Silent Whispers

I Said Enough

For the past hour Isabelle and Aaron have been sitting around a TV, watching the news broadcast the Gotham charity benefit. Jerome was being Jerome, never leaving the audience bored. His close up magic made Isabelle smile, his knife work on the deputy mayor made her giddy, she knew he was thinking of her the way he smiled at the table lined with knives.

Jerome now had the young Bruce Wayne in his grasp with a knife to his neck, while he had many guns aimed at him. Isabelle wasn't worried in the slightest. Jerome always had control over every situation he was in, he always had a clever way out.

"I said enough" Galavan's voice echoed. The crowd went silent and Jerome slowly releases Bruce and turns to face him with a confused expression. In a quick motion Galavan pulls out a tiny dagger and plunges it into Jerome's neck. There were gasps from every person in the room. Bruce ran into Alfreds arms.

This wasn't supposed to happen. This wasn't the plan. He was supposed to act brave and heroic, but Jerome and Barbra would last minute escape through the magic box thing. At first Isabelle thought maybe this was a change in plan to make it more convincing, but the genuine shock and confusion of Jerome said otherwise. Galavan just stabbed Jerome in the neck. He was gonna die. Shit he's dying.

Isabelle sat staring at the screen and watched helplessly as Galavan's mouth moved, his words to quiet for the news cameras to pick up. He began to lay Jerome on his back. Theo continued to mumble words only Jerome could hear as blood spilled from Jerome's mouth. A smile grew on Jerome's face. He mumbled something back. And then he died with that smile still plastered on his face. Of course Jerome Valeska died smiling. Galavan sighed and slowly removed the dagger.

Isabella snapped out of the sort of trance shock. She stood from the leather couch and threw the small coffee table in front of her at the TV with a furious scream. The screen smashed at the impact and burst with electricity. She breathed heavily and clenched her fists tight enough for her nails to draw blood from the palm of her hand.

"Hey, I was watching that!" Aaron complained and stood from the coach.

Isabelle turned to him towering over her. He didn't intimate her, she was too angry. "So?" she said though grinding teeth and pulled out a knife.

"You broke the TV-" Isabelle swiftly slashed his throat. He fell to the ground gagging on his own blood.

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She couldn't hear the screams of Galavan's men as they died by the hands of her blade, or the bullets they shot her, missing every time. But it felt good to see their blood coat the floor and walls in bright red. She kept her promise, Jerome wouldn't be back, and she was losing her mind.

She wasn't thinking straight. Or at all, she couldn't tell. She just repeated whatever the voice said, mixing up the whispers with her own thoughts. The painful argument she had with herself caused her to lean against the wall with her free hand and hold her head with the one holding the bloody knife, getting blood on her face. "I'm going to kill Galavan. No I can't or I'll get caught and thrown back into Arkham. No he deserves to DIE!" She argued with herself.

A sudden sharp pain in her shoulder sent a wave of pain through her left arm. She yelped in pain and fell to her knees. Isabelle heard a gunshot from behind her and the man fell face first.

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Barbra arrived at the penthouse with one of Galavan's men running out the door. He was holding his eye as blood dripped through his closed fingers. He fell in front of Barbra screaming.

"What the hell happened to you?" Barbra asked, stepping over him.

"She cut out my eye! The crazy bitch took my eye!" he screamed.