Chapter Two..again
In which Sarah finally gets her wish…
ok, the chapter was getting really long, so here's Two..again.
...I'm not starting another chapter for this.
Getting home couldn't be more of a priority.
I raced so quickly, I almost got ran over by vehicles as I cut across roads and sidewalks until I made it to my street. I felt eyes on me like nobody's business. Something following me, chasing after me on the way home. And no matter how fast I went, it was there. Until I came near my house and I dashed to the door, unlocking it, turning the knob, and flying inside, immediately slamming the door closed.
It now felt okay to breathe.
It's silly, but I think that we all get this strange notion that once we're in our homes, we're in the safety zone and nothing can touch us. Like so, I locked the door and peeked out one of the window's curtains. No one there..I didn't feel watched anymore, but still, I felt a natural paranoia that I suppose was reasonable. Something was taking place. And it somehow had found itself involving me.
I now was a bit reluctant to call Corner and Smit idiots. This was no doubt because of them.
They had to be the ones following me and they must have done something to Spencer after all.
But what can I do? There's no mistaking what I am. I AM an idiot. I'm nothing special at all.
Why would the two feel threatened by me? Where did I fit into all this?
These are the types of things I told my blog when I returned to my room and got on the computer.
Things I was currently reading over and trying to put together like some sort've detective.
Things that were thankfully saved as a draft, before my entire computer screen abruptly started glitching and distorting and the system went on the fritz. It gave me code gibberish and fancy symbols and my mind ran with a hundred questions right before the screen went black and the entire system shut off. I started to back away in my chair, hands lifting from the keyboard, eyes widening in stunned horror. What the actual hack.
hack, hACK, HACK!
That was it! They hacked me! This was a hack!
"I WILL NOT ADMIT DEFEAT" I yelled as I turned everything back on.
It thankfully booted up like normal, but what even.
As soon as it was finished rebooting, I immediately ran the virus scanner.
But alas, after half an hour of me watching, it turned up with nothing. I sagged.
This seemed to be developing into the beginning of an X-Files episode.
It could easily be considered a freak occurrence and nothing more..until I posted my post and went on my blog and spotted something that didn't belong on my chat.
Cue panicking and heart attacks.
may 2, 9:30 am - Hello, Character Queen
may 2, 9:30 am - It's a pleasure to finally make your acquaintance
may 2, 9:30 am - I'm sure you're wondering as to who I am
may 2, 9:31 am - That will become clear soon enough
what the heckin heck heck, but wait, it gets better
may 2, 10:45 am - are you on yet?
may 2, 10:49 am - mm, I see you're no longer home
may 2, 10:50 am - hold on, we can fix that
may 2, 11:02 am - ah yes, found you. enjoy the icecream
may 2, 11:05 am - don't trust the young man at the table
may 2, 11:15 am - I know where he's gone, not telling though
may 2, 11:26 am - pity about spencer. don't fret. I'm sure he's being taken care of,
wherever they took him.
may 2, 12:12 pm - you run rather fast
may 2, 12:14 pm - good lord, you're a rabbit
may 2, 12:25 pm - ah, good, you're home
and this is the message right before my computer went cray-cray.
may 2, 1:10 pm - come out to play
No words. I have no words.
The obvious conclusion to the average person would be that this is the work of an obsessed stalker.
To me? Well..something more was cooking. Something deeper.
One, because I'm a freaking potato and potatoes don't get stalkers.
I'm not important enough, not alluring enough, not famous enough, to have a stalker.
Two, he addressed me as the Character Queen, what even.
I next went to the chat box's origin website and was able to check the IP address of the chat messages. His was unidentifiable. jkdjedjeldjed
WHAT was going on?!
The thought did cross my mind initially that this was Corner and Smit's doing, but admittedly, after this, it just seemed too bizarre to be their doing. They seemed to be more of the types to abduct you and question you to see what you know, then give you some kind've forget-serum and release you back into the wild or something rather than play creepy stalker games.
So, my second guess was aliens. And my third low-key guess was Slender Man..
although it's still debatable whether he's an alien or not.
And fourth guess was an obsessive secret fanclub...yeah, I dunno.
What I do know is that I was shook.
Cuz the next thing I discovered as I paced past my writing desk was that a message was typed on my typewriter paper that I did not type and like, "room looks lovely"
The next action I took is one that all mature adults inevitably take in a time of crisis.
I ran to my bed and buried under my covers.
You done been tricked, I am not a mature adult and I refuse to be stalked and killed as if I am one.
I wasn't even 19 yet and already the world was out to get me, send help.
This resulted in me enjoying my life while I still could, which was stay partially hidden under the covers with just one's head poking out, watching the Dark Knight trilogy and eating Oreo icecream with more Oreos, gulping down three bottles of Pepsi, and quietly playing Paper Mario music in the background. Why must things be this way.
This is what all people who've received death threats should do. I couldn't handle life atm, at the risk of being murdered and all. Get back to me at a later time.
But eventually, when my eyes kept gravitating to my laptop, and I low-key kept wishing that my favorite villains were here, they'd smoke the idiot trying to mess with me, and I'd sit back laughing triumphantly like a mob boss, I finally decided that this was silly. Why was I panicking.
I was being threatened! This was epic.
You only live once, or so they say. Kill or be killed! It was him or me!
And I suddenly threw off the covers and marched across the room to my computer to do just about the dumbest thing I've ever done in my 'mature' life. I challenged the fool.
may 2, 11:59 pm - Due to the high chance we'll already be crossing paths,
and I like to take the first move in my relationships,
my suspicious alarmingly anonymous friend..
may 2, 11:59 pm - Why don't we have a civilized convo at, say, Pizza Hut?
may 2, 11:59 - I'm hungry. And it sounds fun. What better way to spend my birthday? Whatta ya say, somebody-I-don't-know?
I didn't even have to wait a second to get this in return-
may 3, 12:00 am - SEE YOU SOON
~ ~ ~
Well happy birthday to me.
Literally, it was my birthday now. And here I was, sitting down at Pizza Hut, in a booth surrounded by peopleto witness my murder as the psycho killed me for sick reasons unknown and would testify against the fiend and justice would be served for Sarah Demens and hey they would actually serve as great human shields that were happy.
I sat there awhile. He wasn't exactly 'late' since I didn't give him a specific time.
I just said to be there. Well, he wasn't there yet. I kept glancing at the Beetle sitting outside the restaurant and bit my already bitten lip. Nasty habit, as it often causes it to bleed.
It can go along with my other bad habits, such as biting the side of my nails or flicking my tight wrists cuz writer problems. Least I don't chew my hair anymore, cuz THAT was weird. Taco, taco, I know.
My eyes rolled to the light hanging above me, surrounded by a dark red lampshade.
Impatiently, I tapped my nails against the table's surface and blew out a sigh, as I slid down my seat.
Waitta take a millennia, pal.
I felt myself aging two more years. Not the best way to spend your first moments as a 19 year old.
Still..it got my mind to wander and cause me to think. My bright eyes gravitated away to watch the people around me. They were so normal..so pleased with their lives.
Only searching for a job or house or what to buy at a grocery store. Never for adventure.
Why am I so different from them? I wondered. Why can't I think like that?
Would certainly save me the trouble. They were content with the way things were...if only.
Then it happened. My thoughts were interrupted by someone approaching from behind, coming up to the side, and seating across from me with alarming ease and silence like a ninja and my head moved to them, trying to come back to reality, as my eyes widened. You was the only thought in my head.
It was the mysterious Dairy Queen boy, who immediately locked his eyes on me, like a predator focusing on his prey. This time, things were different. "Run."
Hearing that half-brought me back to reality and I started to look at him with stunned realization.
".......wait..........what?" "RUN" He repeated more forcefully, nudging his head a little forward.
