Post by DYSE on Jan 30, 2007 23:43:00 GMT -5
I have had this story on fanfiction.net for some time, but I don't use that site for human interaction, really. Therefore, I get no comments on my writing abilities at all. So perhaps, the lot of you will appreciate this. And yes, I used my own name for god's sake!! (Ignore the rest of my slightly verbose author's note if this little detail couldn't matter to you in the least. And in fact, you find it somewhat humorous or whatever.) I couldn't think of a good name for my female character, so I was like, "What the hell. I feel like living vicariously through a fictional character." Hahah. Yeah... Here's the first part. I hate it. Hah.
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“What about the ones that decided to stay in their cells?” McGinnis asked, pointing his thumb in the direction of the West Wing at Arkham Asylum. The officer he was talking to simply shrugged his shoulders and hoisted his rifle onto his shoulder a little higher.
“I guess they’ll stay put since they didn’t leave after all of that commotion.” The officer stopped to look inside a cell whose door had been completely taken off of the hinges. “Besides, they’re fixing up everything as we speak. It’s not like they could move all of those lunatics into the city. The Narrows is where they belong. We’re just here until all the damage is reversed, making sure no more nuts try to escape.”
“They’ve caught them all then, right?” McGinnis asked in a quiet voice, peering around corners before he proceeded. He had seen what the patients of Arkham had done on the streets and to be cornered by one of those people – if you could even still call them that – would be a nightmare.
“Yeah,” the officer walking beside McGinnis took hard sniff through his nose, coughed and little, and then swallowed. “Ah,” he paused, “Except for Scarecrow or whatever.”
“…Scarecrow?” McGinnis stopped dead in his tracks.
“Crazy, huh? That doctor just went absolutely berzerk,” the officer said and then pushed McGinnis in the back, after he had stopped walking. “What’s got you so shaken up, boy?”
“Nothing,” McGinnis said, “Nothing…just never mind.”
“Hey, Scarecrow!” a young McGinnis yelled at a scrawny little boy sitting in a patch of grass plucking blades out and then throwing them to the side in a complete state of boredom.
“Leave me alone,” the other boy responded pushing his glasses up onto his nose, pretending as if his annoyance of a classmate wasn’t there. Then more boys came from around the playground.
“Scarecrow!” they all shouted and chanted in the direction of the boy in the grass. Then finally, after he had had enough, the boy stood up from his grass decapitating and shoved McGinnis in the chest.
“Ha!” McGinnis sneered at his victim, as he brushed little blades of grass from his shirt, “Scarecrow, you couldn't hurt me if your life depended on it. Go back to killing the grass.” The group of boys laughed, almost like lunatics.
“You wait!” the Scarecrow cried with his hands in tight fists, “You'll be sorry for messing with-"
“-the Scarecrow,” a boy interjected, “Oh, I’m scared.” Laughter followed along with another shove from McGinnis that made a young Jonathan Crane collapse onto the ground.
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“What about the ones that decided to stay in their cells?” McGinnis asked, pointing his thumb in the direction of the West Wing at Arkham Asylum. The officer he was talking to simply shrugged his shoulders and hoisted his rifle onto his shoulder a little higher.
“I guess they’ll stay put since they didn’t leave after all of that commotion.” The officer stopped to look inside a cell whose door had been completely taken off of the hinges. “Besides, they’re fixing up everything as we speak. It’s not like they could move all of those lunatics into the city. The Narrows is where they belong. We’re just here until all the damage is reversed, making sure no more nuts try to escape.”
“They’ve caught them all then, right?” McGinnis asked in a quiet voice, peering around corners before he proceeded. He had seen what the patients of Arkham had done on the streets and to be cornered by one of those people – if you could even still call them that – would be a nightmare.
“Yeah,” the officer walking beside McGinnis took hard sniff through his nose, coughed and little, and then swallowed. “Ah,” he paused, “Except for Scarecrow or whatever.”
“…Scarecrow?” McGinnis stopped dead in his tracks.
“Crazy, huh? That doctor just went absolutely berzerk,” the officer said and then pushed McGinnis in the back, after he had stopped walking. “What’s got you so shaken up, boy?”
“Nothing,” McGinnis said, “Nothing…just never mind.”
“Hey, Scarecrow!” a young McGinnis yelled at a scrawny little boy sitting in a patch of grass plucking blades out and then throwing them to the side in a complete state of boredom.
“Leave me alone,” the other boy responded pushing his glasses up onto his nose, pretending as if his annoyance of a classmate wasn’t there. Then more boys came from around the playground.
“Scarecrow!” they all shouted and chanted in the direction of the boy in the grass. Then finally, after he had had enough, the boy stood up from his grass decapitating and shoved McGinnis in the chest.
“Ha!” McGinnis sneered at his victim, as he brushed little blades of grass from his shirt, “Scarecrow, you couldn't hurt me if your life depended on it. Go back to killing the grass.” The group of boys laughed, almost like lunatics.
“You wait!” the Scarecrow cried with his hands in tight fists, “You'll be sorry for messing with-"
“-the Scarecrow,” a boy interjected, “Oh, I’m scared.” Laughter followed along with another shove from McGinnis that made a young Jonathan Crane collapse onto the ground.
