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Post by Murchadh on Aug 19, 2005 18:30:45 GMT -5
This is the first fic I've written in a while, so I may be a little rusty. Please give feedback, this is the first time anyone but me will read it ;D It's a Batman begins/the Crow crossover (only the original Crow though). My first attempt at a crossover ^_^ Hope its ok. I think it's probibly rated PG-13, gore description and brief language. Enjoy!
Chapter 1
Hell on earth; that was the best way to describe Gotham City, tonight that statement never held truer. The horrific images that raced through her mind could turn even the sanest person into a raving lunatic. The ever present screams were distorted into a symphony of screeching, a sound that could wake the dead from their eternal slumber. Hellish creatures ran to and fro, some attempting to rip each other apart exposing gleaming white bone that just as quickly gushed with a vividly red blood. The streets were the definition of havoc, mayhem, pandemonium, and hysteria all rolled in one. She was at this point in awe that she still had her head, figuratively and literally. Just as she thought this she saw movement ahead of her. Through the clouds of ash and fog she laid her eyes on a shape that made her blood run cold. A beast spawned in the deepest pits of hell serving as the mount to the lord of the underworld. Hades himself it seemed had risen from his domain to unleash his fury on the world of the living. The beast could be mistaken for a horse, an earth bound creature, but she had never seen a horse such as it. With its blazing red eyes, pitch black mane, and; by far the most unsettling, columns of flame erupting from is muzzle. Her rational mind took control long enough to question what was the horse doing spurting fire from its nose. The simple, logical answer was they didn’t, plain and simple. With a laugh she briefly considered shouting that fact to the beat, just in case it was unaware of the impossibility of its actions.
‘Happy f***ing birthday Sarah. I always knew this would be the death of me, coming back to the god-forsaken city. We’ve all gone straight to hell in a hand basket, some deserve every minute of it.’ This though brought forth another laugh, more malevolent then the last. Her eyes were still locked on the beast as it approached her at a steady gaunt; this in itself seemed to lessen the ferocity of its appearance.
‘A man…is that a man in the saddle? Ok girl, time to see who your mysterious Hades really is.’
When the animal had come close enough for her to reach out and touch it is stopped. She decided to lean gently against it, just to prove it was flesh and bone, not fire and brimstone as it appeared. The soft flesh of the horse gave her comfort, the knowledge that this was all some freakish hallucination; her mind understood this as fact and not some vague hope in the back of her mind. She continued to reach forward, this time for the man slumped in the saddle, apparently unconscious. The rough scratchy feeling of burlap against her fingertips made her give pause. ‘Why would someone be riding around the streets of a city on a horse wearing a burlap sack over their head? And why’s he unconscious…it’s a wonder he hasn’t fallen off.’ With renewed determination Sarah began to pull the sack over the mans head, bracing her hand on his chest so as not to pull him from the horse. Even with the mind job the hallucinations had done on her, in her current state of mind she could recognize the all to familiar face, a face that had been in her thoughts for some time after leaving Gotham the first time. The mysterious Hades was none other than her ex-psychiatrist, Dr. Jonathan Crane.
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Post by seonedevinian on Aug 23, 2005 1:56:07 GMT -5
i've been meaning to comment on this, and i can't believe others haven't yet. it's awesome! i'd love to read more of this! her old psychiatrist.....cool. do post more, please!
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Post by Murchadh on Aug 23, 2005 6:44:13 GMT -5
OMG You make me so happy! Thank you so much for saying something, I was starting to think it was crap and maybe no one liked it but if even one person wants more then I'll glady continue! I've very happy now, *hugs* I started chapter 2 the other day, but am unsure on it so far, but I'm going to work on it more today...maybe insteady of writing it out I should just type it. But any way, as soon as its typed It will be up ^_^. Thank you again for commenting, you made so so happy I was freaking out cause I got a reply.
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Post by Dr. J Crane on Aug 23, 2005 15:04:10 GMT -5
Ok...Ok...You win...please post some more. If you've read my other posts, you know I love all this fan fic, especially the darker stuff with him as Dr. Crane or "Jack the Ripper"....so please...
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Post by Murchadh on Aug 23, 2005 18:08:44 GMT -5
I'll probibly ad chapter 2 either later tonight, or tomorrow morning. I just need to type it up ^_^. Don't worry, this will be pretty dark, I'm no good at happy stuff.