I gently jerked my head back, my mouth hanging open, my eyes narrowed. "What are you--"
"Look, we don't have a lot of time-" He spoke in a deep, youthful American voice that was pleasant and maybe a little bit quiet, but his emotion was very clear. I knew he was being sincere.
"We?" "Just please, listen to me. Get out of here, they're coming."
"Who the heck are you?!" I exclaimed, frustratedly.
"It doesn't matter who I am. PLEASE, Sarah, just go! Now!"
I sat perfectly still, staring at him and trying to figure if I should trust him or not.
What if he was leading me into a trap? It was difficult to break from his gaze, though.
His mesmerizing gaze that took control of me, just by taking one single look into his glistening emerald green eyes that didn't even look natural. This boy, his good looks were too much.
Even so...orders were orders. Fear...legitimate fear was on his face. I couldn't overlook it.
My eyes fluttered to the table and I closed them for but a moment before finally giving him one last glance and grabbing my backpack from next to me. There, I took off. He stared after me, from what I saw reflecting off the glass door ahead. I took another glance at him as I pushed through the door, and our eyes met for but a brief moment, and the door closed behind me as I looked back.
I rushed outside, pulling out my key lanyard and skidded infront of my car, the parking lot darkened and quiet, everyone inside the building distracted by their own business, no soul in sight wandering around me. So, there was no warning given to me as I inserted my key into the keyhole and jiggled it around, and I heard a slight shuffle behind me and then, crack.
My body froze up......and tensed.....and went numb.
I dropped my keys..a cold searing pain engulfed at the center of my skull and eventually started to spread all throughout in the most unpleasant sensation I'd ever experienced at the time.
And gradually...it made me start to lose consciousness...my breathing slowed, my heart slowed, and my eyes soon rolled back into my skull as I started to collapse backwards, with the grand finale of me weightlessly falling back into someone's arms. Until..well...everything went black.
- - - - - -
Interesting. I had no idea what just happened to me, and to be honest, I didn't want to know.
But this entire night was turning out to be quite the party. Sure, I was probably being tortured, no big deal. Maybe I'd wake up to being cut into 4 pieces. Or maybe I was dead, I dunno.
We'd get to that in good time, I was sure.
All I remembered was experiencing the oddest visions. Flashes of characters and I don't even know what else, but like, it was all cray-cray. And in the distance somewhere, I heard arguing.
I don't know who or what or why or anything, it was all a crazy fast-paced blur, like when you're sick and have a fever, all kinds of junk can happen. Every one of my senses was on high alert.
I was mentally screaming. I do remember going in and out of consciousness and feeling around, groaning, trying to decide if I was in my bed or someone's dingy basement. Maybe a torture chamber.
When I made a sound, the arguing I'd been hearing stopped. I kept making sounds as I swayed my head back and forth, my face pained, eyes still tightly closed. I detected light above me, so it hurt whenever I tried to look up. My heart rate felt like it was going excruciatingly high, and I honestly felt like I was gonna upchuck. That's when I felt someone come near me and sit down. And suddenly, a cold, wet cloth was placed over my forehead. My whole body cringed.
More noises were made that went in and out at first until I could clearly hear a conversation.
"What's the verdict?" "has she died yet?" "She's coming in and out of consciousness, give her time."
"how hard did you HIT her?" "hard enough." "idiots...I told you to wait for me." "you were too slow."
"She sure is attractive...." "YOU keep away." "how old is she?" "young." "maybe 12?"
"12 year olds aren't attractive." "She's old enough." "She needs to wake up already."
"Silence. Give her time." "We don't HAVE time.."
these...voices...sounded....so....familiar...
how???????
It was irritating me, so I turned on my side.
I breathed with difficulty with a drop in temperature causing me to shake.
"She better not die on us.."
die on us
die on
die
those words echoed in my head as I fell back to unconsciousness..I was a hot mess.
I am going to call the police.
..As soon as I get better.
I've gotta wake up..gotta wake up...
Please wake up..
........I did.
With a jolt, my eyes popped open. I had rolled back on my back.
I was breathing, thinking, feeling...intact.
I was alive. I think..and awake, at last. I could feel, so I wiggled my fingers..
all 10 of them still there.
With the same hand, I dabbed my face. Still had a face..dopey nose..huge eyes..mouth..dumb eyebrows..tugged on my ponytail..hair! Still had silly pointless hair!
I heard quiet again..and I felt..watched.
Above me was a bright light, which made me shield my eyes with my same hand.
I got tired of laying down so I stressfully rubbed my face and sat up within two seconds, confusion turning to anger. "Okay.." I sighed, aggressively. "Whoever did that to me, I know you're there. Just forewarning you, pal, I'm gonna put chya in a headlock and make ya feel freaking excruciating pain."
Out from a distance, my dizzy ears heard the distant sound of footsteps come close.
They were loud and they were powerful. They were walking on metal, as well.
"That won't be necessary, Miss Demens."
My heart stopped.
Everything stopped.
I slowly removed my hands as I slowly opened my eyes and slowly widened them.
My mouth hung as I looked ahead of me..then turned my gaze upward and help,
I was having an asthma attack.
MY EYES, MY BRAIN, MY HEART, MY ORGANS, MY LUNGS, ALL THE CRUCIAL PARTS,
I WAS HAVING A BODY ATTACK, I COULDN'T BREATHE, MY OXYGEN WAS GONE,
SCREAMING INTERNALLY
I was almost holding my breath as my whole face widened and I started rising, reaching for something to grab onto. Which I did not succeed in doing so, so I just fell back and started having a legitimate breathing attack. Or panic attack. Whichever suits what I was seeing.
"y-you--you---y-you're---yoU'RREEE"
Call the doctor.
Sarah Demens was dead.
At once, the most unearthly sound escaped my pie-hole, which I just as soon stifled, and wheezed through my hand as I screamed into my tightened fingers.
HSHIOEFHIO'HEWHRHF34WHDHSKFN,BVDFBRDHLLNDF
HOW DO WORDS
HOW DO EXPLAIN
HOW DO ANYTHING
Bane. It was Bane.
It was bloody Bane.
From Batman.
From The Dark Knight.
From the Dark Knight Rises.
Nolan Bane.
Dead Bane.
Fiction Bane.
Bane who isn't real.
Bane who can't be real.
Bane who now is real.
A fictional character.
A made up character.
A character who was not permitted to exist.
Who was standing right before my eyes.
That was it.
I had lost it.
I had lost all my sanity.
The time had come.
I was hallucinating.
I had believed it all that time and now, reality is irrelevant.
I am officially bonkers.
Hello, straight jacket and tuna.
The person I saw before me..the very real hallucination..was staring with intent dark eyes..towering over me..fists curled at his sides..breathing like Darth Vader through his...mouth mask.
My eyes were wild, feeling bloodshot and dry..and my gaping mouth hung and became dry as well, and I was unable to speak. I just couldn't speak. Pretty sure I looked like a crazed homeless drug addict at the moment. I don't do drugs, for the record. Don't do drugs, kids, drugs are so bad.
I blinked a few times, to see if he would go away. But he didn't.
yeah.......send help.
Unless he was a cosplayer or the legit Tom Hardy dressed in costume for some reason, I dunno what to tell ya. He started to slowly advance toward me with just a few calm, steady steps.
"Do you know where you are?"
"NO!" I screamed, throwing a finger at him as I started to back away.
"NO, NO, NO! DON'T! DON'T YOU DARE! DO NOT COME ANY CLOSER!"
Cue panicky Sarah. "THIS IS NOT REAL, I AM DREAMING, OR HALLUCINATING, OR I DON'T KNOW, JUST STAY AWAY, DON'T YOU TOUCH ME, YOU'RE NOT REAL."
