Bloodshed: A Valeska twins story

In Hiding

Isabelle's POV~

My vision is still very blurry as I start to wake up. My head feels as though I have been hit in the head with a brick. I sit up and look around. I am in a room, a very nice room at that.

Then, it all hits me. The bus, guns, gasoline, screaming students, and Jerome. I am so lost in thought I don't hear the bathroom door open. "Finally, I was starting to think you would never wake up," I hear Jerome say as he runs a towel over his wet hair indicating that he must have showered. I don't reply to his comment, but I continue to stare at him with a blank stare. He sees this and rolls his eyes, "What's wrong, gorgeous?"

"What's wrong?!" I explode standing from the bed and stomping over to where he stands. "You just kidnapped me and killed all of my friends!" He holds up a hand indicating me to stop talking.

"I didn't kill your friends, Jimbo drove the bus away from the flames before they could reach the bus. Now, what else?" He asks turning and throwing the towel he was using in a hamper not really being attentive to this situation.

"Um, hello? You still kidnapped me. Why?" I ask him as he turns his attention back to me. His maniacal smile appears on his face at my question. Making me take a few steps away from him. This makes his smile grow though, taking some steps towards me. We repeat this until I fall over onto the floor, I'm clumsy, what can I say?

"Oh doll, I missed you. That is the first reason, second, we will get publicity from you being kidnapped. Third, you're mine. I told you that and I meant it. I told you at Arkham I would be seeing you very soon and I meant it." He stands over me and stares down at me slipping from a maniacal smile to one of genuine joy. "Now let's go have some fun, gorgeous, like old times!" He picks me up bridal style and sets me down on the bed again but not moving away from his position, which is centimeters from me.

I know in my heart that I should push him away and tell him to screw off and that I hate him. But I can't, he was always there for me, now I felt I needed to be there for him and I don't hate him. I give him a small smile, "What did you have in mind?"

*Two weeks later*

Jeremiah's POV~

I haven't slept in over a week now. I have the news playing day and night wondering hoping they will find her or....him.

I have been going absolutely crazy not having her here. I have been paranoid that Jerome is coming for me next so I hired a proxy, Ecco, she is my assistant and bodyguard.

I look over my plans for the generators not being able to focus. I look up at the map of Gotham and in frustration, I groan out, "Where could you have taken her, Jerome?"

Suddenly, Ecco's code is buzzed in and she enters stopping after finding me once again tugging on my hair in frustration, "Sir, are you alright?" What a dumb question.

"Do I look alright, Ecco?" I ask her in a stern voice. She simply nods her head in response before walking over and placing some papers on my generator plans.

"The company sent over some documents for you to look over and sign, they also said they need them by four o'clock today," Ecco says before grabbing my empty glass that was once filled with alcohol.

"Okay, thank you, you may go," I say shooing her off and walking over to where she had placed the papers. Although I would love nothing more than to spend my time thinking of places he could have taken her, I have to pay to keep this place in case she ever escapes. I sigh and look over the documents, reading through each line carefully before signing off on them.

I set them off to the side and look over my generator plans again, everything I have ever dreamed of started with the thought of these generators. Then, Isabelle came and changed it my dreams a tad. The only difference being her by my side. This causes me to take a deep breath and continue on with my work.

Isabelle's POV~

"Jerome, stop!" I squeal out as I run away from his dripping cold form. Yes, I poured a bucket of cold water over him when he was asleep. That's what he gets for taking a nap at two in the afternoon!

Look, I know what you're thinking...how could you forgive someone who kidnapped you and killed someone you cared about? The only answer I can come up with is, he is one of the last people I have in my life that cares about me.

"No way, gorgeous, your gonna pay for that," He says in a playful tone as he draws closer to me. Laughing his genuine laugh once he wraps his arms around my waist. Pulling me towards his cold wet form.

"Jerome, you're so cold!" I yell out while he laughs. I try to pry myself away from his grasp having no luck.

"Jerome, we need you to stop playing around and get ready. We have something important tonight and I will not have this girl ruining our plans!" We hear Theo yelling from behind us. This causes Jerome to pull away from me.

"Yeah, yeah, I'll go get ready now. C'mon, gorgeous," Jerome says rolling his eyes before grabbing my wrist gently pulling me towards our room. Once we get into the room he slams the door behind us, "God he is such a prick!" He lets go of my wrist and heads for the closet, "Doll, you'll be coming with us tonight."

This makes my happy mood diminish, "Why?" I walk over to the bed and sit down on it before closing my eyes allowing Jerome to dress in private.

"Well, firstly, publicity. Second, I want you there," Jerome says, his voice wavering telling me he is getting dressed. After a few minutes of silence I hear his voice again, much more clearly, "You can look now." I open my eyes to see him standing in front of me, smiling down at me in awe. Then his face changes as if he remembered something, making his face turn to one of annoyance, "I have to go do something before the main event tonight. I'll be back later. Stay in here and out of trouble while I am gone, please gorgeous."

I don't bother asking what he is doing because I assume it involves murder and I don't want to hear about it. I simply not my head not trusting myself to respond with words. He cups my cheek and leans down kissing my head before turning and walking out of the door.

I start to cry knowing that the sweet, innocent boy I once knew is now a cold-blooded killer. Don't get me wrong, I have loved hanging out with Jerome like we used to. But there will always be the part of him now that wants to kill people and I can't get over that part of him now. No matter how much I try.

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Hey guys!

Sorry about not writing for a while I was trying to make this chapter as good as it could be.

I also am a student and had 3 test this week and I wasn't about to fail them. Thank you for your understanding. I should be back on track now.

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~Alyssa