A Psycopath's Doll

War

  It was agony for the bullet to be pushed out of your body. You could hear screaming and gunshots from outside, and you only hoped Oswald was okay. You grunted as the bullet pushed its way to the surface, then screamed as you ripped it out. You wrapped a bandage around your waist before standing up. How would you get the handcuffs off? There was no way you were cutting off your hand. You looked around and found some type of saw, probably meant for emergency fractures in skull, but it would do. You reached as far as you could, but couldn’t reach it. You weren’t going to give up. You started shaking the ambulance by rocking back and forth against the walls. Finally the saw rolled to you and you picked it up, turning it on and beginning to saw the metal on the cuffs. It didn’t work. You threw the saw in anger, knocking your gun off the shelf. You grinned, picking it up and shooting through the cuffs. Quickly limping out of the ambulance, you were bombarded by corpses riddling the floor. You looked around and realized Oswald, Gordon, Bullock, Falcone, Butch, and Fish were all gone.

  “Shit..” You cursed, looking around. Two gunshots went off on the roof, catching your attention immediately. You raced to the steps and climbed them as fast as you could. When you reached the roof you were almost fully healed, your limp gone. You began running through the night, the only illuminant was the full moon overhead. As you ran closer you heard yelling then a scream. You stopped when you heard a splash, walking cautiously to the scene. Oswald climbed onto the edge of the roof, laughing.

  “I'm king of Gotham!” He screamed. You rushed to him.

  “What the fuck are you doing?” You yelled.

   “I'M THE KING OF GOTHAM!” He repeated. You realized what he'd done. All the threats were eliminated. He was the only boss left. He was the king.