I was delusional. Stumbling forward, away from him, moving hard left until I stopped and looked all around with even wilder eyes, my vision began to clear.
I realized in a blur of realization, finally, where I was.
And I started to hyperventilate all over again, my mouth gaping like a breathless fish.
The interior of where I stood was all metal. Lights were everywhere, surrounding a large column set dead straight in the middle of the room. The floor was, of course, metal, but like an enormous grate that hinted at a second floor below the holes I could scarcely see through with my still-adjusting eyes.
The atmosphere was cold and smelled like metal, and I was screaming on the inside.
...I knew where I was..the T.A.R.D.I.S....I was in the T.A.R.D.I.S...
a freaking T.A.R.D.I.S..
I don't think you understand..
I WAS IN A SPACE SHIP.
An example of a T.A.R.D.I.S.
This T.A.R.D.I.S. was different, though. It was dark inside and more open and jdhwdwjhsw
"OH MY GOD, OH MY GOD, OH MY GOD, OH MY GOD"
I kept spouting out in panic.
"I'M IN A--I'M IN A FREAKING-- I'M IN A FREAKING TARDIS!!!!!"
Yes, I screamed. A very shrilly scream.
"WHAT, HOW, OH MY GOSH, WHAT THE HECK, HOW THE HECK"
I breathed horribly uncontrolled in hyper inhales and exhales and pivoted repeatedly, my face either in horror, surprise, shock or I don't even know.
WHAT IS HAPPENING?!?!?!?
That's when I turned back and I spotted it. Him. Whatever..
the one standing behind Bane. And I don't know how, but my expression intensified.
"HO-LY CRAAAAPPPP!!!!!!"
I was starting to lose my voice as I backed away, holding the sides of my head.
The man I spoke of came close, tilting his head, his handsome pale face and dark brown eyes set right on me. "Well hello there, darling."
I squeaked, eyes widening even more.
Jim Moriarty
Freaking Jim Moriarty
The infamous archenemy of Sherlock Holmes.
Bane, the masked man, pushed him aside and started to advance me very slowly.
He gestured a hand at me. "Calm down, Miss Demens. No harm will come to you, you have my word." "She's even better looking when she's awake." Moriarty said with a devious smile.
"omg.." "How is that possible?" "Omg...." "Miss Demens-" "OMGGGG"
My eyes wandered the floor wildly, while I still hyperventilated.
"THIS IS INSANE, THIS IS INSANE, THIS IS INSANE"
Bane looked over at Moriarty, his body still facing me. "Get her water."
Moriarty gave him a glare at first, as if offended he gave him an order, but hurried and did so regardless, because you just don't argue with Bane. Meanwhile, I was still losing my mind.
And they were being way too calm, it made me uncomfortable.
Because of this, Bane felt it safe to advance me once more, and he extended his arms to try and calm me. "You're safe. There's no need for fear."
..it backfired. I snapped and screamed and no longer had control of my actions and I proceeded to charge at him. "YOU'RE REAL!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"
Without warning, poor Bane was tackled as I launched myself like a rocket directly at his midsection and squeezed him as hard as I could in a gigantic hug, squealing like a rabid pig.
"YOU'RE REAL, YOU'RE REAL, YOU'RE REAL!!!"
I paused a minute and grabbed his bald head, his eyes widening in terror, and I squished his masked face as best as I could in pure, untamed excitement. "I KNEW IT, YOU'RE REAL, OMG, I CAN'T BREATHE, YOU'RE HERE, YOU'RE ACTUALLY HERE, CKLJKSJFKJJJDFJDJFJD"
I went back to hugging him, as tightly as possible to prevent him from escaping.
"Bloody *beep*, what did you do to her??"
My attention whipped from the man below me who didn't even bother to resist to the Irish one standing behind us, holding a glass of water. In an instant, I leapt from Bane and jumped up, charging like a rhino to my next victim, and within two seconds, his face went from weirded-out confusion to wide-eyed panic and he dropped the glass, water spilling through the grate floor, and he too was soon tackled. I slammed him down and nearly suffocated him with how tightly I embraced him.
However, unlike Bane, I couldn't tell if he was terrified of it or loving it.
That's where I looked down at him, grabbed his tie and suddenly shook him around with it.
"WHY ARE YOU SO ATTRACTIVE, YOU ARE UNNATURAL, YOU LIFE RUINER!!!"
Just as I said that, a hand grabbed me from behind and pulled me by my hood, rising me to my feet and forcefully, I was turned around. Into the face of white makeup, black eye makeup, and red lipstick applied in the shape of a smile, placed over-top blotchy scars.
The man now before me peered with almost black eyes.
"Calm your freaking rear down now."
Immediately, my mouth fell.
"Joker"
derp.
that was it.
I fell.
I fell right down. on my back.
hard.
Arms spread out, eyes pointed right at the ceiling, at the blinding light.
It was the Joker.
The flipping Joker.
I'm not even going to explain.
It was as if I died. I was motionless, with no facial expression to speak of, my eyes staring at nothing. I almost stopped breathing.
Very soon, all three of the strange men stood over me, peeking with curious tilted heads.
"I think you killed her." Moriarty stated, bluntly.
"Well crap." Joker dryly replied.
He scratched the back of his neck, trying to figure out what went wrong.
I was dead. DEAD. Done for, dead. There was no Sarah, what Sarah, who is Sarah??
I then felt a sharp pain shoot up my leg and ride the rest of me like a current in the ocean and I winced. The Joker had kicked me. "You've reached your maximum time allowed for beauty sleep, sweet cheeks. Get up already." He again kicked me. I again winced.
My head hurt, my heart was racing, I was gonna be sick. And I was dead.
I already told you, I know no Sarah, Sarah isn't here, who is this Sarah??
"I've lost it." I spoke in an emotionless tone. "I shouldn't acknowledge this, my mind is lying. My eyes are lying. My life is lying. They told me this day would come."
"Quit talkin' to yourself." Joker demanded.
"Coming, Aunt Verna."
Which of course is a lie. I have no Aunt Verna.
Moriarty and Bane at once looked to Joker and he them.
"Verna is your true identity?" "You're a woman?"
Joker blinked.
"I am now ready for the asylum. I can see it. I'll make lots of friends."
"Seriously, kid, stop." "I'll name one Chuck Norris and he'll be as invincible as the wind."
"You're creeping ME out." "We'll travel to Paris on a unicorn."
"Kid. Get up." "And I'll give him a pineapple for his bravery." "Can I shoot 'er or something?"
"NO" Moriarty and Bane--I'm sorry, Cousin Edward and Brother Baka-- barked in unison.
"KID!" Aunt Verna snarled and kicked me once again. Aunt Verna is cruel.
"Please, Verna, Edward, Baka, you're blocking my view."
"She's in a state of denial." "That much is clear."
"Miss Demens, my sincere apologies, but that's quite enough of this behavior."
Bane then reached in, grabbed my hand, and pulled me right up.
I was like a limp noodle which he had to straighten so that I could stand.
I blinked repeatedly as I stared off into space, which happened to be his torso.
He examined me and gave me a little shake. I was unresponsive. Paralyzed even.
"What'd you do to the kid?" "Nothing."
"Well she's been bouncing around like a goat on steroids, so start talking."
My mind at once snapped and in an uncontrollable outburst, I spun around and took off towards the walls, making all three of them jump in surprise, and I screamed as I ran right into the metal side of the T.A.R.D.I.S. and bounced back onto the floor. My vision peered to the three standing, upside down, behind me. Joker rose an eyebrow, Moriarty snickered and Bane shook his head, facepalming.
"Well.." I said aloud. "..Ow."
"You don't say?" Joker muttered, sarcastically.
I arose and looked all around, my face returning to confusion.
"I still feel pain...so I'm not dead...." I wandered about the room a bit, then looked at them.
