Freak is an Ugly Word

Several weeks had passed since Jessica’s little melt down. Currently she found herself seated across from Joker playing him in a game of chess. Having no clue as to what she was doing, she was undoubtedly losing. Her determination at winning the game stopped her from giving up. The stakes of it were too high. If Jessica won she got her necklace back. If Joker won she would have to stop randomly attacking her and do all that he says. The reasoning behind the request was that he wanted his little puppy back, or so he told her. The reality of it was that he wanted to agitate Reece some more.
There was no possible way Jessica could lose. She could not and refused to. There was no way she was going to comply to the man’s orders once again. The only problem with her determination was that the bored was void of most of her white pieces and only a few remain. The rest where gathered on Joker’s side of the table lined up in a neat row as if to taunt her with her evident failure. Stupidly she had let him pick the game, and it had to be chess, the one game she did not know how to play. After being coached on the basics for a round, they started to play for real with high stakes. Well, high for Jessica. Joker could care less if she won back her necklace that was still firmly clasped about his neck.
When Greg had first spotted the man was positively pissed. He had gotten the necklace for Jessica and Jessica alone, not for a mad man to tease the young woman with. No matter what, he knew that he could not convince Joker in giving it back and there was no use trying. He offered to buy her another one but she refused telling him that she already had one it was just in the wrong hands at the moment. Seeing her determination in getting the small item back, he relented and let her do as she pleased.
One wrong move and Jessica lost the game. Before Joker even touched his piece to give the final blow Mad Hatter slapped his pale forehead with the equally pale palm of his hand, it had been years since the man had been out in the sun. “Check mate!” declared Joker in his nasally high voice after moving his queen to take her vulnerable king. It was a small victory to him considering that he knew he was going to win.
“Fuck me!” screamed Jessica out of exasperation of her defeat.
Eyebrows cocked high on his forehead, Joker stared at the girl. “You know,” he habitually licked his lips, “there are many men in here that would take you up on that offer.”
Leaning forward Jessica retorted in a low tone, “And if I had a dick, this is where I’d tell you to suck it.” Mad Hatter released a guffaw so loud that it echoed across the room. The scared corners of Joker’s mouth twitched as he fought back a grin. The face paint that he wore still plastered all over his face. “I have a question.” With a gesture of his hand Joker told Jessica to continue. “How do you still have your make up on? Shouldn’t it have worn off by now?”
“That was two questions,” stated the clown across from her and it earned him and exaggerated roll of her eyes. Slamming his hand on the table Joker bellowed, “Don’t roll your eyes at me!”
Instantly Jessica’s heart started to race. It beat rapidly within her chest threatening to burst. The only time that she felt fear of the man was when he yelled. His high childish voice changed to one much deeper and darker. The most frightening part about it was that his voice would go straight back to normal as soon as he was done yelling as if nothing had happened. The changes of his mood were like that of flipping a coin; one never knew which side it would land on.
The doors to the Rec Room burst open slamming hard against the light tan tiled walls behind them. Turning their attention to the noise the three spotted Crane coming toward them with quick footsteps and eyes slightly widened. Once he reached the small group he stopped. His chest heaved in and out as a track runner’s did after a hard sprint. “Get her out of here,” he ordered Mad Hatter between breaths.
Seeing the man’s distress, Mad Hatter did not question him and tried to usher Jessica out of the room. She twisted her arm out of Hatter’s grip. “What’s going on?” she demanded.
“There’s no time to explain,” insisted Crane. “Just get out of here!”
There was such urgency in his voice that Jessica had half a mind to listen to him, but decided against it. “Not until you tell me what’s going on!”
“Fine!” Crane relented. “Two patients have been admitted into the hospital. I didn’t have time to see who the other one was because I had to rush here so fast,” he quickly explained. “The first was very attention grabbing. Mr. Zsasz. They finally caught him again.”
