Post by omgiluvvscarecrow on Sept 18, 2005 18:24:58 GMT -5
Look and read this fanfic that i got.. when i read this im starting to like scarecrow so much...
here it is...
Chapter I: Turning the Burden into an Alias
“Ha Ha, Scarecrow, Johnny boy Scarecrow.”
Eight year old Jonathon Crane was sitting at the schools outside bench for recess being teased by his fellow classmates. Tears were flooding from his eyes. “Leave me alone…” He murmured quietly. He didn’t like being teased, he was well used to it but he still cried every time. “I just want to be left alone.”
“Look! The Scarecrow is crying, poor little Scarecrow. Ha ha ha.” Suddenly a stick hit Crane’s arm. He looked over and saw the one who hurled it at him, James Calino. One of his vast bullies. “That was your fellow scarecrow, he threw his arm at you.”
Crane continued crying as blood began to exit the area where the stick struck.
The children continued their chants. “Ha Ha Scarecrow, Johnny boy Scarecrow!”
A full grown Jonathon Crane shot up in bed. He was having another one of his memory dreams. He couldn’t stand dreams, he hated the fact that the mind wondered freely with such a lack of control. He respected the minds control over the body but didn’t enjoy the way the mind couldn’t even control itself. He would have to work on that once he finished his current project, a gas inhalant that contained a hullucagenic fear inducing toxin. He was doing working on the project ninty nine percent of his time awake. The other one percent he used merely to keep control over Arkham’s inmates and small acts all humans needed to survive, such as eating. He hated the bodies need for consumption of food which is why he ate only necessary healthy foods, no junk food nor snacks.
He reached his long lanky legs over the edge of his bed and rose from it. Crane then walked into his large closet/changing room. He exited it a few minutes later with a nice suit that hung on his thin figure which suggested it was tailor made. He walked out of his small home and grabbed the newspaper along the way to his car. He threw the paper in the passenger seat and went to put the keys in the ignition when the headline on the paper caught his attention
Billionare Youth, Bruce Wayne Missing
Crane scanned over the small story which told that Bruce Wayne had not been seen since Joe Chill’s, the man who killed his family, court hearing, two weeks ago. Crane had remembered seeing something about Chill being shot down by one of Falcone’s thugs.
Crane looked away from the paper and started up his vehicle muttering.
“Another of Gotham’s famed gone missing, more than likely taken out by Falcone.” Crane knew the police weren’t going to look for him because if Falcone did have him killed, he more than likely paid off the police. Crane sighed as he backed out of his driveway. Gotham was so uninteresting these days. This guy dies, this man is murdered, this crime lord has his way, bla bla bla. One day someone would teach all of these people a lesson they wouldn’t forget. Maybe Crane would put his hallucagen to use on the whole city, that would be interesting…
Crane drove up to Arkham Asylum, parked his vehicle in his reserved spot, and climbed out. He walked up to his office and sat at his desk, setting his briefcase at his side. He picked up a notebook and began reviewing his notes for his toxin. He looked them over silently for thirty minutes than excitedly began jotting something down. He had finally hit a home run in the project, he had figured out how to make the toxin.
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Crane finally finished making his first test sample of the toxin. Now he needed to figure out a way to test it. As if on cue, one of the psychiatrist who worked at Arkham entered his office, It was Harlene Quinzelle. She walked over to his desk holding a small cage in hand. “Sorry that I’m late Mr. Crane, my hair was murder this morning.”
Crane peered into the cage at the cat that lay there.
‘Perfect’
“Anyways, my kitty stowed away in my car, and I didn’t notice her until I got here, I didn’t want to be any later than I had to so I grabbed her cage out of the back and brought her in.”
Crane pretended to care. “Oh that’s alright Harlene. Just leave her on the table while you go check on your patient, I don’t think it would be good to put them near to something they may react violently to.”
Harlene appeared reluctant.
“I insist.” Crane said a bit more forcefully. Then he said. “I don’t want your cat to be…endangered.”
Harlene nodded and set her cat on the table, and left the office.The hallucagen was an inhalant, it needed to be breathed in to take effect. Crane knew this when he first planned the project, so he also built an object that he could put in his briefcase and attach to his arm to dispel the gas. It was quite genius actually. The hallucagen was a white powder, when he put it in the weapon it soaked it and then triggered a microwave transmitter that turned it into a gas. If he had a microwave transmitter big enough and enough gas he could dispel it throughout the entire city. Of course he could never do that, it was beyond his ability to build. And doing that would turn the entire city to mass panic, everyone would kill each other. Crane, who was becoming comfortable with mob boss Falcone and even began working alongside him could not gain from that. He would have to go to a new city and find a new mob boss. So of course he could not gain from that.
He had the gas dispeller loaded and he approached the cat. He stopped for a moment before he got near the cat and grabbed a white mask that covered his mouth and nose. If he inhaled it, he would not receive any mercy from its effects. Crane could not afford to become the patient. With the mask on, he triggered the gas. The cat took it in and went ballistic. It jumped around in its cage howling and stopped for one moment to look at Crane and backed up as far as he could from him, hissing.
‘Hmm, maybe the cat is seeing a different view of me, maybe if I were to form some type of face mask I could cause even more fear.’
Crane went to his desk and began taking notes of the cat’s reaction and his thought. He sat there for a moment pondering what the mask should look like…then he remembered his childhood burden…maybe it was time to turn the burden into an ally…no, not an ally an alias. He then jotted down a single word on his notebook.
