Post by MadHatterMyst on May 5, 2005 13:31:40 GMT -5
WARNING! THIS STORY IS VIOLENT, NOT GRATUTITOUS, BUT LOTS OF BLOOD.
NOTE: This story skips around in time, going forwards and backwards (Hence the name). For instance, 20 seconds later would be 20 seconds into the minute, 15 earlier would then be 5 seconds into the minute and 8 seconds later would be 23 seconds into the minute etc.
Gotham City Minute
It hung dangerously in the air just outside of Arkham’s front gates. Lurking for a moment, perhaps savouring the situation, or merely biding his time; after all, anticipation does heighten the pleasure…
A subtle breeze egged it on, gently nudging itself towards its next meal.
“Hmm…” it wondered “The winds of change? Or perhaps the breath of Death?” Either way, it moved towards the asylum, it’s red inconsistency seeping through the cracks in the brickwork. Cracks which-incidentally-Mad Hatter had been complaining about for weeks.
20 seconds later, in the Mad Hatter’s cell…<br>
Hatter paced up and down his cell, muttering darkly
“Have they not fixed those cracks yet? I’m freezing my hat off!!!” he continued pacing, working himself up into a frenzy. He stopped, fists clenched in anger, spurts of red hair protruding from under his green top hat,
“It’s so cold that I could catch my death I tell you!” How right he was. However, his fury was shattered by a chilling scream. He ran over to the front of his cell, looking around in curiosity. What he then saw made him grasp the bars in terror
“WHAT THE-“<br>
15 seconds earlier in Amygdala’s cell.
EEEYAAAHHH!
His gurgled scream echoed through the corridors of Arkham Asylum as his throat was slowly ripped out. Blood spurted out, covering the cold stonewalls with warm, scarlet plasma. Amygdala was silenced as his head was ripped off and dropped on the floor. Severed from his muscular body, which still rested in his hammock. The Crimson mist moved on to his next victim. Soon, this entire asylum would be purged.
“First their blood, and then their heads.”<br>
8 seconds later, in Hatter’s cell.
EEYAAAIIIEEEEEEEEE!
Blood splattered all over Hatter’s green suit as the creature bit into his neck, staining it a nauseating brown. His top hat fell onto the floor, landing softly in a puddle of spilt crimson. His arms flailed wildly for a moment, then dropped lifelessly to his sides. After draining his blood, the creature dangled Hatter’s lifeless body in the air. Its claw grasped Hatter’s red hair, now much redder than before. And with a quick swipe of its other claw, it cleanly separated head from shoulders.
“Off with his head!” It hissed maliciously, ready to continue its blood feast. But first, it recited a little something to his self
“One two, one two,
The vorpal blade went snicker-snack!
He left it dead and with its head,
He went galumphing back!”
1 second earlier the corridors of Arkham Asylum.
The orderly sprinted through the corridors, her strong legs propelling her through the twisting maze that was Arkham Asylum. She’d heard Amygdala’s screams and was running to see what was wrong. But as the second scream, an artic chill raced up her spine.
“Mad Hatter too?”
That didn’t make sense. He’d been behaving quite normally for the last few weeks, so had Amygdala, what on Earth could have set them off?
24 seconds later within the now blood soaked corridors of Arkham.
“Oh no… w-what…what’s happening here?” The orderly spun around, trying not to faint as the smell of raw, unadulterated gore assaulted her senses. Blood slicking the floor. Blood dripping down the walls. Blood splattered on the ceilings. And blood, as blatant as a burning brand, covering the lifeless bodies of a thousand mad murderers. All of them had been slaughtered in the same way, throats torn out and then beheaded. It was like a scene from a horror story…
“H-How--? And who? Who is doing this?!”<br>
As she moved over to the bars of Bane’s cell, she tried to scream, but the sound merely died in her throat.
6 seconds later
“What on Earth are you babbling about?” demanded Dr Arkham as he looked into the orderly’s bloody face,
“The homicidal inmates sir! They’ve all been-“ she was interrupted by a loud crash as something was thrown through the office window. Dr Arkham recoiled as she saw what it was.
“Beheaded.” She finished grimly as Arkham gaped at the severed head upon his desk.
All of Gotham’s scum, purged. Over a hundred madmen slaughtered, throats ripped out, blood drained and then beheaded.