Crane had said the man’s name as if everyone should know it. Only Mad Hatter seemed to recognize it and his face paled when it was mentioned. “So,” Jessica stated. “I don’t see what the big deal is.”
“The big deal is he’s a serial killer and Reece, who doesn’t like you very much, has decided to bribe him into killing you.”
Much to Crane’s surprise and dismay, Jessica burst into laughter. Her wind chime giggle filled the room to the brim and overflowed out of the doors bounding down the hallway. “That silly, silly rabbit.” Jessica shook her head still smiling. “What a stupid thing for her to do. I’m going to have to teach her a lesson.”
“What the hell did you do to her?” Crane asked Joker in exasperation. It was common knowledge, at least to him, of what had transpired during Joker and Jessica’s first encounter. The sociopathic clown had told all to him.
With the largest grin the man could muster on his face Joker turned and faced Crane. “I like her better this way. She’s way more fun!”
With light twitches throughout her body, Jessica skipped to the door and stood patiently by it waiting for the man known as Mr. Zsasz to amble through it. It was not a long wait. A few seconds later the man entered the room a smile gleaming on his face. He wore the usual garb that the patients were required to wear. Since the white shirt that he wore was short sleeved it showed off the collection of white jagged scars on each of his forearms. Jessica took the time to count them slowly, six on his left, and eight on his right. A brief wonderment of where he had accumulated such things passed through her, but she ignored it for it mattered little to her. All she knew about the man, all she needed to know, was that he was there to kill her at the whim of a highly jealous and vindictive woman.
“Hello!” she brightly greeted him throwing in a smile just as bright. “I just bet you’re the one that’s supposed to kill me!”
Mr. Zsasz glared down at the younger woman with his up tilted strangely colored eyes. They were maroon in color and Jessica spotted no tell tale signs of contacts. Never before had she encountered a man with eyes of that color. One of her clients had had eyes of the same hue as the petals on the flower of lavender. But his, Mr. Zsasz, were the strangest and most sinister color that she had ever witnessed before. She remembered briefly that Hannibal Lector had the same color of eyes after reading The Silence of the Lambs, a book she did not care too much for. For one reason or another she did not seem to like books about psycho killers.
Seeing as the man refused to speak with her, Jessica rolled her eyes and walked away. All he was doing was glaring down at her and it was really starting to tick her off. Feeling the first twitch of her annoyance in her pinky finger of her right hand, she decided it best just to leave him standing in the doorway. After she had made it back to the three she had left her gaze hit Crane. “I’m not impressed,” she boldly stated to him.
The corner of his mouth lifted in a smirk. “What did you expect, him to attack you right away?” A small uplift of her shoulders and then dropped back down was the reply she gave. “Mr. Zsasz doesn’t attack right away. He’s a hunter. He likes to stalk his prey before he kills them.”
“Whatever,” Jessica snapped. She was in a sour mood due to the fact that her “hunter” was not in the least bit impressive to her. Some kind of flair would have been nice. But sadly, the man was just plain, the most impressive thing about him being the color of his eyes. When she remembered about his scars she quizzed Crane of them.
“They’re self inflicted. It’s his victim count.” He was hoping that the statement would engage some fear in the girl, but was sorely mistaken.
Being able to tell that the man was trying to scare her, she was still unimpressed. “Only fourteen. Still doesn’t pique my interest. Joker,” she pointed over to the clown make up wearing man across from her, “has killed more than that. If I should be afraid of anyone, it’s him.” Joker grinned in satisfaction. “I’m still not afraid of you,” she informed the man which wiped the smile clear of his face.
Crane shook his head. Jessica did not know that the tallies on Mr. Zsasz’s arms were not the only ones he had accumulated over the years. There dozens more across his torso. Once, Crane had tried to count them all. He had given up after only several tries. The most he numbered was thirty. “There’s something wrong with you,” muttered Crane loud enough for the others to hear.
