The White Knight // Batman

Chapter Twenty

"We got her blood results back," Batman said. I know that I am back at the Bat Cave. I smelt the same smell, felt the cold but was wrapped in warmth. I was tired though, way to tired to open my eyes. They were talking anyways, might as well ease drop to hear what they have to say. I hope it was something good. I needed answers.

"What are they?" Asked a voice, his sidekick probably, again, his voice was dissrupted. They knew something, maybe, either that or they just stayed like this while they were in their hideout just in case something were to happen but that didn't really make sense. Batman was the more secretive person, the most...keen hero I had ever met. He didn't need to worry about bad men coming to his hideout.

"She is a rare breed of alien. They haven't been to earth in decades. They live on fear and their masters control them until they learn how to become one with their body. When they do, they can become very powerful." Batman said.

"Sounds intence."

"She's fighting though, trying to. I've seen it."

"It doesn't make sense though. I have seen her before, when her sister was hurting her, she never got angry."

"She was in her safe zone," Batman comments, "She was home and safe. Now that she is out, the sins of Gotham had gotten to her."

There was silence for a while.

"Is there anything we can do?" The voice asked.

"All we can do is shelter her and teach her to use her powers for good. And pray to God to make sure she stays with Him." There was more silence. I laid there thinking about everything they had just told me about myself. I was in fact alien and I had this choice to make. What if I wanted to be good? What would come of it? Would my family dissown me? Would they come back to haunt me? That could be it, very much be it. It was giving me a headache though, just laying here.

"Do you like her?" The voice asked Batman. My heart flipped and of course made a weird noise on the machine. This made them silent. I swore mentally to myself. Dang hormons, I could of firued out if Batman liked me the way I liked him.

"Let's not talk about this," Batman comments, "We need to give her food and water so when she is awake she can eat." After that, nothing much was said. They were leaving and left me down here alone. I was scared to be down here because I knew that my father was going to be coming and seeing me. He did too. He came to me out of no where and slammed his hand down on my bed.

"This is not the plan!" His dark being commented, "You are supposed to kill him! He needs to die!"

"What did he do?" I asked, but it wasn't from my voice, it was from my inner being. It felt like I had two people in here. It was weird.

"He is going to make you good. He is going to kill the cancer you have in you!"

"Cancer?" I asked in alarm. Am I talking to him through my head?

"Metephorical honey. You see, humans have spirits, our well being can easially attatch to the human body but its the soul we really want. The fear in others, it powers us and makes the human soul weaker. You are carrying a dark being inside of you. Your huamn body, when in time, will deteriate."

It reminded me of Alien or of Jesus when He talked about sin. There was sin in the world of course but when it came into us, it tried to knock us out. Like anger. Anger could come in levels. First it isn't bad, you get mad at someone for taking something that was yours. Mix it with alcohol and drugs, it becomes worse. Than that anger turns into rage. You do things you wish you hadn't. Then, bam, you kill someone. I can see it and I wish it never happened. But when anger enters you, it grows like cancer.

Is that what I am? Anger?

"I need to go. I'll see you later baby girl," I felt a soft kiss on my forehead and my father was gone. When I opened my eyes, it felt like a never ending nightmare. I was never going to be myself again, I was going to be concumed and there wasn't going to be any light left inside of me.