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Post by rachel on Mar 26, 2012 10:46:09 GMT -5
Rachel was bewildered and confused by what was happening. She heard Batman's voice in the darkness, and then Joker was moving in on her and Scarecrow, apparently severing a pipe on the needled glove over her mouth. A cloud from a dropped smoke-bomb filled the area, and Scarecrow threw her aside as he tried to protect himself, from what, she wasn't really sure, since she could hardly see, and her head was spinning.
Focus..she had to focus..Joker was muttering and cackling like a madman somewhere nearby...there was something on her face..a horrid taste in her mouth. Rachel spit whatever it was out, and tried to wipe her face off...she realized, with growing apprehension, that it was probably the serum in the needled glove Crane had had over her mouth before Joker destroyed the lines to it. Then this...was his Toxin..
She crawled over to a wall, trying to move away from the sounds, from the madness...her vision was changing...warping.. sounds were distorted, everything looked..different..darker..scarier. She was uncertain what was happening, but the fact that Fear Toxin was involved made her feel panicky, like she'd been poisoned. Anything that moved could be a threat...Crane and Joker were somewhere in this cloud of smoke too...she didn't know what she was going to do...her Tazer was somewhere in the alley..probably useless..
Rachel curled up against the wall, the only certain thing that she didn't have to worry about. Walls never changed...people did.. Her eyes were wide, looking around, trying to track the distorted, magnified sounds that were in her world..which seemed to be closing in around her..she didn't like that...not one bit...but she wouldn't scream...she wouldn't.... But darkness was coming...filling her view...images were shifting, changing... she wanted to close her eyes, tightly..but if she did, they would get her. The figures from her nightmares..they were coming to find her...
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Post by grimknight on Mar 28, 2012 0:47:19 GMT -5
Even with the lights out and the air thick with smoke… And another familiar substance the bat-suit was able to analyze, it didn’t slow the Bat down in the least bit. His batarang had been countered by Joker, but with the specialized lenses already correcting themselves to give him perfect vision in the world of obscurity they all were delved into, he saw the glint of Joker’s notorious gun being drawn. The Bat swooped in with a steady booted kick aimed right for Joker’s gun wielding hand. He took note of Rachel, the bio-scans on her body his suit reported to him she was starting to undergo the effects of Scarecrow’s fear toxin. He had little time to act—meaning every move he now made would have to be one of potent, dire importance. His kick aimed for Joker, aiming to slam into him with a second’s time length to spare before any more shots could be fired…
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Post by Deleted on Mar 31, 2012 20:19:11 GMT -5
The white faded into nothing. A sharp pain ran through his arm as the gun was kicked from his hand. The gun landed on the floor and crumbled to ash. The Joker spun round to his original position after recoiling from the kick. A black shadowed figure shuddered in his vision with glowing blue eyes. The toxin was obviously taking effect but after he concentrated, the more he seemed to be able to control or at least use his hallucinations to his advantage. The Joker lifted his leg and kicked sharply into a familiar gap in the Dark Knight's armour. The black figure shrieked as the walls of the alleyway exploded outwards. The Joker was now stood in a sandy bunker. Red gravel and sand were beneath his feet and a sandstorm misted clouded his vision outside the area. He heard crowds cheering and he suddenly realised; this was no nightmare.
The Batman stood up in front of him. His face was bloodied but relentless. The Joker looked beyond him and saw a great emperor sat in a throne on a balcony above them. This was no nightmare; this was a fantasy, something Joker had always wanted. The Bat and himself locked in mortal combat to the very end for the amusement of others. He ran his finger up to his lapels and flapped his jacket. The force drove spikes from his shoulder that elevated above his head. He suddenly realised what was happening. Fear wasn't an emotion; it was a state of mind. And once you've lost your mind, you have nothing to fear.
The Joker bellowed a laugh that roared around the stadium of spectators. He raised his arms out to his sides and spun around, rallying the crowd. They cheered his name and began to shout for blood. The Joker then returned his gaze to Batman and pointed a now gauntleted finger at him. He ran his right hand across his belt and felt the handle of a sword. He drew the weapon from it's sheath and revealed The Harlequin's Blade. The crowd roared as the familiar wavy broadsword was revealed. The ritual had commenced, the sword could not be restarted without drawing the blood of a foe. The People's Champion swung the sword in his hands before charging towards The Dark Knight.
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"and at the end of fear...Oblivion"
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Post by Jonathan Crane - Scarecrow on Apr 3, 2012 18:42:10 GMT -5
He was oblivious to what was going on around him. Still caught in the smoke Dr. Crane continued to back up. He was trying his best to get out of the smoke but it didn't matter. The smoke was slowly fading away from his eye sight. All that was left around him was distorted and empty. And...What was that noise?
It started off low and began to increase. His hands reached up to his ears to block out the sound but little did he realize that he couldn't escape it that way. It continued to get louder until he couldn't stand it anymore. The unbearable cawing noise sounded like it was coming from the left, then the right. Dr. Cranes body kept turning in the directions the sound was moving but there was nothing to be seen. Only the terrible noise that assaulted his ears.
As he continued to back into nothingness he couldn't help but notice that he was now standing beside two figures. Dr. Crane had trouble bringing them into focus and grabbed the side of his jacket and brought it to his eyes. The two men in lab coats looked up from a clip board they were examining and their gaze met his own.
Dr. Crane spun around again as the noise came from behind him. His breathing quickened, his heart pounded. There was nothing....Nothing. Where was it coming from? What was causing it? Why couldn't he find it? His mind was so clouded he couldn't remember why he was here or what he was doing. There was only one consistent feeling...
One consistent....
His arms left his ears and he tried to control his breathing. There was on consistent, one truth in everything. His right hand was shaking at his side and he closed it into a fist attempting to stop it.
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Post by rachel on Apr 15, 2012 23:44:39 GMT -5
The gardens...she was watching herself as a child, running as a child Bruce followed, chasing after her. She wanted to join them...the memory was calling to her. She chased after them...there was something urgent about staying with them.. They vanished in a rush of cold air...darkness filled the garden, blocking out everything but the garden path.
She was running...lost. She found herself back in the garden of her childhood. She was hiding, again...a simple game. But it was dark...and she wasn't a child anymore...Why was she hiding? Who was coming? The darkness was closing in, around a single figure coming toward her hiding place. Rachel could see him, the glint of light on his glasses so out of place amidst this dark thick mist. She knew him...but his name escaped her. He was coming closer...he knew where she was hiding! She had to move..had to! But she couldn't...she was frozen in place, restrained by the very darkness that surrounded them. He had...something in his hand..she didn't want to know.. "No...go away...stay away from me...leave me alone!"
Alone...she was so very alone, in this nightmare. Save for the one person who haunted her dreams, It was this man...so familiar, yet nightmarishly so. She had no strength, no energy to protect herself..she needed to be strong..but she couldn't. She saw her child self, again, beside her, staring at the man as he came toward the hiding place. She wanted to move, needed to move, to speak, to warn her. "Don't look...Look away...hide..run away!" She couldn't speak...the girl vanished, swallowed by the mists. Gone....she had lost her own self in the darkness..
Was this her fear? That she would lose to the darkness of the world, that she would lose herself, that she was not as strong as she wanted to believe she was? Rachel curled into a ball. Darkness; she could feel it...the thick mist of black, tugging at her, trying to consume her....and the haunting figure was still coming...he was going to find her!
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