"Bruce. I need to tell you something." Jeremiah says.
I freeze in my spot and start playing with the hem of my jacket.
"Before Jerome died, he set up a last final trap for me. He sprayed me with the insanity gas." Bruce looks at Jeremiah in disbelief. He then turns away, turning his back to us.
"I can't stop seeing him, Bruce. Clawing his way out of his grave just for me, I can't seem to get it out of my head. It seems real." Jeremiah nervously looks down and bites his lip, I glance at Bruce and he looks back at me apologetically.
"What if I can show you that he is dead and buried?" Bruce asks. "How?" Jeremiah asks back.
"Jeremiah, Jerome is dead. He is dead. I can show it to you." He glances at me and I nod supportively. "I'm taking you to the cemetery. I want you to see for ourselves that Jerome is dead. He has taken from you your greatest strength , your mind and turned it into a trap. The only way you can get it back is by overcoming this fear." I nod at Bruce and place a hand over Jeremiah's chest, stroking it softly. "Bruce is right Miah.. Jerome's dead baby. You need to get out of this bunker. It's driving you crazy.. Please? Go with Bruce. Can you do that for me?" He looks at me weakly and nods. I continue. "You guys go on without me. I'll join you in a while."
Once Bruce starts walking out of the study, Jeremiah quickly hurries over to me and grabs my arm roughly, pulling me close enough to whisper in my ear. "What are you doing? You know we're going to have to blow up the bunker. Why aren't you coming?" I shrug and yank out of his rough hold over my arm. "Jeremiah, I'll follow you. I just have a little work to do. I'll be there. Don't worry."
"You better be.." He gives me a warning glare and walks out of the study, leaving me there with Jerome's diary.
I lean by the front door and watch as Jeremiah and Bruce drive away. Biting my lip, I make my way inside. I don't have much time before Jim will be here. And Ecco. I quickly make my way into the study and pull out Jerome's journal. I have to find out what Jerome mentioned about me in his diary.
Holding the journal in my hand, I slide down onto the floor next to the study and place the journal on the floor, sitting cross legged. I then start flipping the pages, my expressions changing with each page that I flip. His diary has horrendous images of torture and mentions of names, mostly Jeremiah, Bruce and Jim Gordon.
I turn the page and am immediately greeting by a rough sketch of what looks like my face. Luckily, I don't see any blood on the picture. I turn the page and frown as Jerome has written a lot of paragraphs in an ugly handwriting which is almost undecipherable. I gasp as I read through the paragraphs, with a lot of difficulty. Jerome has mentioned about wanting to wreak havoc in Gotham with me by his side. He mentioned wanting to eliminate Jeremiah and have me to himself, so he could torture me and rape the fuck out of me and keep me as a living trophy.
Angrily , I close the journal and dump it back in its place but then I come back to it, and pull it out again, sliding it into the waist of my leggings. I grab my cell phone and a set of car keys which belongs to Jeremiah's old car that he doesn't use anymore. He calls it outdated. I get into the car and turn the ignition on , pressing on the gas as I pull up on the driveway and start speeding up. I have to reach cemetery as fast as I can. I pull out my phone while parking my car outside the cemetery, dialling a number.
"Yes. What's the status? Did you break in to the GCPD yet? Okay. Good job. Get Jim to the bunker." I smirk as I disconnect the call and step out of the car. I frown as I look down at my feet and then back at the muddy terrain of the cemetery in front of me. Why did I chose to wear freaking heels to a cemetery? I slide out of my heels and lift them up in my hands as I start climbing the muddy terrain. I can already see a few silhouettes standing by Jerome's grave a little distance away.
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(My) Monster - A Jeremiah Valeska Story
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