The Light in Darkness

Chapter 14: Unveiling the Truth

-Katrina-

Like the flick of a light switch, my orange eyes reopen to reveal myself back in Scarecrow's lab and no longer next to my old, burning SUV. As I looked around the wavy, orange room, I could see that I was freed of my restraints and Scarecrow was no longer sitting next to me. "Where did he go?" I thought as I weakly sat back up.

My thoughts are quickly answered when my intoxicated eyes dart over to Scarecrow's desk at the sound of a pen dropping and spot him sitting there as he grabbed another pen to write more notes down in my file. At the sight of the sinister Scarecrow, my head starts to throb again as images of the man who had saved me from my demise danced across my mind. I let out a groan of pain and look away from him as I brought my hands to my head. My sudden moment alerts the unsuspecting Scarecrow and he quickly turns his attention away from my file. "You're awake! How are you feeling?" Scarecrow asks as he got up from his desk. As he got closer, the pain within my brain intensifies as well do the images of my hero. I grip my head tighter in response to the images and let tears of pain start to flow back down my face.

Scarecrow quickly sees my sudden distress and seems to become worried. "Katrina, are you alright? What's wrong?" Scarecrow asks worried as he crouched down in front of my tortured form. "H-head h-hurts." I hesitantly reply in agony. "Is because of your memories?" Scarecrow asks. I shake my head and hesitate before replying, "M-man, w-who s-saved me, w-won't l-leave." Scarecrow gives me a confused look to my answer before placing a hand of my shoulder in a concerning manner. "What do you mean?" Scarecrow asks worried. His touch on my shoulder intensifies my visions of the man and I wince in pain to them. Scarecrow quickly retracts his hand to my wince and his concern grows stronger.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to hurt you. Just, please tell me what is wrong so I can help you." Scarecrow asks as he hesitantly pried my hands away from my throbbing head. My lips quiver as I cried in pain to his touch, he just didn't understand that his touch was just worsening my headache. "S-stop, y-your p-presence is m-making it w-worse." I whimper. Scarecrow continues to hold my hands away from my face and looks at me with pure confusion. "Katrina, you're making no sense. You've conquered my toxin, my presence shouldn't even be effecting you." Scarecrow replies puzzled. I let out a silent sob at his statement, he was correct yet so wrong at the same time at what I was experiencing. I open my mouth to explain further about my current situation, but the Scarecrow cuts me off before I can even speak. "But, just in case if I am wrong, I have the antidote here for you." Scarecrow sighs as he pulls out another syringe from his cloak's side pocket.

This syringe was filled with a blue liquid and the dose seem to be in a smaller amount. I hesitantly allow Scarecrow to inject one of my arms and I grit my teeth as the needle slipped into one of my veins. Sure I trust Scarecrow, but after my last injection with fear toxin, I just hate getting injections from him. Once the syringe was empty, Scarecrow carefully extracts the needle from my arm and walks back over to his desk to set the used syringe down. "You should experience a bit of a stronger headache if the toxin was in fact still active in your bloodstream, otherwise you should be fine." Scarecrow explains as he grabbed a glass of water and two red pills from his desk. "Here, this should help with your headache." Scarecrow says as he approached me again with the strange pills in hand.

His words seem to slur to me as the antidote slowly kicked into my system. It was like the whole world around me was slowing down to the chemical's influence against the toxin. It wasn't until I felt him nudge me, that I realized he was talking to me. I quickly shake myself out of the weird trance and focus my eyes to look back up at Scarecrow. Once my blue eyes met up to his own, they quickly widen as I come to realize that I wasn't looking at Scarecrow, but the man who saved me. "Katrina? What's wrong?" The man asks in Scarecrow's voice. Confused, I quickly rub my eyes and try to refocus them as I tried to figure out what the heck was going on. "S-scarecrow? I-I hear you, b-but I d-don't exactly see y-you." I stutter in worry as I stared up in fear at the familiar man. "What do you mean? What are you exactly seeing?" The man asks confused in Scarecrow's voice.