Post by The Scarecrow on Jul 24, 2012 0:50:31 GMT -5
It was another long day, and Walter Krick just couldn’t wait to get home to his wife and kids. This job had taken a toll out of him, and he lived for the evenings and weekends. The prisoner he was escorting to his cell was Jonathan Crane, a nut-job who had killed a bunch of teachers. This one was a weird one, kept going on and on about fear. His hands and arms were tied around his back, in a strait-jacket.
Walter sighed and led Crane into his cell. The man known as Scarecrow had been oddly silent this night. He just kept looking around silently.
“What are you looking for Crane?” Walter asked Crane, shoving him a little to keep him moving.
“Nothing…” Crane said. He stepped quietly into his cell and gave the guard a big smile.
“What!?” Walker growled at Crane. Crane was making him nervous. His behavior was much different than normal, and that was never a good thing when it came to these Arkham freaks. Scarecrow turned and faced the wall. Walter shut the cell door and locked it and turned to leave.
“You’re nervous Walter.” Scarecrow said, stopping Krick in his tracks. Walter kept walking as the Scarecrow laughed manically to himself in his cell.
~Later~
Walter walked into his house and put his coat on the hook. His wife was making something in the kitchen and the kids were listening to something inappropriate on T.V. It was good to be home, working at Arkham really made him jumpy, especially being around Jonathan Crane. His wife made him jump when she laid her hand on his shoulder.
“Baby you can’t just sneak up on me like that, you know where I work.” He said, walking quickly past her to the kitchen. Their marriage had been nothing short of rocky for all their years together; they had mostly gotten together for the sake of their unborn child. He grabbed a beer out of the fridge and turned to face her. She looked at him concernedly.
“I swear that place is going to be the death of you.” Still he thought to himself, there is something there. He pulled her into his arms and kissed her passionately. “Where did that come from” She asked surprised but not unpleased.
“I don’t know baby, I just was glad to see you.” She beamed up at him, and he smiled back. His two kids ran into the room and hugged him.
“Daddy it’s good to see you!” They yelled in unison and hugged his knees.
Walter Krink had a good life. It had everything he could have ever wanted. It was time for him to give up his job at Arkham and go and work for Cheryl’s dad. He had offered months ago but pride had gotten in Walter’s way. It was time though; he wanted to stop looking over his shoulder every night and feel safe again.
~The Next day~
“What is this Walter?” The warden looked up at Walter Krink, not really believing what he was seeing. Walter had walked in and placed his resignation letter right on his desk.
“I’m retiring sir, I can no longer hold this job and I’m going to work for my father in law. I want to thank you for the opportunity.”
“Walter this is such bullshit. You fucking ingrate. You can have your resignation, but you got to complete your shift today, we have no one who can cover.”
“Fine. This last shift.” Walter walked angrily out of the room and made his way toward Jonathan Crane’s cell. It would be about time for Jonathan to get his breakfast. Walter arrived and was not surprised to see the man known as Scarecrow looking up at him from the corner of his bed.
“Evening Walter.” Crane said, beaming.
“Shut up freak.” Walter said, opening the cell and grabbing the back of Crane’s strait-jacket. Crane’s smile faded and he angrily started walking forward. After breakfast Walter waked Jonathan back to his cell. The same shuffling change overcame Jonathan again as they neared his cell. He slowed down and started mumbling to himself.
“Now’s not the day freak.” Walter went to shove Crane’s back, but Crane dodged to the side. His hand went straight through the bars a cell. Crane took up the opportunity and using his foot forced the guards face up to the bars of the cell. A cell containing a very large criminal. The giant of a man looked down at the hand stuck through his bars. He began laughing and growling, a mixture of pure pleasure and maniacal intention.
“You’re scared Walter.
“OF COURSE I’M FUCKING SCARED!!!! LET ME GO!” Walter screamed, the giant man drew close, but at the last second Crane lifted his foot off his head, allowing Walter to stumble backwards, sprawling out.
“You’re going to pay for that you sick bastard.” Walter stood and drew his billy -club. Scarecrow fell to his knees and held up his hands, praying to be spared. Walter reached down to put his billy club away and the realization hit him so hard, fear grabbed at his throat. He held up his hands.
“You’re scared Walter. Crane looked up with a smirk on his face, relishing in the fear that gripped the guard.
Crane stood up to his full height, towering over the shorter man. He slowly walked towards him, relishing in every second of the guard’s fear, the looks of panic he shot about the room, the trepid looks at his billy club, wondering just how much effect it will have on the villain. He decided on the mercy tactic, dropping to his knees and dropping his club. A nurse burst into the corridor, looking at the floor and talking to herself. She was leading a cart with an assortment of surgical equipment on it. Crane looked from her to the cart and then smiled his biggest smile yet. He quickly snatched a scalpel off the cart and slight the nurses throat before she had even looked up. Her last looks around the room were filled with fear. Crane loved it.
The club to the back of the head however, was unwelcome.
Walter was scared out of his mind; the nurse was dead, that much was certain. Maybe however he could make it out alive.
The scared guard had struck him. It wasn’t’ a wise move, but it was a move nonetheless. He ducked under the next blow and brought the scalpel into the Guards stomach.
“Fuck!” The guard let out a curse as the bladed thudded into his lower abdomen. He hadn’t been expecting that. How bad was the wound? It certainly hurt like crazy. The thought that he might be dying scared him. He didn’t want to die. “Please… please just let me go…” He held up his hand to the former doctor “I just want to live.”
He closed his eyes and began crying. He had never been ashamed of his feelings, and they certainly got the better of him here. He wept for his mother, for his wife and kids. He wanted to see them one last time. He held his stomach and slowly bled unto the floor. After a long while he opened his eyes. Scarecrow was gone. He cursed and stood to his feet, his feelings a mixture of relief and fear. One of the most dangerous prisoners of Arkham was free. On the ground, spelt out in medical equipment said
“Be afraid walter.”