"..See, this is the result of you lot knocking me out, I'm questioning my reality right now..I don't know what's real and what's fake..am I dreaming, am I fevering, am I dying, what.."
"Look, you need to-" "STOP TALKING TO ME, APPARITION."
Wow, that was loud and screechy.
Joker held his ear as I went back into calm mode. I tried to control my breathing as I slowly approached the three..and with an outstretched arm, I tapped Bane's, then bounced back.
A spark of surprise fluctuated in my face.
"I can touch you..you can't touch hallucinations..this is real..you're real..what the fudge.."
I backed away, confused as ever. I went to hold onto the sides of my head and swallowed, trying to clear my mind. "No way...no way, no way, no way.."
"I TOLD you you shouldn't have hit her unconscious." Moriarty scolded the clown with his adorable Irish accent. "eh, couldn't take any chances." Joker responded, logically. "She might've resisted."
Bane's eyes returned to me. "Miss Demens..you must stay calm..I'm going to ask you questions and I need concentrated, clear answers. Understood?"
My eyes turned back to him and with another swallow, I nodded my head.
Bane nodded back. "You know who we are, correct?"
It took me a minute..but I nodded.
"Bane..you're Bane..a mercenary, secretly working with the League of Shadows, set to fulfill Ra's Al Ghul's mission....he's Joker.....an anarchist dressed as a clown for dramatic effect, determined to show the ugly side of others..and that's Jim Moriarty..a criminal consultant, who does heinous things simply out of boredom...you're villains......I know you quite well....."
They all glared at eachother briefly, but with their curiosity greatly piqued.
"And you.." Bane said as he looked back at me. "You are Sarah Demens....yes?"
I blinked, my eyes still bloodshot and my face no doubt drained of blood, making me look as pale as a corpse. "...yes." Ah, croaky voice. My throat was a bit tight.
They gave eachother an even more prolonged glance.
Bane looked back again. "And this vessel...you know what it is?"
I looked upwards, slowly removing my hands from my head, and finally was able to control my breathing. "...The T.A.R.D.I.S.....a type of ship grown by the people of Gallifrey, capable of traveling across all of time and space..."
Bane stood up straight. I looked back at them. I took a deep breath, slowing down my racing heart, and I started advancing towards them. "...why am I here..??"
They shifted. "'Fraid we can't answer that quite yet, hon." Joker replied. "Not until blondy gets back."
I stopped infront of them. "Blondy? Who else is here?!"
"Calm down. You'll see soon." "Do NOT tell me to be calm, I am WAY past the calm road right now! I need answers. And I wanna make sure you lot haven't brought me on board to KILL me, considering your professions. Me being here is most certainly not a good thing, so I'm gonna ask you again, WHY AM I HERE?!"
Joker raised up a finger, pausing a second...then pointed at me, scrunching up his face to the side.
"I'm not gonna kill ya. You're too valuable at the moment. Though the offer is tempting, since I've been forced to go on a diet." I lowered my brows.
"Aren't you supposed to be locked up?" I dashed my eyes at the other two.
"And you two..you're supposed to be DEAD!"
Moriarty closed one eye as he stared long and hard at me, then skipped ahead of Joker and Bane, scooting them backward. "Yes, enough of them, thank you.." He then took my hand and my heart fluttered as I flinched with surprise at his staring, smiling and winking, as he reached his head down and kissed my gloved hand. what the..
attention from a male, attention from a male, alert alert, attention from a male
I swallowed. He stood back up straight.
"Jim Moriarty. Hai!"
Oh, that adorable little high-pitch he does. He was killing me.
Joker abruptly and practically punched Jim out've the way by the shoulder and stepped ahead as the Irishman crash-landed out of sight with a yell.
The clown smiled his sick demented smile and got up real close to me, standing at 6'1, therefore towering me just as much as Bane. "The Joker. I go by the Joker."
He circled me and made me uncomfortable and I almost held my breath. "why"
"Because well.....I love jokes."
"no...why you shark meh, please stawp."
He quit when he returned infront of me and faced me again. "You nervous?"
"Yes, I am very uncomfortable, thank you."
"Ah...good...." He grinned and holy god, he got out a knife and held it up to my face.
"That tells me I haven't lost my touch."
I swallowed..before Bane grabbed him by the back of his purple suit jacket and tossed him behind him.
He approached. "You may call me Bane. It's a pleasure to make your acquaintance."
I rose my brows. "Likewise."
"Finally...you're awake."
I froze....what in the name of......
Wasting no time, I slowly turned and faced the entrance of the ship.
And there he was...my eyes focused on the one standing before us..evil and smug and handsome as ever...the Master. The Master, one of the chief enemies of the Doctor from Doctor Who.
My mouth drooped. "No way....no bloody way....this is unreal.."
Master tilted his head, obviously hearing me, and once he closed the door behind him, he approached me, looking like a hoodlum in his solid black raggedy hoodie.
"I'm afraid it's QUITE real." He spoke in a manly, deep British accent.
His formerly brown hair was now dyed a bleach blonde, that was shaggy and messy and he was a mess, but a beautiful mess, despite the blonde hair, and he was now edging towards me.
"This IS her, yes?" He glared at Bane and the masked man shook his head yes.
Master nodded back while glaring at the floor, before looking back at me, still coming towards me.
I shifted, not knowing what to do at all. I was surrounded by villains, what even is there to do.
"Down to business.." He said, rolling his tongue inside his mouth against his cheek.
"What kind of abilities do you have?"
.......say what?
He waited for a response. Didn't get one. He widened his eyes, crossing his arms.
"..Alright....are you only staying here in disguise? Or do you even live somewhere else more..luxurious?" I gently jerked my head back. He rolled his eyes to the ceiling and shifted impatiently, clearing his throat. "OKAY, have you ever killed someone? If so, how?"
..I swallowed. Looked back at the others. Pointed at Master.
"Please translate."
They were dumbfounded.
Master shook his head and eyed them. "I told you idiots, knocking her out was a bloody mistake, now she's disoriented." "Not my fault." "It IS your fault, you moron! You were supposed to wait for ME. If you had, we wouldn't be working with this muck-up, now would we?"
He advanced towards them, licking his lips irritatedly, and he got close to whisper.
"I brought you along for one purpose and one purpose only. We agreed to work together on this, but if you start disobeying orders, what's the point of HAVING you?"
"We did work together.." Joker answered. "Just..without you."
Master tensed and rolled his head around frustratedly. "I swear, clown, one more mishap..."
"Okay, excuse me.." They all turned and looked at me, with their villainous eyes.
Master and Joker almost looked offended. Moriarty was a curious puppy. Bane was..Bane.
"Yes, hi." I waved. "I'd like to know what's going on now, please."
Master tilted his head, staring at me with half-shut eyes.
Moriarty peeked and half-smirked. "Should we tell her now?"
"We should tell her now." Joker spoke.
"Most certainly." Bane added. "I believe it's safe to do so. She appears awake enough."
"I'm still confused, thanks."
Master yawned his mouth to a slight smile as he looked down and approached me again, still folding his arms. "Right...that..well..." He chuckled a little. "...Long story short, Miss Demens....we have come from the very reaches of time and space, even death itself, to find you...for your help in achieving our goal..that is, of course...as long as you're Sarah Demens...you are..aren't you?"
He got up close and his eyes lifted back to me. I swallowed once more..slowly, I nodded.
He gained an evil grin.
Moriarty and Joker's eyes sparkled with maliciousness as they peered from behind him. I shifted for the hundredth time and took a shaky breath. "And..what is it you need from me..??"
He tilted his head down, his brown eyes teeming with villainy.
I knew it wasn't good, what he was about to tell me. And I was correct.
"You're going to help us get our revenge."
In which Sarah finally gets her wish…
ok, the chapter was getting really long, so here's Two..again.
