DC's Path of Ruin: Book I

December 22nd, 2014 - Part 1

Day 6 - December 22nd, 2014 : Midnight - Around 12 AM

Joseph was now driving the van and navigating through Gotham to get to their next destination that lied on the other side of town. They were a long ways from Gotham central and were instead headed to Robinson. Grant on the other hand, rode in the back along with her so that she wouldn't be thrown around while she was unconscious as there weren't seats back there.

As he sat back there and just kinda held on to her, he felt the warmness of her. He looked back at her again, not even really sure how to feel. He just raped the woman, there was no other way to look at it. He shook his head and looked toward the front. "How long is it until we get there?" He asked, nearly shouting up there.

"10 minutes." Came the response from Joseph.

"You know, I would've appreciated if you actually helped out. Not that I needed it.." He spoke up, though not really liking the way that it sounded.

Joseph scoffed a bit. "And where are you right now?" He called back there. "Not in a Prison with Ivy. That's where. So you can keep quiet about me 'Not helping'." Joseph grumbled back annoyed.

Grant rolled his eyes, falling into silence as his father commanded. From the woman came a small groan and weakly her arm raised aimlessly into the air ahead of her to crash on the cold metal. Her fingers curled - Pamela plagued by delirium and exhaustion. She was hot, burning, and the whispers of earth were telling her terrible things...terrible things happening or happened in her home. Nightmares from the Green fog.

As she moved around, Grant slightly adjusted to where he wasn't necessarily holding her in his arms like before, but instead just let her lay on the bottom the the van while he held her arm to keep from rolling or sliding. Ivy couldn't see entirely clearly...she hadn't been this tired in...so long, she couldn't even hold the thought long enough to recall. But she was restless. Without much speed she tried sitting up, her other hand was oddly heavy but she moved the other hand to a wall...cold metal. Pamela crawled on her knees to the cold wall and pressed her body to it, she was burning like leaves in a wildfire.

But she was a mother - there were things greater than herself. The earth, the girls she promised to love and keep safe in Sanctuary. The trees and the bushes kept saying gone...gone...gone...taken...gone... Her girls... She...couldn't figure out where she was...but she'd follow the trail of sounds only her spirit's mind could hear.

"My daughters..." Ivy whimpered, holding at the side of the van, she unaware of her surroundings. "My...I need to ....gone..." She whispered, leaning her head against the van's wall.

Grant watched the nature beauty toss and turn in silence. He heard and felt kind of sorry for her. He wouldn't know what to say or do really, he just patted her head. His hand dipped into the volumes of red and flowers, feeling some petals tickle his skin.

Ivy felt pressure and looked at it suddenly. Her brows furrowed when she stared at the man, falling from her position on her knees to the side of her hip with a sloppy grace, her figure giving an artistic twist to all her motions. She stared at him as if trying to focused very intently on him.

"I need your help, my girls have been robbed from their home...I can't stop hearing that they're gone" She asked the man, why was it so hot? Why was she so tired? What use was this?

Grant turned his head away from her to look back at the wall across from him in the van. "I can't." Ivy crawled over to the man, there was only one man who would could not be forced by her ways - but he wasn't that man, that dark cloaked man.

The woman straddled his hips and grabbed at his throat, though her touch was weaker than the slaps he had felt before. She leaned against him, glaring.