And all in under a Gotham City minute.
THE END
Please review! This is my first time writing something so dark.
NOTE: This story skips around in time, going forwards and backwards (Hence the name). For instance, 20 seconds later would be 20 seconds into the minute, 15 earlier would then be 5 seconds into the minute and 8 seconds later would be 23 seconds into the minute etc.
Gotham City Minute
It hung dangerously in the air just outside of Arkham’s front gates. Lurking for a moment, perhaps savouring the situation, or merely biding his time; after all, anticipation does heighten the pleasure…
A subtle breeze egged it on, gently nudging itself towards its next meal.
“Hmm…” it wondered “The winds of change? Or perhaps the breath of Death?” Either way, it moved towards the asylum, it’s red inconsistency seeping through the cracks in the brickwork. Cracks which-incidentally-Mad Hatter had been complaining about for weeks.
20 seconds later, in the Mad Hatter’s cell…<br>
Hatter paced up and down his cell, muttering darkly
“Have they not fixed those cracks yet? I’m freezing my hat off!!!” he continued pacing, working himself up into a frenzy. He stopped, fists clenched in anger, spurts of red hair protruding from under his green top hat,
“It’s so cold that I could catch my death I tell you!” How right he was. However, his fury was shattered by a chilling scream. He ran over to the front of his cell, looking around in curiosity. What he then saw made him grasp the bars in terror
“WHAT THE-“<br>
15 seconds earlier in Amygdala’s cell.
EEEYAAAHHH!
His gurgled scream echoed through the corridors of Arkham Asylum as his throat was slowly ripped out. Blood spurted out, covering the cold stonewalls with warm, scarlet plasma. Amygdala was silenced as his head was ripped off and dropped on the floor. Severed from his muscular body, which still rested in his hammock. The Crimson mist moved on to his next victim. Soon, this entire asylum would be purged.
“First their blood, and then their heads.”<br>
8 seconds later, in Hatter’s cell.
EEYAAAIIIEEEEEEEEE!
Blood splattered all over Hatter’s green suit as the creature bit into his neck, staining it a nauseating brown. His top hat fell onto the floor, landing softly in a puddle of spilt crimson. His arms flailed wildly for a moment, then dropped lifelessly to his sides. After draining his blood, the creature dangled Hatter’s lifeless body in the air. Its claw grasped Hatter’s red hair, now much redder than before. And with a quick swipe of its other claw, it cleanly separated head from shoulders.
“Off with his head!” It hissed maliciously, ready to continue its blood feast. But first, it recited a little something to his self
“One two, one two,
The vorpal blade went snicker-snack!
He left it dead and with its head,
He went galumphing back!”
1 second earlier the corridors of Arkham Asylum.
The orderly sprinted through the corridors, her strong legs propelling her through the twisting maze that was Arkham Asylum. She’d heard Amygdala’s screams and was running to see what was wrong. But as the second scream, an artic chill raced up her spine.
“Mad Hatter too?”
That didn’t make sense. He’d been behaving quite normally for the last few weeks, so had Amygdala, what on Earth could have set them off?
24 seconds later within the now blood soaked corridors of Arkham.
“Oh no… w-what…what’s happening here?” The orderly spun around, trying not to faint as the smell of raw, unadulterated gore assaulted her senses. Blood slicking the floor. Blood dripping down the walls. Blood splattered on the ceilings. And blood, as blatant as a burning brand, covering the lifeless bodies of a thousand mad murderers. All of them had been slaughtered in the same way, throats torn out and then beheaded. It was like a scene from a horror story…
“H-How--? And who? Who is doing this?!”<br>
As she moved over to the bars of Bane’s cell, she tried to scream, but the sound merely died in her throat.
6 seconds later
“What on Earth are you babbling about?” demanded Dr Arkham as he looked into the orderly’s bloody face,
“The homicidal inmates sir! They’ve all been-“ she was interrupted by a loud crash as something was thrown through the office window. Dr Arkham recoiled as she saw what it was.
“Beheaded.” She finished grimly as Arkham gaped at the severed head upon his desk.
All of Gotham’s scum, purged. Over a hundred madmen slaughtered, throats ripped out, blood drained and then beheaded.
And all in under a Gotham City minute.
THE END
Please review! This is my first time writing something so dark.