...I'm not starting another chapter for this.
Getting home couldn't be more of a priority.
I raced so quickly, I almost got ran over by vehicles as I cut across roads and sidewalks until I made it to my street. I felt eyes on me like nobody's business. Something following me, chasing after me on the way home. And no matter how fast I went, it was there. Until I came near my house and I dashed to the door, unlocking it, turning the knob, and flying inside, immediately slamming the door closed.
It now felt okay to breathe.
It's silly, but I think that we all get this strange notion that once we're in our homes, we're in the safety zone and nothing can touch us. Like so, I locked the door and peeked out one of the window's curtains. No one there..I didn't feel watched anymore, but still, I felt a natural paranoia that I suppose was reasonable. Something was taking place. And it somehow had found itself involving me.
I now was a bit reluctant to call Corner and Smit idiots. This was no doubt because of them.
They had to be the ones following me and they must have done something to Spencer after all.
But what can I do? There's no mistaking what I am. I AM an idiot. I'm nothing special at all.
Why would the two feel threatened by me? Where did I fit into all this?
These are the types of things I told my blog when I returned to my room and got on the computer.
Things I was currently reading over and trying to put together like some sort've detective.
Things that were thankfully saved as a draft, before my entire computer screen abruptly started glitching and distorting and the system went on the fritz. It gave me code gibberish and fancy symbols and my mind ran with a hundred questions right before the screen went black and the entire system shut off. I started to back away in my chair, hands lifting from the keyboard, eyes widening in stunned horror. What the actual hack.
hack, hACK, HACK!
That was it! They hacked me! This was a hack!
"I WILL NOT ADMIT DEFEAT" I yelled as I turned everything back on.
It thankfully booted up like normal, but what even.
As soon as it was finished rebooting, I immediately ran the virus scanner.
But alas, after half an hour of me watching, it turned up with nothing. I sagged.
This seemed to be developing into the beginning of an X-Files episode.
It could easily be considered a freak occurrence and nothing more..until I posted my post and went on my blog and spotted something that didn't belong on my chat.
Cue panicking and heart attacks.
may 2, 9:30 am - Hello, Character Queen
may 2, 9:30 am - It's a pleasure to finally make your acquaintance
may 2, 9:30 am - I'm sure you're wondering as to who I am
may 2, 9:31 am - That will become clear soon enough
what the heckin heck heck, but wait, it gets better
may 2, 10:45 am - are you on yet?
may 2, 10:49 am - mm, I see you're no longer home
may 2, 10:50 am - hold on, we can fix that
may 2, 11:02 am - ah yes, found you. enjoy the icecream
may 2, 11:05 am - don't trust the young man at the table
may 2, 11:15 am - I know where he's gone, not telling though
may 2, 11:26 am - pity about spencer. don't fret. I'm sure he's being taken care of,
wherever they took him.
may 2, 12:12 pm - you run rather fast
may 2, 12:14 pm - good lord, you're a rabbit
may 2, 12:25 pm - ah, good, you're home
and this is the message right before my computer went cray-cray.
may 2, 1:10 pm - come out to play
No words. I have no words.
The obvious conclusion to the average person would be that this is the work of an obsessed stalker.
To me? Well..something more was cooking. Something deeper.
One, because I'm a freaking potato and potatoes don't get stalkers.
I'm not important enough, not alluring enough, not famous enough, to have a stalker.
Two, he addressed me as the Character Queen, what even.
I next went to the chat box's origin website and was able to check the IP address of the chat messages. His was unidentifiable. jkdjedjeldjed
WHAT was going on?!
The thought did cross my mind initially that this was Corner and Smit's doing, but admittedly, after this, it just seemed too bizarre to be their doing. They seemed to be more of the types to abduct you and question you to see what you know, then give you some kind've forget-serum and release you back into the wild or something rather than play creepy stalker games.
So, my second guess was aliens. And my third low-key guess was Slender Man..
although it's still debatable whether he's an alien or not.
And fourth guess was an obsessive secret fanclub...yeah, I dunno.
What I do know is that I was shook.
Cuz the next thing I discovered as I paced past my writing desk was that a message was typed on my typewriter paper that I did not type and like, "room looks lovely"
The next action I took is one that all mature adults inevitably take in a time of crisis.
I ran to my bed and buried under my covers.
You done been tricked, I am not a mature adult and I refuse to be stalked and killed as if I am one.
I wasn't even 19 yet and already the world was out to get me, send help.
This resulted in me enjoying my life while I still could, which was stay partially hidden under the covers with just one's head poking out, watching the Dark Knight trilogy and eating Oreo icecream with more Oreos, gulping down three bottles of Pepsi, and quietly playing Paper Mario music in the background. Why must things be this way.
This is what all people who've received death threats should do. I couldn't handle life atm, at the risk of being murdered and all. Get back to me at a later time.
But eventually, when my eyes kept gravitating to my laptop, and I low-key kept wishing that my favorite villains were here, they'd smoke the idiot trying to mess with me, and I'd sit back laughing triumphantly like a mob boss, I finally decided that this was silly. Why was I panicking.
I was being threatened! This was epic.
You only live once, or so they say. Kill or be killed! It was him or me!
And I suddenly threw off the covers and marched across the room to my computer to do just about the dumbest thing I've ever done in my 'mature' life. I challenged the fool.
may 2, 11:59 pm - Due to the high chance we'll already be crossing paths,
and I like to take the first move in my relationships,
my suspicious alarmingly anonymous friend..
may 2, 11:59 pm - Why don't we have a civilized convo at, say, Pizza Hut?
may 2, 11:59 - I'm hungry. And it sounds fun. What better way to spend my birthday? Whatta ya say, somebody-I-don't-know?
I didn't even have to wait a second to get this in return-
may 3, 12:00 am - SEE YOU SOON
~ ~ ~
Well happy birthday to me.
Literally, it was my birthday now. And here I was, sitting down at Pizza Hut, in a booth surrounded by people
I sat there awhile. He wasn't exactly 'late' since I didn't give him a specific time.
I just said to be there. Well, he wasn't there yet. I kept glancing at the Beetle sitting outside the restaurant and bit my already bitten lip. Nasty habit, as it often causes it to bleed.
It can go along with my other bad habits, such as biting the side of my nails or flicking my tight wrists cuz writer problems. Least I don't chew my hair anymore, cuz THAT was weird. Taco, taco, I know.
My eyes rolled to the light hanging above me, surrounded by a dark red lampshade.
Impatiently, I tapped my nails against the table's surface and blew out a sigh, as I slid down my seat.
Waitta take a millennia, pal.
I felt myself aging two more years. Not the best way to spend your first moments as a 19 year old.
Still..it got my mind to wander and cause me to think. My bright eyes gravitated away to watch the people around me. They were so normal..so pleased with their lives.
Only searching for a job or house or what to buy at a grocery store. Never for adventure.
Why am I so different from them? I wondered. Why can't I think like that?
Would certainly save me the trouble. They were content with the way things were...if only.
Then it happened. My thoughts were interrupted by someone approaching from behind, coming up to the side, and seating across from me with alarming ease and silence like a ninja and my head moved to them, trying to come back to reality, as my eyes widened. You was the only thought in my head.
It was the mysterious Dairy Queen boy, who immediately locked his eyes on me, like a predator focusing on his prey. This time, things were different. "Run."
Hearing that half-brought me back to reality and I started to look at him with stunned realization.
".......wait..........what?" "RUN" He repeated more forcefully, nudging his head a little forward.
I gently jerked my head back, my mouth hanging open, my eyes narrowed. "What are you--"
"Look, we don't have a lot of time-" He spoke in a deep, youthful American voice that was pleasant and maybe a little bit quiet, but his emotion was very clear. I knew he was being sincere.