“Ya think?” The sarcasm in the question was not lost on the blue eyed man. “I want a rematch,” she voiced to Joker. Shrugging, he took his time in setting up the bored. He did not know why she was trying so hard, there was no possible way she was going to win against him. They could play as many times as she desired, and she would still lose to him.
“I don’t mean just the fact that you’re obviously insane,” Crane started to explain to her. “That man over there,” he pointed to Mr. Zsasz who now sat alone at a table, eyes on Jessica, “is going to stalk you for who knows how long and then kill you, and you don’t seem troubled by the fact in the least.”
Shrugging Jessica replied, “It’s because I’m not.” Her eyes were only for the bored as she deliberated on which move to make first. “He’s not the first person to want to kill me or even try to kill me. Probably won’t be the last.”
“That’s just it!” Crane exclaimed. “He could be the last. He could be the one to succeed. And all you’re doing about it is sitting here playing a game of chess with Dopey the Homicidal Clown.” The statement earned him a sideways glare from Joker. He really despised the nickname. Whenever she had the chance, Jessica called him by that constantly and the others soon followed. There was not a day that went by when he failed to hear it come out of one of their lips. Later, as he always did, he would pay the man back for calling him such a thing.
Normally, he would kill someone for such a thing, but his antics in revenge proved more interesting and time consuming. If he killed them, his entertainment would slowly start to dwindle. None of the other patients proved to be of any fun. They just sat around and drooled on themselves. Crane, Jessica, Ivy, and Mad Hatter had somehow escaped that fate and are drug free. A strange coincidence considering they were probably, including himself, the most dangerous people in the asylum. Jessica may not be on the level as the others, but she was slowly climbing the ladder and proving herself to be a formable opponent. Wonderment of what the young woman would be like outside of the asylum, now that she was considered insane, crossed through his mind. It was pushed away when she actually managed to claim a piece of his from the bored. It was only a pawn, but it was the first time she had managed such a feat.
“What about the other patient?” Jessica asked changing the subject. Crane just shook his head. She was making it obvious that she could care little if the man, now licking his lips awaiting his prey to make her move, had intentions of the murderous kind toward her. “Do you know anything about them?”
Once again Crane shook his head. “Ivy was supposed to check them out. She hasn’t come back yet so I don’t know anything. Whoever it was must have caught her attention so the new patient is obviously male. I don’t expect to see her for a while. She’ll have to ‘show’ him around.” Throwing air quotes around the word show, he made her true attentions clear.
“Sex is icky,” stated Jessica in an overly childish voice. For reasons unknown to Crane and Mad Hatter, Joker burst into a fit of laughter and Jessica joined in. They brushed it off as some form of an inside joke.
Only Ivy and Joker were privy to the information that Jessica was once a prostitute that worked the streets in the Narrows. Ivy had come to the knowledge from Croc. It was obvious where Joker had learned the information. The young woman did not like to broadcast her employment before she landed herself in Arkham. To do so would be, for a lack of a better word, insane. Most of the men in the asylum, those that were not patients and the ones lucky enough not to be drugged to the state any vegetarian would love, would have taken advantage of the fact. The less people knew about her the better. She was just gladdened that the two had not decided to inform others of her past.
Though Ivy shown a vast amount of ill intent toward the girl and had such an animosity toward her that even Jessica had not failed to notice, she would not tell Jessica’s dirty little secret. It was best, she knew, not to do so for it would only lead to trouble for the girl and for herself as well. Men sneaking into their shared room at the dead of night is not what she wanted. The reasoning behind Joker not telling was unknown, and Jessica was not about to question it. To do so would be very foolish and she no longer wanted to be known as the simple one as she once was.
Glancing between the laughing pair Crane decided it was time to ask the question that had been on his mind since Jessica’s arrival. “How was it you two came to meet?”