Scarecrow.
here it is...
Chapter I: Turning the Burden into an Alias
“Ha Ha, Scarecrow, Johnny boy Scarecrow.”
Eight year old Jonathon Crane was sitting at the schools outside bench for recess being teased by his fellow classmates. Tears were flooding from his eyes. “Leave me alone…” He murmured quietly. He didn’t like being teased, he was well used to it but he still cried every time. “I just want to be left alone.”
“Look! The Scarecrow is crying, poor little Scarecrow. Ha ha ha.” Suddenly a stick hit Crane’s arm. He looked over and saw the one who hurled it at him, James Calino. One of his vast bullies. “That was your fellow scarecrow, he threw his arm at you.”
Crane continued crying as blood began to exit the area where the stick struck.
The children continued their chants. “Ha Ha Scarecrow, Johnny boy Scarecrow!”
A full grown Jonathon Crane shot up in bed. He was having another one of his memory dreams. He couldn’t stand dreams, he hated the fact that the mind wondered freely with such a lack of control. He respected the minds control over the body but didn’t enjoy the way the mind couldn’t even control itself. He would have to work on that once he finished his current project, a gas inhalant that contained a hullucagenic fear inducing toxin. He was doing working on the project ninty nine percent of his time awake. The other one percent he used merely to keep control over Arkham’s inmates and small acts all humans needed to survive, such as eating. He hated the bodies need for consumption of food which is why he ate only necessary healthy foods, no junk food nor snacks.
He reached his long lanky legs over the edge of his bed and rose from it. Crane then walked into his large closet/changing room. He exited it a few minutes later with a nice suit that hung on his thin figure which suggested it was tailor made. He walked out of his small home and grabbed the newspaper along the way to his car. He threw the paper in the passenger seat and went to put the keys in the ignition when the headline on the paper caught his attention
Billionare Youth, Bruce Wayne Missing
Crane scanned over the small story which told that Bruce Wayne had not been seen since Joe Chill’s, the man who killed his family, court hearing, two weeks ago. Crane had remembered seeing something about Chill being shot down by one of Falcone’s thugs.
Crane looked away from the paper and started up his vehicle muttering.
“Another of Gotham’s famed gone missing, more than likely taken out by Falcone.” Crane knew the police weren’t going to look for him because if Falcone did have him killed, he more than likely paid off the police. Crane sighed as he backed out of his driveway. Gotham was so uninteresting these days. This guy dies, this man is murdered, this crime lord has his way, bla bla bla. One day someone would teach all of these people a lesson they wouldn’t forget. Maybe Crane would put his hallucagen to use on the whole city, that would be interesting…
Crane drove up to Arkham Asylum, parked his vehicle in his reserved spot, and climbed out. He walked up to his office and sat at his desk, setting his briefcase at his side. He picked up a notebook and began reviewing his notes for his toxin. He looked them over silently for thirty minutes than excitedly began jotting something down. He had finally hit a home run in the project, he had figured out how to make the toxin.
--------------------------------
Crane finally finished making his first test sample of the toxin. Now he needed to figure out a way to test it. As if on cue, one of the psychiatrist who worked at Arkham entered his office, It was Harlene Quinzelle. She walked over to his desk holding a small cage in hand. “Sorry that I’m late Mr. Crane, my hair was murder this morning.”
Crane peered into the cage at the cat that lay there.
‘Perfect’
“Anyways, my kitty stowed away in my car, and I didn’t notice her until I got here, I didn’t want to be any later than I had to so I grabbed her cage out of the back and brought her in.”
Crane pretended to care. “Oh that’s alright Harlene. Just leave her on the table while you go check on your patient, I don’t think it would be good to put them near to something they may react violently to.”
Harlene appeared reluctant.
“I insist.” Crane said a bit more forcefully. Then he said. “I don’t want your cat to be…endangered.”
Harlene nodded and set her cat on the table, and left the office.The hallucagen was an inhalant, it needed to be breathed in to take effect. Crane knew this when he first planned the project, so he also built an object that he could put in his briefcase and attach to his arm to dispel the gas. It was quite genius actually. The hallucagen was a white powder, when he put it in the weapon it soaked it and then triggered a microwave transmitter that turned it into a gas. If he had a microwave transmitter big enough and enough gas he could dispel it throughout the entire city. Of course he could never do that, it was beyond his ability to build. And doing that would turn the entire city to mass panic, everyone would kill each other. Crane, who was becoming comfortable with mob boss Falcone and even began working alongside him could not gain from that. He would have to go to a new city and find a new mob boss. So of course he could not gain from that.
He had the gas dispeller loaded and he approached the cat. He stopped for a moment before he got near the cat and grabbed a white mask that covered his mouth and nose. If he inhaled it, he would not receive any mercy from its effects. Crane could not afford to become the patient. With the mask on, he triggered the gas. The cat took it in and went ballistic. It jumped around in its cage howling and stopped for one moment to look at Crane and backed up as far as he could from him, hissing.
‘Hmm, maybe the cat is seeing a different view of me, maybe if I were to form some type of face mask I could cause even more fear.’
Crane went to his desk and began taking notes of the cat’s reaction and his thought. He sat there for a moment pondering what the mask should look like…then he remembered his childhood burden…maybe it was time to turn the burden into an ally…no, not an ally an alias. He then jotted down a single word on his notebook.
Scarecrow.
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LOL.