Little Riddle (Riddler story) [discontinued]

I.

Annie's POV

I hurried outside after a rush fight with my drunk dad. My hand was cut and I had cuts and bruises all over my body. That's not the first time he does this. I was a little shocked and hid into a dark corner of a street. Big mistake for me to do in city like Gotham. Soon two men came in front of me. Thay held a gun. Then, when I thought was the worst part, a third man appeared behind me. I was so lost.

Then, something strange happened. The man behind me killed the man in front. I wasn't sure how because I closed my eyes waiting for the end. And it didn't came. I turned to thank the man but he was gone. At first, I thought it was Batman but he wasn't probably paying that much attention to this 'little' crimes.

I turned my back on the alley and head home. Once I was there I saw my dad laying on the couch deadly drunk. He was sleeping.

"Hurry!" I heard my mum whisper to me.

She had packed a few bags and she was running outside waiting me to follow. I followed but I knew that won't end up very well. We went outside and my mum stopped one taxi. We got in but soon heard a roaring sound from behind. He was following us... again.

"Where are we going?" I asked my mum while she was staring at the window. Her face was pale and her eyes were holding the same old look, empty look. "Mum?" Was she alright?!

"Annie, we're getting out. He can't follow us all the way around in circles. I'm getting out and once we are out I want you to hurry and hide somewhere." I didn't ask questions. The plan was clear to me. She would sacrifice herself for both of us. No, no, no. I can't let this happen. I should save her.

The taxi stopped. I looked at my mum and she nodded without saying a word. We got out soon to see an agry man outside a car waiting for us.

"Go!" Mum whispered as I ran towards a big building and throught another dark alley. I was nineteen years old so I went into one bar. There I saw a lot of men playing poker, shouting and drinking. They all quitened up a little bit after I entered. There hasn't enter a single girl here in a long time. I sat on the bar and ordered a drink. I wanted something with a little more alcohol.so I decided on one called 'The Riddler'. I was falling apart. In this bar. After five minutes my drink came and I drank it at once.

I hesitated before going out. Where should I go now? I decided to go home. It was the only place I could go. I hurried throught the streets but soon enought one boy started following me. I wasn't scared at all. He was trying to push me into one dark alley. He was wearing a quiver and a crossbow. Awkward outfit for every day! I punched him in the face and used his disorantation to get the crossbow. It had only one arrow in it.

"Don't hurt me!" The boy trued to please me.

"How could you think I'd do something like that." I smiled at him devishly and pointed the weapon at him. His whole body started shaking.

"I'm innocent... don't hurt me-"

"Innocent? And you dare saying that?" Adrenaline filled my whole body. I was angry. About my dad, my mum. She was dead and I couldn't do anything. Actually, I can. BAM! I shot the so called 'inoccent' guy and blood started coming from his chest. I didn't actually do it because of the alcohol. I wasn't dizzy or drunk. I was myself every second. I ran home keeping the crossbow and arrows with me just in case I need them.

I barged into the room to see the worst thing of all I could imagine. My dad and my mum sitting happy together on the dinner table talking. My mum wasn't dead. She wasn't?! What is that supposed to mean?! He didn't hurt her. Not a single cut or bruise was seen on her face or body.

"Mum?" I almost fell down on my knees. Not from happiness though. "This means..." I ran out of the room.

It wasn't the first time to happen to me. They weren't my family, not the real one. My parents had left me years ago when I was ten and they kept me in that place where they kept every kid without family. I was hated everywhere just because I was too timid. This was my fifth family and I had hope for it. No, I'm not that girl anymore. I kicked the door open and got the crossbow in my hands.

"What happened, mummy? You chocked?" I said angrily.

"Annie, calm down-" She started.

"Don't move or I'll swear you'll meet the sharp end of the arrow." I put my hands on the trigger and my mum went back to her seat. "I think I'll have a little talk with you too, daddy." I turned to see my dad's face pale. He was scared. For once I was the scary, not him. "We changed roles, huh?" I noticed all that time I was smiling.

"We're innocent. Don't-" I cut him off.

"You chose the wrong word." Then I shot him right in the head. My mum screamed. "You'll share his destiny!" Then, I turned to 'mum' and shot her too.

I went to my room and packed a few bags. The cops were going to come here soon and that wouldn't be pretty.