There it was. That dreaded question Jessica did not want to answer. Lucky for her, she did not have to answer. Unlucky for her, Joker decided that he was going to be the one to answer truthfully. “Snow White was a whore.”
“Hm,” was all Crane said.
After that the subject dropped from the conversation thanks to Mad Hatter who had quickly changed the topic back to the new patient sensing the girl’s unease. For that, Jessica sent him a weak smile in appreciation, one that he happily returned while patting her knee under the table. Finally having something to care about again gave him something to do besides wallowing in the self pity that had consumed him for years. He looked toward the girl as a daughter and enjoyed her company greatly. They’re time alone together was spent with him reading the works of Lewis Carroll. Currently they were on Through the Looking Glass and nearly half way through it. After that one was finished he planned on reading novels by other authors that she had failed to read while she was a child.
Mad Hatter was not the only one that enjoyed their time together, Jessica did so as well. To have one of her childhood dreams come true felt better than she had ever expected. Somehow she felt lightened about it all. One of the things on her to do list had been checked off, and made all the better from the fact that Mad Hatter had an amazing voice. Normally, it lulled her to sleep but she had been keeping the habit of staring at the magnificent artwork randomly placed on the pages through out the story. If she just focused on the man’s voice, as she had done in the past, she would soon find herself being shaken awake by him. No longer did that happen since she was studying the pictures.
A question had been itching Jessica’s mind. Though she tried her best to ignore it, it was starting to distract her causing her to lose the game of chess she was currently playing. Placing all blame on the question and not her skills made her feel slightly better that she was being defeated by a man that wore clown make up. When the itch turned into a burning desire she relented and released it from her mind and lips. “How did he get caught?”
“Who?” inquired Crane though he already knew the answer.
“Mr. Zarz, Pizzazz or whatever his name is,” she waved dismissively to the man still steadily staring at her.
“He was caught right after he murdered someone in the Narrows. Didn’t even have time to make a new mark on his arm.”
“Where do you get all your information from?” That question came from Mad Hatter. It was a question that had been bugging him ever since the man had come to join the patients in Arkham rather than treat them, though his treatment was more of a form of torture than helpful. Crane seemed to always have an endless knowledge of the happenings of the outside world even though he had never stepped one foot outside of the fence that lined the building.
“Here and there,” Crane answered vaguely making it obvious that he was not going to release the source of his data. Coming to the conclusion that that was all he was going to get out of the man, Mad Hatter shrugged it off.
Upon hearing that the murder took place in the Narrows, Jessica’s interested increased drastically. “Do you know who he killed?” Silently she prayed that it was no one she cared for. Considering how few of those there were and how many people resided in the Narrows, it was a slim chance she even knew the person. That knowledge still did not ease the knot in her gut.
Scanning his brain Crane tried to recollect the name that had been given to him from his source. “It was a young woman, about the same age as you,” he indicated toward Jessica. I believe her name was Holly.”
In an instant Jessica’s heart dropped into her stomach. She felt ill. Holly was such a rare name. All her life she had only met one Holly. “What was her last name?” The words were so heavy in her mouth she nearly choked on them. Her tongue felt as if it were lead making it all the harder to form the five simple words.
“Hm.” Racking his brain for the knowledge Crane came to realize one thing. “I don’t remember.”
With much effort Jessica was able to move her tongue for one last question. “Was it Robinson?”
A wide smile in recognition grew on Crane’s face. “It was!” The smile was quickly lost to a frown. “How did you know that?”
The inquiry was lost on Jessica’s now deaf ears. All around her disappeared as she felt her world shatter around her. One of the very few people she had given a piece of her heart to was gone. Holly was the first true loss she had suffered. Even her mother leaving was not as bad. There was always a chance she would see the dreaded woman once again, but not Holly. Holly was gone forever and could never come back.
Dread and hopelessness drastically filled the girl. No longer having the ability to feel her body, it had gone completely numb, she never felt the tears spill down her cheeks and land with a silent splash on the table before her. With a blurred vision she turned to look at the man that caused her newfound suffering.