"We?" "Just please, listen to me. Get out of here, they're coming."
"Who the heck are you?!" I exclaimed, frustratedly.
"It doesn't matter who I am. PLEASE, Sarah, just go! Now!"
I sat perfectly still, staring at him and trying to figure if I should trust him or not.
What if he was leading me into a trap? It was difficult to break from his gaze, though.
His mesmerizing gaze that took control of me, just by taking one single look into his glistening emerald green eyes that didn't even look natural. This boy, his good looks were too much.
Even so...orders were orders. Fear...legitimate fear was on his face. I couldn't overlook it.
My eyes fluttered to the table and I closed them for but a moment before finally giving him one last glance and grabbing my backpack from next to me. There, I took off. He stared after me, from what I saw reflecting off the glass door ahead. I took another glance at him as I pushed through the door, and our eyes met for but a brief moment, and the door closed behind me as I looked back.
I rushed outside, pulling out my key lanyard and skidded infront of my car, the parking lot darkened and quiet, everyone inside the building distracted by their own business, no soul in sight wandering around me. So, there was no warning given to me as I inserted my key into the keyhole and jiggled it around, and I heard a slight shuffle behind me and then, crack.
My body froze up......and tensed.....and went numb.
I dropped my keys..a cold searing pain engulfed at the center of my skull and eventually started to spread all throughout in the most unpleasant sensation I'd ever experienced at the time.
And gradually...it made me start to lose consciousness...my breathing slowed, my heart slowed, and my eyes soon rolled back into my skull as I started to collapse backwards, with the grand finale of me weightlessly falling back into someone's arms. Until..well...everything went black.
- - - - - -
Interesting. I had no idea what just happened to me, and to be honest, I didn't want to know.
But this entire night was turning out to be quite the party. Sure, I was probably being tortured, no big deal. Maybe I'd wake up to being cut into 4 pieces. Or maybe I was dead, I dunno.
We'd get to that in good time, I was sure.
All I remembered was experiencing the oddest visions. Flashes of characters and I don't even know what else, but like, it was all cray-cray. And in the distance somewhere, I heard arguing.
I don't know who or what or why or anything, it was all a crazy fast-paced blur, like when you're sick and have a fever, all kinds of junk can happen. Every one of my senses was on high alert.
I was mentally screaming. I do remember going in and out of consciousness and feeling around, groaning, trying to decide if I was in my bed or someone's dingy basement. Maybe a torture chamber.
When I made a sound, the arguing I'd been hearing stopped. I kept making sounds as I swayed my head back and forth, my face pained, eyes still tightly closed. I detected light above me, so it hurt whenever I tried to look up. My heart rate felt like it was going excruciatingly high, and I honestly felt like I was gonna upchuck. That's when I felt someone come near me and sit down. And suddenly, a cold, wet cloth was placed over my forehead. My whole body cringed.
More noises were made that went in and out at first until I could clearly hear a conversation.
"What's the verdict?" "has she died yet?" "She's coming in and out of consciousness, give her time."
"how hard did you HIT her?" "hard enough." "idiots...I told you to wait for me." "you were too slow."
"She sure is attractive...." "YOU keep away." "how old is she?" "young." "maybe 12?"
"12 year olds aren't attractive." "She's old enough." "She needs to wake up already."
"Silence. Give her time." "We don't HAVE time.."
these...voices...sounded....so....familiar...
how???????
It was irritating me, so I turned on my side.
I breathed with difficulty with a drop in temperature causing me to shake.
"She better not die on us.."
die on us
die on
die
those words echoed in my head as I fell back to unconsciousness..I was a hot mess.
I am going to call the police.
..As soon as I get better.
I've gotta wake up..gotta wake up...
Please wake up..
........I did.
With a jolt, my eyes popped open. I had rolled back on my back.
I was breathing, thinking, feeling...intact.
I was alive. I think..and awake, at last. I could feel, so I wiggled my fingers..
all 10 of them still there.
With the same hand, I dabbed my face. Still had a face..dopey nose..huge eyes..mouth..dumb eyebrows..tugged on my ponytail..hair! Still had silly pointless hair!
I heard quiet again..and I felt..watched.
Above me was a bright light, which made me shield my eyes with my same hand.
I got tired of laying down so I stressfully rubbed my face and sat up within two seconds, confusion turning to anger. "Okay.." I sighed, aggressively. "Whoever did that to me, I know you're there. Just forewarning you, pal, I'm gonna put chya in a headlock and make ya feel freaking excruciating pain."
Out from a distance, my dizzy ears heard the distant sound of footsteps come close.
They were loud and they were powerful. They were walking on metal, as well.
"That won't be necessary, Miss Demens."
My heart stopped.
Everything stopped.
I slowly removed my hands as I slowly opened my eyes and slowly widened them.
My mouth hung as I looked ahead of me..then turned my gaze upward and help,
I was having an asthma attack.
MY EYES, MY BRAIN, MY HEART, MY ORGANS, MY LUNGS, ALL THE CRUCIAL PARTS,
I WAS HAVING A BODY ATTACK, I COULDN'T BREATHE, MY OXYGEN WAS GONE,
SCREAMING INTERNALLY
I was almost holding my breath as my whole face widened and I started rising, reaching for something to grab onto. Which I did not succeed in doing so, so I just fell back and started having a legitimate breathing attack. Or panic attack. Whichever suits what I was seeing.
"y-you--you---y-you're---yoU'RREEE"
Call the doctor.
Sarah Demens was dead.
At once, the most unearthly sound escaped my pie-hole, which I just as soon stifled, and wheezed through my hand as I screamed into my tightened fingers.
HSHIOEFHIO'HEWHRHF34WHDHSKFN,BVDFBRDHLLNDF
HOW DO WORDS
HOW DO EXPLAIN
HOW DO ANYTHING
Bane. It was Bane.
It was bloody Bane.
From Batman.
From The Dark Knight.
From the Dark Knight Rises.
Nolan Bane.
Dead Bane.
Fiction Bane.
Bane who isn't real.
Bane who can't be real.
Bane who now is real.
A fictional character.
A made up character.
A character who was not permitted to exist.
Who was standing right before my eyes.
That was it.
I had lost it.
I had lost all my sanity.
The time had come.
I was hallucinating.
I had believed it all that time and now, reality is irrelevant.
I am officially bonkers.
Hello, straight jacket and tuna.
The person I saw before me..the very real hallucination..was staring with intent dark eyes..towering over me..fists curled at his sides..breathing like Darth Vader through his...mouth mask.
My eyes were wild, feeling bloodshot and dry..and my gaping mouth hung and became dry as well, and I was unable to speak. I just couldn't speak. Pretty sure I looked like a crazed homeless drug addict at the moment. I don't do drugs, for the record. Don't do drugs, kids, drugs are so bad.
I blinked a few times, to see if he would go away. But he didn't.
yeah.......send help.
Unless he was a cosplayer or the legit Tom Hardy dressed in costume for some reason, I dunno what to tell ya. He started to slowly advance toward me with just a few calm, steady steps.
"Do you know where you are?"
"NO!" I screamed, throwing a finger at him as I started to back away.
"NO, NO, NO! DON'T! DON'T YOU DARE! DO NOT COME ANY CLOSER!"
Cue panicky Sarah. "THIS IS NOT REAL, I AM DREAMING, OR HALLUCINATING, OR I DON'T KNOW, JUST STAY AWAY, DON'T YOU TOUCH ME, YOU'RE NOT REAL."
I was delusional. Stumbling forward, away from him, moving hard left until I stopped and looked all around with even wilder eyes, my vision began to clear.
I realized in a blur of realization, finally, where I was.
And I started to hyperventilate all over again, my mouth gaping like a breathless fish.
