Post by Deleted on Apr 22, 2014 23:22:46 GMT -5
It had been twelve hours and twenty four minutes after the “incident” as he would now call it. He had managed to stumble back to one of his hide outs and at least put on a shirt, but as he had stared at the walls of the room a sense of outright defeat over bared him to a point that he wasn’t even certain if he had the ability to stand any more. The drug that the Scarecrow had managed to inject him with had worn off, and he once again found words impossible to form. The only thought that kept him from collapsing into despair was the thought that just possibly that woman’s mother was now dead.
His body swayed, almost unstably so, as he tried to pull a tie around his collar, but he gave up partially through the process. The walls were mocking him. Everything was mocking him.
You fool….
He grabbed a trench coat and stumbled out of the room and out of the building, ending up on the sidewalk. The sun had barely risen, and Edward moved like a zombie unaware of his surroundings. He almost walked straight through a crosswalk, only stopping when a loud blaring horn echoed from the car.
How could this have happened to him?
She had taken his words and his ability to please a woman. The two most valuable items Edward had beside his mind. She snatched them away, locking them from him. His breathing became erratic as he stumbled into the park, a few early joggers passing, muttering under their breath about how drunk he was. Drunk….if only….
He ran his hand roughly through his hair, probably for the billionth time since the incident, yanking at it to make his mind work. The Scarecrow had given him a drug, it had solved one problem, but had brought on so many others……at least he had his words. No, no, no, he had to find another way.
He caught his foot on a curve and tripped onto the ground, hitting it roughly, his hands scuffing up. He could feel his body shaking. How? How did he allow this?
As he struggled to push himself up, his eyes caught site of something familiar, it caused a warm feeling to fill his heart. The same feeling he felt when he was a boy after taking a rough beating from his father and coming across a crossword puzzle. He stumbled forward and tell taking a seat at the outside chess board.
His breathing still hoarse, his body still shaking, he steadily pulled out the pieces and started sitting up the board.
Twelve hours and fifty five minutes after the incident, he hand moved the white bishop to take the black queen.
His body swayed, almost unstably so, as he tried to pull a tie around his collar, but he gave up partially through the process. The walls were mocking him. Everything was mocking him.
You fool….
He grabbed a trench coat and stumbled out of the room and out of the building, ending up on the sidewalk. The sun had barely risen, and Edward moved like a zombie unaware of his surroundings. He almost walked straight through a crosswalk, only stopping when a loud blaring horn echoed from the car.
How could this have happened to him?
She had taken his words and his ability to please a woman. The two most valuable items Edward had beside his mind. She snatched them away, locking them from him. His breathing became erratic as he stumbled into the park, a few early joggers passing, muttering under their breath about how drunk he was. Drunk….if only….
He ran his hand roughly through his hair, probably for the billionth time since the incident, yanking at it to make his mind work. The Scarecrow had given him a drug, it had solved one problem, but had brought on so many others……at least he had his words. No, no, no, he had to find another way.
He caught his foot on a curve and tripped onto the ground, hitting it roughly, his hands scuffing up. He could feel his body shaking. How? How did he allow this?
As he struggled to push himself up, his eyes caught site of something familiar, it caused a warm feeling to fill his heart. The same feeling he felt when he was a boy after taking a rough beating from his father and coming across a crossword puzzle. He stumbled forward and tell taking a seat at the outside chess board.
His breathing still hoarse, his body still shaking, he steadily pulled out the pieces and started sitting up the board.
Twelve hours and fifty five minutes after the incident, he hand moved the white bishop to take the black queen.