Doctor Jonathan Crane (nightmareserum) wrote in newalliance, @ 2012-05-04 18:07:00 |
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Entry tags: | elektra, scarecrow |
Who: Scarecrow (OTA)
NPC's: Pregnant Lady, newborn baby
Where: Random Warehouse, Gotham City, NJ
What: Scarecrow collects some biological samples
Rating: R - violence against pregnant people, medical procedures
Jonathan eyed the last droplets of regional anesthetic dripped into the woman laying on the hospital table before him, before gently poking at the woman’s lower abdomen with a scalpel, watching her face before grinning and turning the scalpel, pressing on the blade as it pushed through her skin.
“Please, stop,” the woman whimpered, pulling against her bonds, struggling to get free, to get away from the masked man between her legs.
“Relax, you wouldn’t want me to slip,” Jonathan said in a sing song voice, not too worried about the woman’s struggles considering how many ways she was strapped down. He wanted her to panic, after all, so it would make no sense for her struggles to impact his work when that was what he wanted.
He hummed happily to himself as he finished the first incision, spreading the wound open so that he could get a good look into her, watching as the young child that rested inside her uterus shifted, reacting to the increase in adrenaline coursing through his mother’s body. “Excellent, your son is responding the increase in hormones and blood supply, I always wondered how the flight or fight reaction would work on a fetus in utero,” he said, reaching gloved hands into her body to shift the uterus so he had better access, before grabbing the scalpel again.
“Stop this,” she screamed, crying, hands curling into fists as she fought harder to get free, to save her child.
Jonathan ignored her, making a cut into the uterus, warm blood and amniotic fluid flowing over his hands as he reached in, gently grasping the baby, pulling it free of it’s wet home before laying it on the woman’s upper stomach and lower chest, clamping off the umbilical cord before slicing through it, tossing the excess aside for a moment as he gently rubbed the baby down.
“Congratulations, it’s a boy!” Jonathan said, holding up the rather purple child before wrapping the baby in a blanket, cleaning out his nose and mouth and encouraging him to breath fresh, non fluid air. The boy burst into tears, pinking up happily and Jonathan gently stroked his back, soothing the new life through his first breath.
“Once upon a crime, a sadist turned storyteller, crept into the nursery and stole baby and cradle and all. Propped it in a treetop and rubbed her hands together, hoping for a squall.” Jonathan sung softly, rocking the baby boy.
The small baby quieted, blinking up at Jonathan sleepily, his blue eyes focusing for a moment before drifting back into the utterly out of it look all new born baby’s had as he started to fall back asleep...only to hit himself in the head with his small fist and startle himself awake.
Jonathan laughed at the newborn’s antics, gently laying him in a warmed bed, placing the plexiglas lid over the Air Crib and wheeling it closer to his mother so she could get at least one look at her child as Jonathan removed her placenta, placing it in a biohazard container for later study before pulling a canister of Fear Toxin off of his table of tools, smiling under his mask as he moved between the begging woman and her child, spraying her in the face with a lethal dose.
As the woman started screaming, struggling and thrashing violently against her bonds, Jonathan wheeled the newborn away from the woman, gently placing the crib against a wall where it would be out of the way.
The small child squirmed in his crib, blowing spit bubbles up at Jonathan before returning to his nap, worn out from his already busy day of being born. Jonathan watched over the baby as the woman screamed herself to death, before he called 911, grabbing the tape recording of the woman’s screams as well as the container of placenta as well as several vials of blood, leaving the medical tools behind as they couldn’t be traced back to him, humming as he climbed onto Nightmare’s back, taking off as the siren’s grew closer.