The interior of where I stood was all metal. Lights were everywhere, surrounding a large column set dead straight in the middle of the room. The floor was, of course, metal, but like an enormous grate that hinted at a second floor below the holes I could scarcely see through with my still-adjusting eyes.
The atmosphere was cold and smelled like metal, and I was screaming on the inside.
...I knew where I was..the T.A.R.D.I.S....I was in the T.A.R.D.I.S...
a freaking T.A.R.D.I.S..
I don't think you understand..
I WAS IN A SPACE SHIP.
An example of a T.A.R.D.I.S.
This T.A.R.D.I.S. was different, though. It was dark inside and more open and jdhwdwjhsw
"OH MY GOD, OH MY GOD, OH MY GOD, OH MY GOD"
I kept spouting out in panic.
"I'M IN A--I'M IN A FREAKING-- I'M IN A FREAKING TARDIS!!!!!"
Yes, I screamed. A very shrilly scream.
"WHAT, HOW, OH MY GOSH, WHAT THE HECK, HOW THE HECK"
I breathed horribly uncontrolled in hyper inhales and exhales and pivoted repeatedly, my face either in horror, surprise, shock or I don't even know.
WHAT IS HAPPENING?!?!?!?
That's when I turned back and I spotted it. Him. Whatever..
the one standing behind Bane. And I don't know how, but my expression intensified.
"HO-LY CRAAAAPPPP!!!!!!"
I was starting to lose my voice as I backed away, holding the sides of my head.
The man I spoke of came close, tilting his head, his handsome pale face and dark brown eyes set right on me. "Well hello there, darling."
I squeaked, eyes widening even more.
Jim Moriarty
Freaking Jim Moriarty
The infamous archenemy of Sherlock Holmes.
Bane, the masked man, pushed him aside and started to advance me very slowly.
He gestured a hand at me. "Calm down, Miss Demens. No harm will come to you, you have my word." "She's even better looking when she's awake." Moriarty said with a devious smile.
"omg.." "How is that possible?" "Omg...." "Miss Demens-" "OMGGGG"
My eyes wandered the floor wildly, while I still hyperventilated.
"THIS IS INSANE, THIS IS INSANE, THIS IS INSANE"
Bane looked over at Moriarty, his body still facing me. "Get her water."
Moriarty gave him a glare at first, as if offended he gave him an order, but hurried and did so regardless, because you just don't argue with Bane. Meanwhile, I was still losing my mind.
And they were being way too calm, it made me uncomfortable.
Because of this, Bane felt it safe to advance me once more, and he extended his arms to try and calm me. "You're safe. There's no need for fear."
..it backfired. I snapped and screamed and no longer had control of my actions and I proceeded to charge at him. "YOU'RE REAL!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"
Without warning, poor Bane was tackled as I launched myself like a rocket directly at his midsection and squeezed him as hard as I could in a gigantic hug, squealing like a rabid pig.
"YOU'RE REAL, YOU'RE REAL, YOU'RE REAL!!!"
I paused a minute and grabbed his bald head, his eyes widening in terror, and I squished his masked face as best as I could in pure, untamed excitement. "I KNEW IT, YOU'RE REAL, OMG, I CAN'T BREATHE, YOU'RE HERE, YOU'RE ACTUALLY HERE, CKLJKSJFKJJJDFJDJFJD"
I went back to hugging him, as tightly as possible to prevent him from escaping.
"Bloody *beep*, what did you do to her??"
My attention whipped from the man below me who didn't even bother to resist to the Irish one standing behind us, holding a glass of water. In an instant, I leapt from Bane and jumped up, charging like a rhino to my next victim, and within two seconds, his face went from weirded-out confusion to wide-eyed panic and he dropped the glass, water spilling through the grate floor, and he too was soon tackled. I slammed him down and nearly suffocated him with how tightly I embraced him.
However, unlike Bane, I couldn't tell if he was terrified of it or loving it.
That's where I looked down at him, grabbed his tie and suddenly shook him around with it.
"WHY ARE YOU SO ATTRACTIVE, YOU ARE UNNATURAL, YOU LIFE RUINER!!!"
Just as I said that, a hand grabbed me from behind and pulled me by my hood, rising me to my feet and forcefully, I was turned around. Into the face of white makeup, black eye makeup, and red lipstick applied in the shape of a smile, placed over-top blotchy scars.
The man now before me peered with almost black eyes.
"Calm your freaking rear down now."
Immediately, my mouth fell.
"Joker"
derp.
that was it.
I fell.
I fell right down. on my back.
hard.
Arms spread out, eyes pointed right at the ceiling, at the blinding light.
It was the Joker.
The flipping Joker.
I'm not even going to explain.
It was as if I died. I was motionless, with no facial expression to speak of, my eyes staring at nothing. I almost stopped breathing.
Very soon, all three of the strange men stood over me, peeking with curious tilted heads.
"I think you killed her." Moriarty stated, bluntly.
"Well crap." Joker dryly replied.
He scratched the back of his neck, trying to figure out what went wrong.
I was dead. DEAD. Done for, dead. There was no Sarah, what Sarah, who is Sarah??
I then felt a sharp pain shoot up my leg and ride the rest of me like a current in the ocean and I winced. The Joker had kicked me. "You've reached your maximum time allowed for beauty sleep, sweet cheeks. Get up already." He again kicked me. I again winced.
My head hurt, my heart was racing, I was gonna be sick. And I was dead.
I already told you, I know no Sarah, Sarah isn't here, who is this Sarah??
"I've lost it." I spoke in an emotionless tone. "I shouldn't acknowledge this, my mind is lying. My eyes are lying. My life is lying. They told me this day would come."
"Quit talkin' to yourself." Joker demanded.
"Coming, Aunt Verna."
Which of course is a lie. I have no Aunt Verna.
Moriarty and Bane at once looked to Joker and he them.
"Verna is your true identity?" "You're a woman?"
Joker blinked.
"I am now ready for the asylum. I can see it. I'll make lots of friends."
"Seriously, kid, stop." "I'll name one Chuck Norris and he'll be as invincible as the wind."
"You're creeping ME out." "We'll travel to Paris on a unicorn."
"Kid. Get up." "And I'll give him a pineapple for his bravery." "Can I shoot 'er or something?"
"NO" Moriarty and Bane--I'm sorry, Cousin Edward and Brother Baka-- barked in unison.
"KID!" Aunt Verna snarled and kicked me once again. Aunt Verna is cruel.
"Please, Verna, Edward, Baka, you're blocking my view."
"She's in a state of denial." "That much is clear."
"Miss Demens, my sincere apologies, but that's quite enough of this behavior."
Bane then reached in, grabbed my hand, and pulled me right up.
I was like a limp noodle which he had to straighten so that I could stand.
I blinked repeatedly as I stared off into space, which happened to be his torso.
He examined me and gave me a little shake. I was unresponsive. Paralyzed even.
"What'd you do to the kid?" "Nothing."
"Well she's been bouncing around like a goat on steroids, so start talking."
My mind at once snapped and in an uncontrollable outburst, I spun around and took off towards the walls, making all three of them jump in surprise, and I screamed as I ran right into the metal side of the T.A.R.D.I.S. and bounced back onto the floor. My vision peered to the three standing, upside down, behind me. Joker rose an eyebrow, Moriarty snickered and Bane shook his head, facepalming.
"Well.." I said aloud. "..Ow."
"You don't say?" Joker muttered, sarcastically.
I arose and looked all around, my face returning to confusion.
"I still feel pain...so I'm not dead...." I wandered about the room a bit, then looked at them.
"..See, this is the result of you lot knocking me out, I'm questioning my reality right now..I don't know what's real and what's fake..am I dreaming, am I fevering, am I dying, what.."
"Look, you need to-" "STOP TALKING TO ME, APPARITION."
Wow, that was loud and screechy.
