Downtown

[Jack Napier]

A man was walking in a dark tunnel as long as the eye could see. His head was killing him. He wiped a thick coating of sweat off his forehead. The heat down there was unbearable. Down there. He was assuming he was down somewhere, he couldn't shake the subterranean feeling. But, wait a minute. How had he gotten there? Further more, who the hell was he? Maybe it would come to him along the way. It had to be the heat. As soon as he found some fresh air, he'd clear his head.

Where does he get those wonderful toys!

What?

The voice echoed down the tunnel and dissipated. The walk continued. A life he didn't recognized began to flash across the cracked, muddy, tunnel walls, his only company on this endless journey. The story the images told was a gruesome one. It was about a man. A very bad man. This story had a narrator too. One that didn't show his face.

Let me tell you about this guy I know, Jack...

Jack?

Mean kid. Bad seed. Hurt people...

I have given a name to my pain, and it is...

BATMAN

The john doe stirred in his bed. His heart went up for just a moment or two. He was coming out of his coma. The bandages on his face covered his mumbling.

[Syllia Brooks]

The Silver Angel stood in front of the thick door with the small bulletproof window. The speaker box on the side made it possible for the woman on the free side and the identical twin on the other to speak to one another.

“Just wait till I get out of this one dear sister.”

The blonde woman with silver wings shook her head. “You won’t… Rae. And if you did… I would stop you.” Her twin with black wings put her palm on the glass and smiled a most evil smile. “Will you?” Syllia scoffed and walked away. “Just you wait, Syllia. I see you soon!” Rae yelled.

Syllia walked along the hallway keeping her head forward and avoiding eye contact with the other criminals in the institution. After walking by a specific room, she had heard a heart rate monitor. The blonde turned her head to look at where the noise was coming from with her metallic silver eyes.

It was a man on a bed, he was mumbling. “Uhh… attendant?”

This post has been edited by Syllia Brooks on Apr 27 2007, 02:55 AM