With a smirk on his face, Mr. Zsasz sat alone at his table staring at her. It was as if he knew the pain that he caused her. That the torturous tears slowly cascading down her face were caused by him and him alone. Gazing at the man a new emotion filled Jessica. It was an emotion she had come to know well. One that seemed to fill her more often than others. Rage. A steady stream of rage was consuming her. It started in her mind and slowly fell down like a waterfall pooling at the bottom of her feet and working its way up.
As it gradually made its way up her body she started to see red. The red she tried so hard to push back, but not at that moment. The willpower she had accumulated over the past few months started to dissipate. No longer did she want to hold it back and had no reason to. The man, Mr. Zsasz, was not worth anything to her or anyone for that matter. If she let the red consume her, he would get what was coming to him. He would feel her wrath. What she did not expect was the red turning to black.
All recollection of the events that transpired would be forever blank in her mind. A large hole in her memory. Something else had taken over her body. A monster that had been lurking in the dark hollows of her mind. It was the very thing she had been conversing with in every reflective surface that she had come into contact with. A piece of her she never realized was something more than that. Another persona.
Some say that madness is hereditary. They say that the children inherited it from the mothers and fathers that birthed them. Jessica would argue that it was not true, but she would be wrong. In her case it was. If she had tried hard to recall her childhood she would have come to realize that. It was her mother’s deepest and darkest secret, and one Jessica could no longer ask her about. The secret had been kept with the silence of her father and the massive amounts of medication the many doctors had prescribed to her mother. A secret that Jessica would never be enlightened on.
Her mother had a disease. The very same that was currently taking over the young woman. Out of the two children that had been spawned from the woman, Frankie had been the lucky one. He had contracted more of his genes from their father. That fact left him sane unlike his younger sister.
For years, Jessica had somehow kept her other self at bay, or so she believed. There were large gaps in the memories of her childhood, from before she had been induced with the drugs the mob had fed her. Having her father tell her that they were just blackouts and nothing more led the little child to believe just that. That knowledge was still imprinted in her mind at that moment. If others had not been there to witness her lapse in time, she would have continued to believe so until her dying day.
When Jessica’s eyes rolled in the back of her head, only the veined whites of her eyes showing, Mad Hatter feared the girl was going to lose consciousness. Getting out of his chair and gripping her shoulders tightly to ensure that she did not fall over onto the floor Mad Hatter had the privilege to fully experience Jessica’s transformation. Standing fully in front of her, feet spread slightly apart for leverage in case she did fall, he watched as her lips curled grotesquely into a semblance of a smile. Traveling upwards his eyes met her.
No longer were the white of them showing, but the striking storm gray ones. There was a much different look to them, a different feel. They gave the man the chills. It was just unnatural the look he was receiving from the girl. A small voice in the back of his head commanded him to release the girl and he gladly did so going back into his seat. All the while he did that, whoever it was in control of Jessica’s body, watched his every movement.
Once Mad Hatter was seated the girl’s eyes darted down to the chess bored. “Silly girl,” she muttered under her breath. “She should have known she was going to lose. All her moves were foolish.” The three men took note of Jessica’s transformation. Two were unnerved while the third was very interested.
“It’s your move, Snow White,” Joker, the interested party, piped in his nasally whiney voice.
Her eyes darted up to the man with a flicker of annoyance in them. “I am not your Snow White,” she hissed in a slow drawn out tone.
A grin crept up on Joker’s face. “Then, who are you?”
“Call me what you want, names are unimportant. Just don’t call me by that ridiculous name. It’s childish and I will not be treated as such. I am not, her.” The last word was said with such vehemence one could not deny her dislike for her “better” half.
“Doesn’t stop the fact that it’s your move,” informed Joker. He was rather enjoying the new persona of Jessica’s.