Walter sighed and led Crane into his cell. The man known as Scarecrow had been oddly silent this night. He just kept looking around silently.
“What are you looking for Crane?” Walter asked Crane, shoving him a little to keep him moving.
“Nothing…” Crane said. He stepped quietly into his cell and gave the guard a big smile.
“What!?” Walker growled at Crane. Crane was making him nervous. His behavior was much different than normal, and that was never a good thing when it came to these Arkham freaks. Scarecrow turned and faced the wall. Walter shut the cell door and locked it and turned to leave.
“You’re nervous Walter.” Scarecrow said, stopping Krick in his tracks. Walter kept walking as the Scarecrow laughed manically to himself in his cell.
~Later~
Walter walked into his house and put his coat on the hook. His wife was making something in the kitchen and the kids were listening to something inappropriate on T.V. It was good to be home, working at Arkham really made him jumpy, especially being around Jonathan Crane. His wife made him jump when she laid her hand on his shoulder.
“Baby you can’t just sneak up on me like that, you know where I work.” He said, walking quickly past her to the kitchen. Their marriage had been nothing short of rocky for all their years together; they had mostly gotten together for the sake of their unborn child. He grabbed a beer out of the fridge and turned to face her. She looked at him concernedly.
“I swear that place is going to be the death of you.” Still he thought to himself, there is something there. He pulled her into his arms and kissed her passionately. “Where did that come from” She asked surprised but not unpleased.
“I don’t know baby, I just was glad to see you.” She beamed up at him, and he smiled back. His two kids ran into the room and hugged him.
“Daddy it’s good to see you!” They yelled in unison and hugged his knees.
Walter Krink had a good life. It had everything he could have ever wanted. It was time for him to give up his job at Arkham and go and work for Cheryl’s dad. He had offered months ago but pride had gotten in Walter’s way. It was time though; he wanted to stop looking over his shoulder every night and feel safe again.
~The Next day~
“What is this Walter?” The warden looked up at Walter Krink, not really believing what he was seeing. Walter had walked in and placed his resignation letter right on his desk.
“I’m retiring sir, I can no longer hold this job and I’m going to work for my father in law. I want to thank you for the opportunity.”
“Walter this is such bullshit. You fucking ingrate. You can have your resignation, but you got to complete your shift today, we have no one who can cover.”
“Fine. This last shift.” Walter walked angrily out of the room and made his way toward Jonathan Crane’s cell. It would be about time for Jonathan to get his breakfast. Walter arrived and was not surprised to see the man known as Scarecrow looking up at him from the corner of his bed.
“Evening Walter.” Crane said, beaming.
“Shut up freak.” Walter said, opening the cell and grabbing the back of Crane’s strait-jacket. Crane’s smile faded and he angrily started walking forward. After breakfast Walter waked Jonathan back to his cell. The same shuffling change overcame Jonathan again as they neared his cell. He slowed down and started mumbling to himself.
“Now’s not the day freak.” Walter went to shove Crane’s back, but Crane dodged to the side. His hand went straight through the bars a cell. Crane took up the opportunity and using his foot forced the guards face up to the bars of the cell. A cell containing a very large criminal. The giant of a man looked down at the hand stuck through his bars. He began laughing and growling, a mixture of pure pleasure and maniacal intention.
“You’re scared Walter.
“OF COURSE I’M FUCKING SCARED!!!! LET ME GO!” Walter screamed, the giant man drew close, but at the last second Crane lifted his foot off his head, allowing Walter to stumble backwards, sprawling out.
“You’re going to pay for that you sick bastard.” Walter stood and drew his billy -club. Scarecrow fell to his knees and held up his hands, praying to be spared. Walter reached down to put his billy club away and the realization hit him so hard, fear grabbed at his throat. He held up his hands.
“You’re scared Walter. Crane looked up with a smirk on his face, relishing in the fear that gripped the guard.
Crane stood up to his full height, towering over the shorter man. He slowly walked towards him, relishing in every second of the guard’s fear, the looks of panic he shot about the room, the trepid looks at his billy club, wondering just how much effect it will have on the villain. He decided on the mercy tactic, dropping to his knees and dropping his club. A nurse burst into the corridor, looking at the floor and talking to herself. She was leading a cart with an assortment of surgical equipment on it. Crane looked from her to the cart and then smiled his biggest smile yet. He quickly snatched a scalpel off the cart and slight the nurses throat before she had even looked up. Her last looks around the room were filled with fear. Crane loved it.
The club to the back of the head however, was unwelcome.
Walter was scared out of his mind; the nurse was dead, that much was certain. Maybe however he could make it out alive.
The scared guard had struck him. It wasn’t’ a wise move, but it was a move nonetheless. He ducked under the next blow and brought the scalpel into the Guards stomach.
“Fuck!” The guard let out a curse as the bladed thudded into his lower abdomen. He hadn’t been expecting that. How bad was the wound? It certainly hurt like crazy. The thought that he might be dying scared him. He didn’t want to die. “Please… please just let me go…” He held up his hand to the former doctor “I just want to live.”
He closed his eyes and began crying. He had never been ashamed of his feelings, and they certainly got the better of him here. He wept for his mother, for his wife and kids. He wanted to see them one last time. He held his stomach and slowly bled unto the floor. After a long while he opened his eyes. Scarecrow was gone. He cursed and stood to his feet, his feelings a mixture of relief and fear. One of the most dangerous prisoners of Arkham was free. On the ground, spelt out in medical equipment said
“Be afraid walter.”