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Post by Murchadh on Aug 23, 2005 19:45:30 GMT -5
Here's Chapter 2! It's shorter then originally inteded, but I thought it a nice place to leave it *grins*. I love writting this. Hope you guys like it Chapter 2 In a dingy apartment located in the outskirts of the Narrows Sarah sat with her legs drawn up to her chest on her cold hard wood floor, waiting for the hellish images to reside. Granted, they were no as vivid as they had been before she received the antidote, but it was a pain in the @$$ not to be able to see straight. Hours of not being able to see straight would wear on anyone’s nerves. It was a wonder she had been able to make it back to her apartment and up four flights of rickety old stairs. Not to mention having to haul Dr. Crane up half slung over her shoulder. He was fairly light but so was she and it was four stories. But, after a few breaks, while gently propping Crane up against the nearest wall, they had made it up without incident. Not twenty minutes after she had entered her apartment, laid Crane on the bed and taken a seat next to him resting her back against the wall, a knock at her front door had her bolting up off the bed. Slowly making her way to her front door, trying to avoid any pieces of furniture that might decide to jump out and trip her in her current state of mind, she opened the door to find a police officer holding her mortal enemy. Medication. After he had expressed the drugs usage on counteracting the hallucinations he had opted to relieve her remaining sanity of the images and take the damn thing. After a quick story about her brother being asleep in the other room the officer left her another dosage for him. She was partly surprised he didn’t investigate, not knowing if she was a drug user or anything, but she chalked it up to lack of time on his part. She thanked the officer and shut her door was once more bolting it. She then proceeded to make her way back the her bedroom, and rather then deciding no to resume her spot on the bed next to Crane she sank to the floor to wait out to drugs. Sarah hoped the good Doctor would wake up soon; she had so many questions for him she had trouble clearing her flooded mind enough to go into a light doze, listening with one ear for any sight of movement from the bed next to her. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ This is my 200th post! ;D
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Post by seonedevinian on Aug 24, 2005 2:09:53 GMT -5
cool, can't wait to see the Crow integration! good imagery too.
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Post by Niquinga on Aug 24, 2005 4:44:03 GMT -5
This is a great story, I love your imagery, especially when you are describing Gotham at the beginning.
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Post by Murchadh on Aug 24, 2005 5:44:46 GMT -5
WOW! Thats for the feedback guys, I'm really happy you like it. I shall continue writing it today hopefully, and should have Chapter 3 posted by......noon I think, as long as I don't get side tracked. It's going to have something more to, Dialogue!
seonedevinian: So far the only Crow thing I have in it is Sarah....but if not Chapter three then chapter 4 will have even for Crow elements and characters involved.
niquinga: As long as I don't over do the imagery, or under do it....glad it works so far, but if I'm lacking the detail sometime just say so and I'll fix it. Sometimes I focus more on the dialouge bit and leave out as much detail....sometimes both but I do try to have a medium in there.
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Post by Murchadh on Aug 24, 2005 11:53:38 GMT -5
Just finished typing it up. Some the the dialogue parts arn't as good as I'd like, but I had trouble with wording so please forgive me any corny sounding lines or what not. Any suggestions please share too, I love constructive critasism (though I can't spell it...) ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Chapter 3
A soft groan woke Sarah from her light sleep, after stifling a yawn she stood from her position on the floor and stretched her aching muscles. Walking over a few feet to stand beside the bed where Dr. Crane lay, now with his eyes open focused on the ceiling unblinking. She was taken aback slightly by their startling blue color, they seemed more vibrant then she ever remembered seeing them.
Mentally shaking herself from her revere she slowly reached over to lay a hand on his forehead. His temperature felt slightly elevated, not warm enough to pass as a fever though, which she took as a good sign. One less thing to worry about on both their parts.
She was slightly concerned about the burn marks that marred his face, especially not being sure what has caused them, but she supposed it was yet another question she would have to ask him when he was of the mind to talk to her. Apart from rising a horse through the streets she also was curious to know what had rendered him unconscious, if indeed he even knew himself. Besides the burn, the only visible injuries were a few bruises that peppered his chest and arms, but she supposed that could have been cause by any number of things.
‘I hope he doesn’t mind being half clothed, but was either that or let any wounds he had bleed. Had enough layers on though, he must have been quite warm in a suit and straightjacket.’
Well, the way she figured it was if he minded he was more then welcome to put is shirt back on, though she also wanted to know why he had been wearing a straightjacket in the first place. Sarah tried, but could not picture Crane dressing up like that even for Halloween, he always worse a crisp suit, silk tie, and wool sweater.
Through all of her musing Dr. Crane’s eyes remained on the ceiling, if it weren’t for his visible breathing he could be taken for dead, she didn’t remember seeing him blink yet. She guessed it was lucky for her, hopefully he hadn’t noticed her staring at his chest for a good five minutes. Not that she had been paying attention to his chest, no, of course not, she was…thinking. And not about his chest! Well, at least not totally about his chest.
‘God damn it will you get a hold of yourself! Remember who your dealing with here, he’s not the type of guy to let your guard down near.’