“The game,” she started while standing, swiping her arm across the board and scattering the pieces to the ground, “has been canceled on account that the sniveling coward needs me to do something she can’t handle.”
Running her slim fingers through her hair she made her way to Mr. Zsasz. As she neared him the cocky smile that had been on his face slowly started to vanish. This was not something he was accustomed to. His victims were not supposed to willingly walk up to him. The girl was strange, that much he could see, but to actually confront him, for the second time, was completely insane. He almost snorted at the thought. Of course, she was insane; she was in an insane asylum, after all.
With catlike grace, she casually made her way to him. After studying the girl for less then a half an hour, Mr. Zsasz noticed the change. Before, when Jessica had walked away from him, her steps were clumsy appearing more like caught falls than actually walking. The woman was now gliding toward him with ease, her hips swaying with each step. There was such confidence in this woman that had not been evident before. Even the smile placed on her lips was different. Instead of the once innocent, almost childlike smile, that was there before was now cruel and near sensual.
Mr. Zsasz did not know what to make of the change. What he did know was it was making him highly uncomfortable. The blatant boldness of the girl was just too much for him to handle. She was supposed to be frightened of him, wanting to run as far from him as possible. Instead, she was making her way toward him with ease, not a single drop of fear radiating off of her.
Reaching the man she instantly straddled his waist waiting for no invitation. Mr. Zsasz’s hands instantaneously gripped the edges of his seat knuckles turning a pasty white. “You’re here to kill, Jessica, hm?” Her face was merely an inch away, her small button nose nearly touching his pointed one. “Well,” she released a snort and then continued, “you’re going to try at least. I won’t let that happen. I share this body with her and if she dies, I die. I’m not ready to die just yet. I’m only twenty after all. There is just so much more for me to do in this life, with this body.”
Bravado in the form of a smirk revealed itself on the man’s face. It quivered slightly around the corners on his mouth out of a small amount of fear he was feeling. The woman sitting on top of him was not the one that Dr. Reece had described to him. From what she had said, Jessica was a weak and pathetic creature and would never do such a bold thing.
After studying the man for a moment she elongated their one-sided conversation. “You fancy yourself as a hunter. Like to prey on people. Sneak up on them while they are defenseless and then slaughter them when they are at their most vulnerable.” Leaning down she inhaled deeply at the crook of his neck and worked her way up to his ear. “If you’re such a great hunter, why do I smell fear on you, hm?” The question was whispered in his left ear. “It’s such a sweet smell. One you’ve probably smelled dozens of times as have I. I just love it!”
Still sitting at their own table, her three male companions watched the scene before then with the utmost interest like members of an audience watching a play. But what they were witnessing was far more interesting then any play that could be acted out on stage. It was not fiction but reality, and sometimes reality is more entertaining then any fantasy world ever imagined.
Joker’s interest in the happenings was far more keen then the others. They looked upon it with faces twisted grotesquely in horror, where as he watched it with pure joy. This new persona that had revealed itself in Snow White’s body was very different than the girl that had presented herself before. She was wicked, cold, and seemingly unafraid of anything and everything around her. Even the way she walked and spoke had changed. The graceful way her hand had swept the pieces off of the board sending them scattering to the floor was much like the movement on uses with a knife when cutting a throat of an enemy. She, whoever “she” was, was a natural killer and most likely very insane. He admired that in a woman.
Still whispering in his ear, she asked him, “Is that what she smelled like when you killed her? Was the fear just radiating off of her in such strong waves that it nearly consumed you in ecstasy? I would normally not care about such a thing, but your last victim was a friend of Jessica’s. You made her cry and hurt her very badly. I don’t like when she cries. Jessica is like a little sister to me, though she failed to realize that I even existed up until a few months ago. I have always taken care of her to the best of my abilities. Whenever she was in dire need, I would come out. It’s been a while since I’ve come out though. Drugs prevented that from happening. But no longer. There is nothing to stop me now.
