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Who: Jonathan Crane, Enigma, with cameos by Matt Murdock, and Kristina Snow
NPC: Edward Nigma
What: Fear, Murder, Mayhem, the end of a long battle.
Where: Streets of Colligo
When: August 04, 2012
Rating: R - High R - Almost beyond R
WARNING: Murder, Torture, Violence, Character Death
Notes: Gdoc - 1,520 words



Jonathan kissed Justin’s neck as he slipped out of bed, wanting nothing more to simply crawl back into the warm covers and curl against his lover, but knowing he had to see what was to come. He penned two quick notes, one for Justin and one for Hannah, both mentioning the need to wear their masks if they left, and a small note for Hannah saying he’d text her.

He padded naked to his closet, pulling a plastic covered outfit from the back, examining it for a moment before laying it on the bed. He opened his dresser and pulled out his compression shorts, pulling them up and on, wincing slightly as he had to adjust himself, not used to the fabric in the time since last June when he wore them.

He unzipped the plastic cover of his costume, pulling out the reddish leather pants and slipping into them, sitting on the edge of the bed to latch the six buckles on each leg, once again cursing the ‘brilliant’ idea to include them. It made putting the pants on in a hurry more complicated then it should have been.

He stood, wiggling his legs in the pants, making sure everything was as it should be before he reached into the plast again, pulling his loincloth free of the hanger, threading the rope belt through the appropriate loops, tying an intricate knot so that it stayed where it was supposed to and not go swinging around his waist or legs.

He watched in his dresser mirror as Jonathan Crane started to fall away and Scarecrow took his place, a manic cackling building in the back of his head as he slipped his hood over his shoulders, letting it rest on his shoulders for a moment. crossing to the dresser, he opened a hidden drawer, pulling free his two sickles, slipping them into loops on the belts resting against his thighs, raising his head to look into the mirror as he grabbed his mask, slipping it over his head and raising the leather hood, tightening the noose around his throat.

He grinned beneath the mask, turning on the voice changer, before slipping from his bedroom, grabbing his scythe as he went.

--

Nightmare whinnied loudly as Jonathan slipped from her, burying his face into her neck, holding tight to his oldest friend. “I adore you,” he whispered against her flesh and Nightmare turned her head, nuzzling against him. He pulled away, gently bragging either side of her bridle. “Alright girl, it’s going to get messy down here, I need you out of the city, got me?”

Nightmare snorted, shaking her head before bouncing her nose off his forehead, her movements for calling him an idiot, before she turned, smacking him with her tail. Jonathan laughed and gave her rump a smack, watching as his best friend took off down the streets, heading out of the town to avoid the coming storm.

Jonathan sighed, watching her go, before pulling on his gauntlets, tightening the belts that held them on as he eyed the building before him. He took a running leap, grabbing ahold of the rail to the fire escape, swinging for a moment, before managing to flip his legs over the top of it, hissing as he twisted his wrist. He frowned, examining for it, making a mental note to return to the dojo soon if he couldn’t even do something so easy.

He climbed the steps to the roof, positioning himself where he had the best advantage, turning on the rebreather in his mask and leaning out, mentally counting down to chaos.

--

Enigma gasped as the air filled with a choking yellow gas, clutching desperately at her throat. She knew this, she heard of this...she...

She screamed as her father whipped his cane around, aiming for her head. She back flipped out of the way, landing in a crouch, watching, panicked as her father advanced, riddles and insults spilling from his lips he took another swing at her and she dove out of the way, rolling across the dirty alley, broken glass cutting into her skin, forcing blood to run down her arms.

“Dad, please...” she whispered, raising her eyes up to the sunglasses covering Edward Nigma’s eyes, tears spiking her lashes. “Don’t...”

Edward reached into his long green trench coat, pulling free a shot gun, pumping it with one hand before raising it, pointing at her. “What’s purple and green and bleeds profusely?” he asked, a smirk crossing his lips, so familiar to her, echoed across her face every time she looked in the mirror.

She twisted, as she saw him squeeze the trigger, hitting the ground. The pellets roared over her, the bottom few striking her in the shoulder, but a majority missed, sailing through the air. Enigma started to grin, a clever retort on the tip of her tongue when she a pained grunt behind her.

Enigma turned, eyes widening in horror as Matt clutched at his upper abdomen, blood spilling from between his fingers as he sank to one knee, and then fell back completely, legs crumpled beneath him.

“Noo,” Enigma whispered, scrambling across the asphalt to his side, pressing her hands against his, putting even more pressure on the wound. “Nonononono,” she started crying fully, not even knowing why. She raised her head to ask her father why he was trying to kil her, when she started screaming, Edward Nigma clutching at his chest, trying to pull free the knife hanging from it. He collapsed and Enigma rose, body shaking violently as she stared at the woman who had killed her father.

Crossing towards her, Enigma paused, picking up her father’s shotgun and pumping it, raising the large weapon towards Kristina, trying to steady the shaking in her arms enough to aim. She fired and watched the girl bleed onto the ground for a long, silent moment before she dropped the shotgun, crumpling to the ground, surrounded by the bodies of those she cared about.

--

Enigma gasped heavily, chest heaving, nails breaking as they dug into the asphalt. She reached into her boot, pulling a small dagger free of its sheath, stabbing herself in the calf, screaming at the pain, mind clearing from the fear toxins hold.

She jerked the knife free, giving another shout in pain, throwing it away from her and struggling to her feet, looking around her to get her bearings. Right...she had been watching that redhead, trying to figure out how close she was to Crane...

Using the wall for support, Enigma made her way back towards her lair, not even bothering with the combinations and keys, simply jamming her fist into the keypad and using her fingers to connect the wires that would call the elevator to her, one hand gripping her leg tightly.

Once in the lift, she gave the proper code and vocal reply simply because she didn’t want to activate the death trap, sinking to the floor of the lift.

--

Jonathan cackled with glee as the citizens of Colligo ran through the street screaming, licking his lips as he focused on certain individuals, drinking in their fears before moving on. It was all so beautiful. The screams, the terror, watching as they clawed at their faces and skin, desperate to escape their nightmares.

He turned slightly as he heard a noise on the roof behind him, raising up a touch, giving a gasp as a knife sunk into stomach, eyes focused on the bright gold question mark dancing over his attackers lips, before darkness closed in, taking him.

--

Enigma stepped back from the project at hand, looking it over as she swirled her lollipop around her mouth. Jonathan was nailed to the cross beams via his hands, dangling like a true scarecrow would. His mask had been removed so that no one could mistake bloodied body, the burlap nailed into his left hand, mouth sewn shut much like his mask’s had been, blood dripping down his face and neck.

She had taken her time with him, inflicting as much pain as she could before he finally died from his wound, leaving his body broken and torn. Damaged beyond repair.

She blew the corpse a kiss before kneeling beneath him, painting a glow in the dark green question mark under his feet on the post, so everyone knew who was responsible before standing. She gave a final look over her masterpiece before stabbing the knife she had used to kill him into his stomach again, turning on a her heel and heading away from the apartments and down the street, eager to get back underground into her lair and away from the gas flooding the city.