Clearing her throat slightly she decided to break the silence between them.
“How are you feeling Dr. Crane?” By the smug smirk that now played across his full lips she wished she hadn’t felt the need to break it.
The silence no longer held any form of comfort to her as she waited for him to reply. Of course she knew her question ha d a few very obvious answers, but she was hoping he would take that into consideration when he chose to answer her. If he chose to answer her.
When he finally moved it was to turn his head to look at her. She could see his left eyebrow slightly arched in questioning. His crystalline blue eyes were as piercing and intelligent as she remembered, but now she could tell what it was she had seen before in them. The gleam of madness.
Continuing to stare at her he scooted up so he was now in a sitting position on her bed, only a barely audible wince told her of his pain.
“I must admit, after your little disappearing act I did not think I would see you again.” He said this in such a tone that she felt as if she was a child being scolded for running away from chores.
Trying to ignore his sly grin she gave him a scolding look of her own. “And I must admit that I didn’t expect to see you again. Especially riding unconscious through the streets of the Narrows wearing a straightjacket and a burlap sack over your head. Things don’t always happen as we think, or hope them to, do they Doctor?” She put emphasis on the last part. The thinking she added, “And, you didn’t answer my question.”
Their staring contest or sorts was interrupted by a sudden loud cawing from the window to the left of where the two were positioned in the bedroom.
Crane looked back at her from the crow that was now perched on her windowsill watching them intently. “Friend of yours? Oh, yes, how could I forget.” His gaze was mocking, “Eric was it? Is he still six feet under or has he teamed up with the Bat-man as Gotham’s newest vigilantly?”
Sarah decided not to answer him, she didn’t want to give him the satisfaction of knowing he was pissing her off. Her so-called friends had scoffed at her memories of Eric returning from the grave to bring his fiancé’s killers down where they belonged. She had trusted them enough to tell them the truth of her childhood and what had they done, gone to the authorities claiming she wasn’t of sound mind. Apparently they were worried that she might just hack them up to have them come back invincible, all because she has said she wondered what it had felt like for Eric. Crane had never believed her either, though since he was her psychiatrist at Arkham he had been unable to ridicule her, he was to interested in finding her fears that drove it to bother with ripping the gaping wounds anymore.
She’d never told him her fears though, she didn’t tell him much of anything besides what she had told her ‘friends’, about Eric, Shelly, and her mother. So instead he had apparently changed tactics to trying to pull her mind apart through anger. She didn’t think he’d get very far with it that way either, but she’d be damned if she underestimated the man. His degree was not just a pretty piece of paper after all.
Relaxing her tense shoulders she flashed him her most pleasant smile. “You might want to work on the drug of yours before you try terrorizing Gotham again Doctor. The sights and sounds are horrific to be sure, but as soon as I touched your horse it became real again. Or maybe it’s just me.”
She knew it might be a shot in the dark assuming he was the cause of it, but when his smile slid from his lips and his gaze hardened, pinning her to the spot, she knew she had been correct.
With speed she didn‘t think someone in his condition to be capable of his hand shot out and grabbed her wrist in a bruising grasp.
“Well then Sarah, maybe I need a new subject willing to inform me on the drugs effects, and weaknesses, so I can make the proper improvements.”
His smirk was back, and even more sinister, his eyes and hand continued to hold her to the spot. “Know anyone that might prove…useful to me?”
Sarah wasn’t sure if it was his words of the sweeping look he gave her, but she stood rooted to the spot, shivers traveling down her back as she was held in a death grip.
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Post by seonedevinian on Sept 4, 2005 3:43:08 GMT -5
i hope you're still writing this? it's really great, i love the Crow, and i love how you introduce Sarah to Crane's world. i would love to read more! i also like how you stuck to the original Sarah; it makes the story so much more real. with the setting and details....you're really good at bringing things to life. keep it up, please!
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Post by Murchadh on Sept 4, 2005 18:21:05 GMT -5
Thanks so much! Exalt! ^_^ I am still writing it...having a bit of an insominia problem lately so I should probibly use that time to write. If all goes well in my crazy little world I'll try to get chapter 4 up by Tuesday. Glad you still want to read it
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Post by Lisa Rippner on Sept 4, 2005 18:33:45 GMT -5
I LOVE this fic! Granted, I haven't seen Batman Begins or the Crow, but it's great, and I've had a much easier time getting to know the characters. Post the next chapter soon!
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Post by Murchadh on Sept 4, 2005 18:52:27 GMT -5
I shall try....maybe I need a bat to hit myself with repeditivly to get my brain working again.
I love your siggy Lisa! (sorry a bit random, but I do ^_^)
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Post by raine on Sept 4, 2005 19:26:34 GMT -5
aw write more! it's good.
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