“You hurt my dear little sister. I don’t like people hurting her. I won’t have it!” she hissed in his ear words dripping with venom as it did from the fangs of a snake. Such hate was instilled into every syllable that it felt as if his ear was blistering from heat of them. “You hurt Jessica, and now, I’m going to hurt you.” If possible, his grip on the chair tightened, the bones of his knuckles threatening to tear the thin skin. “Just remember, this is nothing personal, I’m just teaching you a lesson. But if you continue your pursuit of ill intent toward Jessica I will make it personal. If it becomes personal, I will hunt you down and kill you achingly slow, and that’s something that you wouldn’t like very much. But for now, I’ll just take this.”
With her teeth she gripped the top of his ear. Biting down as hard as she could, piercing the cartilage, she slowly started to pull down on it. The satisfying sound of flesh tearing reached her ears and the salty taste of blood played with her tongue. An immense pleasure coursed through her and her eyes rolled into the back of her head. Mr. Zsasz’s scream racked against her body. His long scraggily nails dug into her hips as he attempted to push her off of him only causing him more pain. If her mouth had not been occupied she would have laughed hysterically at the man.
When a strong arm wrapped around her torso and ripped her away from the man her enjoyment was cut short. Kicking, biting, and clawing she tried desperately to get away from the man. All her attempts were futile and she cursed Jessica’s still weak body. She was really going to have to work on that if she was going to start to take over once again. A weak body got one killed and she was not about to die because of something simple like that. No, it was either old age or she was going to go out in a flaming glory of bullets.
Dr. Reece’s face came into view and was instantly met with the bottom of her foot. A loud crunch was heard and the woman giggled insanely knowing that she had broken the bimbo’s nose. Several more orderlies came after that and one had a needle. Something inside of her snapped. She was not going to get stuck with that thing. Needles were what had kept her lying dormant in that body before. Now that she was free once again, she was not going to let anyone drug “her” body up again.
No matter how hard she fought it only ended up with the prick of the needle in whatever flesh was available for them to inject the drug into her system. If she could have she would have burst into a fit of laughter at the revelation that the drug was only a paralyzer. Her eyes were still open and mind still alert of the things around her.
Head rolling to the side, she was forced to look only at the only door of the Rec Room. In its wake stood Ivy and a man that she had come to recognize only from Jessica’s memories that filled their shared mind. Croc. He was decked out in patient’s garb signaling that he was the other new patient that Crane had previously mentioned before. Seeing the red headed woman hanging from his arm sent a pang of emotion through her. One she did not recognize and had never experienced before.
She would have plenty of time to comprehend that emotion later. At that moment, the orderly that had tore her away from her game was dragging her to Solitary Confinement, or so Reece said in a nasally tone compliments of her now broken nose. Her vision was torn away from the couple when the man flipped her onto his shoulder and she was forced to stare at the white of his shirt. It annoyed her greatly. The least they could have done was at least close her eyes for her considering she lacked the ability to do so herself.
As they passed the pair, she heard Croc mutter, “Princess,” and another twinge of emotion coursed through her. It made her come to realize that Jessica was slowly starting to take over and it was not her emotions but that of the girl of the same body.
A stream of curses echoed in her head as the blackness that she had come accustomed to started to come over her. In mere moments, Jessica would regain control of the body and mind, leaving her to dwell in the darkest caverns of their mind. At least she knew that she had the ability to take control once again. Something she planned on doing many times more. It was her body too and she be damned if she was going to sit and rot into nothingness. Besides, Jessica always seemed to get herself into trouble and her help would be needed.
Like she told Mr. Zsasz, Jessica was her little sister and she was a very overprotective big sister. She would never allow harm to befall the girl again. God help anyone that hurt the girl. She would kill them and anyone that got in her way. A river of blood will follow in her wake as she hunted them down. A river of blood and her own bloody footprints after walking through it.

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