken, then when he turned she was gone. Like she vanished out of thin air.  He sighed to himself while he helped with the rest in the office. It was like a jungle in there that evening. A sudden noise interrupted the whole department as everyone looked towards the entry way. It was surrounded, so Gordon couldn't see what they were looking at. The crowd opened, into a kind of line where Andy walked through while Gordon walked down to her.

"Andy?" Gordon said as he saw her standing there. She wore thick black jeans with a jacket to match. Her hands were in her pockets when she took them out, and they were just normal hands, no blood or nothing. "Oh my god." His arms wrapped around her in a gentle hug, and she embraced him. She sighed down his shoulder, knowing that Michelle was probably dead, but he doesn't know Andy pushed her in the waste.

"It's all my fault," Andy cried out and Gordon pushed her away. "I watched as Michelle fell in the waste. Lincoln made me push her in, he said he would've killed you and me if I didn't do it and I I'm sorry-"

"Andy don't blame yourself for this. Lincoln made you?" Andy nodded her head towards Gordon, lying in his face. Michelle may have been innocent towards Andy, but Andy knew Michelle was a backstabber. "Lincoln is far from here now Andy, you'll be safe now. I will make sure nothing like that ever happens to you again." Andy gave him a small smile a good enough smile to show she would be fine for now. The matches in her jacket pocket sat there, with one of them pulled out. What she did, was unthinkable to her. She could see Lincoln's apartment now, in flames and the ash slowly falling on the ground. "Come on, let's get out of here."

Andy agreed then followed Gordon to his car where he drove her back to where he lives. She looked to see as it was beginning to rain and it dropped on the window. She looked seeing smoke in the distance where she knew that was Lincoln's huge apartment was being burnt. Gordon probably knew, but it was just being burned so he probably didn't. It was before she realized she was following Gordon to where his apartment was and that he would be her adoptive father.

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The door was opened around the time of 10:00 where Clint stressfully turned on the lights. He threw his keys on the island and looked to see a cushion chair turned around the other side to its back. He looked to the left to see a lit cigarette in a hand.

"It's been too long dear father," a firm raspy voice spoke. The chair turned around, and Clint looked to see a familiar face staring back at him with cold dreaded eyes. Elijah took the cigarette and put it on his mouth, where he sucked in and let the smoke breath from his lips. "It's also been too long since I've had one of these. Damn it's an experience."

"What the hell are you doing here Lincoln?" Lincoln sat up from his chair, and put his cigarette in the trash nearby him.

"My name is no longer, Lincoln. It's Elijah Connors. And you know why I'm here," Clint stared him down while Elijah walked slowly up to him. "I've heard some things, you moved on? Got a new wife and son? Seems desperate of you-"

Clint went to punch him but Lincoln grabbed his arm and twisted it. Clint landed on the ground hitting a case making it shatter while Elijah looked down at him with a smirk and chuckle on his face.

"You did me some good training there father," Elijah walked up to him where Clint got himself up again. "I only came for one thing, and that is, where is your other son?"

"I'm not gonna tell you anything," Elijah put his head to the side like a confused dog, then went over to find a knife, ready to stab his hand. Clint immediately stopped him, and Elijah listened. "Fine. He's here, in New York City. He has...a woman with him I don't know her name but he has a woman."

"That's all I needed to know," Elijah took Clint's arm and made it crack, while Clint yelled in pain. Elijah ignored him and walked out on his own, leaving his father on the ground in pain.

Elijah walked to where he once was but escaped. Through the asylum where a certain friend of his was, and had a badge from which he took from someone. The door opened beeped with a green light flashing and Elijah walked in with his hood on. There he saw brown hair messed up in knots and all, and the victim was wearing an orange jump suit. Elijah knew it was instantly him.

"So, looks like orange is definitely not the new black?" Harry chuckled to him, then turned his chair around, facing Elijah through the glass which kept Harry from escaping. A simple white scar appeared on Harry's cheek, along with an eye patch on his left eye. "The hell happened to you?"

"Just a simple bombing," Harry spoke out, and lifted the eye patch revealing his whole eyeball was white. He was blinded. "Got what I needed anyway, besides I'm not killed?" Elijah chuckled with Harry at the little joke he made then the laugh stopped.

"I was wondering, do you know a simple girl?" Harry's eyebrows flared up like a raccoon, knowing what Elijah was talking about. "She recently has been going out with a certain young man named, Logan Brooks."

"Logan? You mean your son of a bitch brother?" Elijah nodded in reply.

"I want revenge on him. And in order for that to work I have to take the one he loves most," Elijah continued, and Harry was nodding his head with a small smirk on his face. "Of course my father didn't tell me who she is, but I have a feeling you know."

"I actually do. She came here last week to pay me a small visit," Harry explained, and dug some out from his pocket, revealing a picture of who she was. Elijah examined the girl in the photo. She had light red hair with glowing blue eyes and a faint smile showing perfect white teeth. She was pretty, he had to be honest she was good looking, but on the other hand seemed recognizable to him. "Her name is Mary Jane Watson. She once loved me, till she betrayed me for leaving me behind. I'll have to be honest, she was a hardcore bitch who only cared about herself."

"Sounds like she's terrific," Harry slid the picture of Mary Jane under a small opening of the glass. Elijah bent down and took it in his firm hands. He folded it up and put it in his pocket. "But don't worry, I'm gonna take good care of her."