Penguin's Bird ~ A Gotham Fanfic

Chapter Thirty Five: Slow dying flower

Chapter Thirty Five: Slow dying flower

DACEY'S POV:

"This is the thing Penguin, when you mess with the people I love, I get really really mad." I say with my revolver in hand. He stares at my weapon and gulps slowly. I look at it and analyse it's curves. My initials were engraved into the gun and a single black rose fish was carved into the side. 

"Do you like it? It's sleek and fast. I chose the revolver because it has a more of a... sexier impact when killing people... don't you think?" I ask him. He stares at me, sadness in his eyes. His hair is disheveled and out of place and Butch is standing well crouching watching us both from afar. He has tears in his eyes. I have nothing, no emotion but the want and need to kill. The need to kill the man in front of me. The man who murdered my mother... 

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Forty-Eight hours earlier:

Tyler looks at me shocked and scared. I smile and then lean down and whisper into his ear. 

"You're so so lucky that you are living. If it wasn't for Wesker here, you would be dead." I tell him and nod my head. He looks at me as if I am some sort of monster. I smile and then step away. Ricky looks at me and raises his brow. 

"Was there any need to scare the man to death?" He questions. I shrug my shoulders and nod my head. I walk away from them both and head towards the main door. 

"He's lucky he will still be breathing. Brendan will kill him if I don't." I shout as I leave the hospital. 

I walk out into Gotham's streets as I find myself walking back to my apartment. I open my door and get inside. I sigh and throw my keys on my coffee table. I need to change. I go into my room and take a shower. Once I am out, I change into some black skinny jeans, a black tank top, my leather black jacket and my leather boots. Let's say I'm just wearing all black. 

I find my phone in my apartment and place it into my back pocket. I then go into one of my locked draws and take out a small wooden box. I unlock the box and pull out my prized weapon. It was custom made by an old friend of mine. My revolver. My friend. I place it in my holster on my jeans and walk straight out my apartment and head to the GCPD.

BRENDAN'S POV:

I hear a couple of gun shots and smile thinking that my men had come for me. Everyone thinks that my beloved Dacey is dead. Even her lover Penguin thinks she is dead. But that was my plan. I injected her with some blow fish poison of my own creation but with some other chemicals making my girl much more darker and powerful. When she wakes up she will have the ability to kill people with one touch. I smile whilst thinking if how happy she is going to be when she sees me. I gave her power and I can offer her so much more. All I have to do is get out of here and find her.

More shots are heard and then it goes silent. The door to my cell opens and I see a person in full black staring at me. A black masquerade mask covers the top half of their face. I know this is not one of my men. I see the single blue to violet strand of hair falling in front of the mask and smirk. I know exactly who this is. 

"Have you come to kill me my love?" I ask her. She takes a few steps forward and reaches into her belt and pulls out a revolver. I instantly recognize the weapon. 

"So you have come to kill me." I state. I look straight into her green eyes. She walks forward and aims the weapon at my head. I just stare at her and chuckle. I look at her and grin. She keeps taking steps towards me getting closer and closer.

"You really want to kill me? The man who loved you, the man who protected you? The man who gave you a purpose in life?" I say. She doesn't say anything for a moment and thinks for a few seconds.