After so many years the sisters are finally out of Arkham Asylum and now they must adapt to the life in Gotham.
Book 2 of the Arkham Sisters Series
OC's x Gotham
WARNING- This story may have, talk about or insinuate a lot of mature topics. Such as a...
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The streets of Gotham were dark and cold. Shivers ran through her spine. She had stayed hidden in one of the alleyways until night time, she didn't want to risk getting caught. She had a destination in mind, but it was such a long way to go. So even though her legs were killing her she kept walking, holding onto her pillowcase that carried all her belongings, as if it carried all of her energy. Then a gift from the universe presented itself, a car pulled up next to her. It was pretty beat down brown Volkswagen. There were four men inside, they looked around twenty-five or twenty-eight years, they had a gruff and wasted look.
"Hello there darling, need a ride?", one of the men slurred.
She nodded shyly. They let her in, she is seated in the middle of two of the men. One of them gives her a beer which she takes reluctantly. As they drove she could feel their eyes on her, a lot of girls would feel uncomfortable under their gaze. The way they stared at you as if you were a juicy piece of steak and they were predators, ready to eat you up.
"So, where you heading?"
"Home, I just came back from a costume party."
"We're going to a party actually, you should come along with us."
"My father is actually waiting for me."
"Come on. It'll be fun, I promise. We can take you home afterward."
"A pretty girl like you should be out, having fun. Your dad should understand that." The man next to her said as he ran his hand over her thigh.
"Please don't touch me."
"It'll feel good, I promise."
"Don't touch me."
The other man next to her grabbed her by the throat, "And what are you going to do about it, darling."
The others laughed mockingly at her. They weren't laughing for long. She pulled out a knife from her pillowcase and slit the throat of the man that held her by the throat, then the man who had touched her thigh. The two in the front freaked out, the driver stepped hard on the breaks, the other one pulled out his phone to call the police, but she killed him before he could. The driver was unlocking the door to leave, she pulled him back and put the blade by his neck.
"You're not going anywhere, sweetheart. You make any move that makes me think you're trying to leave and I will kill you. If your hand moves from the wheel, I will kill you. And if you think you can make a run for it, believe me, you won't make it far. Now, take to the Coldwell Manor."
When they got there he parked a foot away from the gates of the manor. She had gotten a good view of it, the light from the fireplace was on, there was someone, or someones, in the living room. She got on top of the driver, her knife still on his throat. He gulped and his body shook, scared.
"Shhh.", she caressed him, "Thank you, you've been very helpful."
She started kissing him. While making out with him, she slit his throat. His mouth filled with blood, her lips were stained with it. She opened the car door and jumped out. She looked at what she had done with a pleased look on her face.