Joker held his ear as I went back into calm mode. I tried to control my breathing as I slowly approached the three..and with an outstretched arm, I tapped Bane's, then bounced back.
A spark of surprise fluctuated in my face.
"I can touch you..you can't touch hallucinations..this is real..you're real..what the fudge.."
I backed away, confused as ever. I went to hold onto the sides of my head and swallowed, trying to clear my mind. "No way...no way, no way, no way.."
"I TOLD you you shouldn't have hit her unconscious." Moriarty scolded the clown with his adorable Irish accent. "eh, couldn't take any chances." Joker responded, logically. "She might've resisted."
Bane's eyes returned to me. "Miss Demens..you must stay calm..I'm going to ask you questions and I need concentrated, clear answers. Understood?"
My eyes turned back to him and with another swallow, I nodded my head.
Bane nodded back. "You know who we are, correct?"
It took me a minute..but I nodded.
"Bane..you're Bane..a mercenary, secretly working with the League of Shadows, set to fulfill Ra's Al Ghul's mission....he's Joker.....an anarchist dressed as a clown for dramatic effect, determined to show the ugly side of others..and that's Jim Moriarty..a criminal consultant, who does heinous things simply out of boredom...you're villains......I know you quite well....."
They all glared at eachother briefly, but with their curiosity greatly piqued.
"And you.." Bane said as he looked back at me. "You are Sarah Demens....yes?"
I blinked, my eyes still bloodshot and my face no doubt drained of blood, making me look as pale as a corpse. "...yes." Ah, croaky voice. My throat was a bit tight.
They gave eachother an even more prolonged glance.
Bane looked back again. "And this vessel...you know what it is?"
I looked upwards, slowly removing my hands from my head, and finally was able to control my breathing. "...The T.A.R.D.I.S.....a type of ship grown by the people of Gallifrey, capable of traveling across all of time and space..."
Bane stood up straight. I looked back at them. I took a deep breath, slowing down my racing heart, and I started advancing towards them. "...why am I here..??"
They shifted. "'Fraid we can't answer that quite yet, hon." Joker replied. "Not until blondy gets back."
I stopped infront of them. "Blondy? Who else is here?!"
"Calm down. You'll see soon." "Do NOT tell me to be calm, I am WAY past the calm road right now! I need answers. And I wanna make sure you lot haven't brought me on board to KILL me, considering your professions. Me being here is most certainly not a good thing, so I'm gonna ask you again, WHY AM I HERE?!"
Joker raised up a finger, pausing a second...then pointed at me, scrunching up his face to the side.
"I'm not gonna kill ya. You're too valuable at the moment. Though the offer is tempting, since I've been forced to go on a diet." I lowered my brows.
"Aren't you supposed to be locked up?" I dashed my eyes at the other two.
"And you two..you're supposed to be DEAD!"
Moriarty closed one eye as he stared long and hard at me, then skipped ahead of Joker and Bane, scooting them backward. "Yes, enough of them, thank you.." He then took my hand and my heart fluttered as I flinched with surprise at his staring, smiling and winking, as he reached his head down and kissed my gloved hand. what the..
attention from a male, attention from a male, alert alert, attention from a male
I swallowed. He stood back up straight.
"Jim Moriarty. Hai!"
Oh, that adorable little high-pitch he does. He was killing me.
Joker abruptly and practically punched Jim out've the way by the shoulder and stepped ahead as the Irishman crash-landed out of sight with a yell.
The clown smiled his sick demented smile and got up real close to me, standing at 6'1, therefore towering me just as much as Bane. "The Joker. I go by the Joker."
He circled me and made me uncomfortable and I almost held my breath. "why"
"Because well.....I love jokes."
"no...why you shark meh, please stawp."
He quit when he returned infront of me and faced me again. "You nervous?"
"Yes, I am very uncomfortable, thank you."
"Ah...good...." He grinned and holy god, he got out a knife and held it up to my face.
"That tells me I haven't lost my touch."
I swallowed..before Bane grabbed him by the back of his purple suit jacket and tossed him behind him.
He approached. "You may call me Bane. It's a pleasure to make your acquaintance."
I rose my brows. "Likewise."
"Finally...you're awake."
I froze....what in the name of......
Wasting no time, I slowly turned and faced the entrance of the ship.
And there he was...my eyes focused on the one standing before us..evil and smug and handsome as ever...the Master. The Master, one of the chief enemies of the Doctor from Doctor Who.
My mouth drooped. "No way....no bloody way....this is unreal.."
Master tilted his head, obviously hearing me, and once he closed the door behind him, he approached me, looking like a hoodlum in his solid black raggedy hoodie.
"I'm afraid it's QUITE real." He spoke in a manly, deep British accent.
His formerly brown hair was now dyed a bleach blonde, that was shaggy and messy and he was a mess, but a beautiful mess, despite the blonde hair, and he was now edging towards me.
"This IS her, yes?" He glared at Bane and the masked man shook his head yes.
Master nodded back while glaring at the floor, before looking back at me, still coming towards me.
I shifted, not knowing what to do at all. I was surrounded by villains, what even is there to do.
"Down to business.." He said, rolling his tongue inside his mouth against his cheek.
"What kind of abilities do you have?"
.......say what?
He waited for a response. Didn't get one. He widened his eyes, crossing his arms.
"..Alright....are you only staying here in disguise? Or do you even live somewhere else more..luxurious?" I gently jerked my head back. He rolled his eyes to the ceiling and shifted impatiently, clearing his throat. "OKAY, have you ever killed someone? If so, how?"
..I swallowed. Looked back at the others. Pointed at Master.
"Please translate."
They were dumbfounded.
Master shook his head and eyed them. "I told you idiots, knocking her out was a bloody mistake, now she's disoriented." "Not my fault." "It IS your fault, you moron! You were supposed to wait for ME. If you had, we wouldn't be working with this muck-up, now would we?"
He advanced towards them, licking his lips irritatedly, and he got close to whisper.
"I brought you along for one purpose and one purpose only. We agreed to work together on this, but if you start disobeying orders, what's the point of HAVING you?"
"We did work together.." Joker answered. "Just..without you."
Master tensed and rolled his head around frustratedly. "I swear, clown, one more mishap..."
"Okay, excuse me.." They all turned and looked at me, with their villainous eyes.
Master and Joker almost looked offended. Moriarty was a curious puppy. Bane was..Bane.
"Yes, hi." I waved. "I'd like to know what's going on now, please."
Master tilted his head, staring at me with half-shut eyes.
Moriarty peeked and half-smirked. "Should we tell her now?"
"We should tell her now." Joker spoke.
"Most certainly." Bane added. "I believe it's safe to do so. She appears awake enough."
"I'm still confused, thanks."
Master yawned his mouth to a slight smile as he looked down and approached me again, still folding his arms. "Right...that..well..." He chuckled a little. "...Long story short, Miss Demens....we have come from the very reaches of time and space, even death itself, to find you...for your help in achieving our goal..that is, of course...as long as you're Sarah Demens...you are..aren't you?"
He got up close and his eyes lifted back to me. I swallowed once more..slowly, I nodded.
He gained an evil grin.
Moriarty and Joker's eyes sparkled with maliciousness as they peered from behind him. I shifted for the hundredth time and took a shaky breath. "And..what is it you need from me..??"
He tilted his head down, his brown eyes teeming with villainy.
I knew it wasn't good, what he was about to tell me. And I was correct.
"You're going to help us get our revenge."
OH MY GUMDROPS!!!!!! THIS IS BEAUTIFUL!!! *cries*
ReplyDeleteSTILL AS SQUEE WORTHY AS THE FIRST TIME I READ IT BEFORE THE UPDATE 😍
ReplyDelete(Also you totes sounded like the Doctor when you woke up 😂😂)
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