Blood, Veins, Mind

                                    

                                          
    We were in an old garage. Apparently Fish shot Don Maroni in the head. Not that I care, Haha! What the hell? What kind of thought was that....
    Victor woke me up from my "Trance". 
   "Hey. What's the matter with you?" He asked. I stared at him. 
   "What?" I asked back. 
  "Why would you go to that bitch's place? You should've came to me." He said sternly. I stared up at him, my eyes barely watering. 
   "Why would I go to someone who works for the same person as her?" I said, voice breaking. He stared down at me and softly smirked. 
    "Oh? Who's this?" He asked me, softly smirking. I blinked as a tear drop ran down my cheek. I quickly wiped it away. 
   "Face it. You're picking up on Sal's genes. I'd stop fighting it if I were you." He said. I looked back up at him. 
    "What are you talking about?" I asked. 
   "I'm saying you're going insane. Self-driven." He stated sternly. 
   "No I'm not-" I hesitated. 
   "Stop arguing and accept it already. You know I can help you. But it's not going to go away." 
    "You want to help me? Take me into Arkham." I stared up at him, holding my breath. He scoffed and laughed. 
   "Why? So you can go hang out with your boyfriend?" He teased. 
   "He's not my boyfriend. I need to know what happened." I said lowly. 
  "He killed his mom. That's it. There's nothing else to it, Laura." Victor said. I didn't believe him. 
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    A few weeks had passed by. I sat down on my sofa and turned on the TV. The first channel was some cooking show. Then I clicked through the channels until it played the news. 
    "BREAKING NEWS. ARKHAM ESCAPISTS SPOTTED OUTSIDE ON TOP OF GOTHAM GAZETTE. ATLEAST 6 HOSTAGES ARE STILL ALIVE, 1 THROWN DOWN FROM THE ROOF, NOW DEAD." 
   What? Why on top of the press quarters.. That's stupid, haha! Apparently Jerome had escaped Arkham 4 days after he was taken in. Jim must be pissed. 
    I decided to go out for a walk just for some fresh air. I walked past an empty parking garage. Shut down because it was too dangerous to even drive in there. There was an old gas truck at the back, by an old dumpster. I stayed quiet while staring at it and walking at the same time. 
    The next thing I know, I was tackled from behind and slammed into a brick wall, knocking me unconscious. Should've brought a knife..damn it.
    I woke up tied to a chair. The ropes were tight as fuck. Probably gonna leave marks on my wrists. I sighed. Need to wear long sleeves....make sure Jim doesn't see. I looked around. It was a modern and rich looking room. Heh, something I could never afford. Then a man in a purple-ish suit walked in. Ew... He was kinda ugly to be honest..

                            

                                
                            
                              
                                  
                              
                              
                                
                                  
                                  
                                
                              
                             
                            
                            
                          
                          

    I didn't like the cocky look in his eyes. I silently groaned and rolled my eyes to the left, staring at the floor. He smiled at me. 
    "Good evening, Miss Delmont. It is a pleasure to meet you." He greeted politely. 
    "Sorry I don't talk to strangers, let alone pedophiles." I muttered. Then he laughed.
    "That's not what you're here for...." He said as he slowly walked to his desk, then he glanced at me. "Jesus..." He muttered. 
   Then I smiled. "Why did you kidnap me and WHY, WHY are the ropes so tight. Haven't you heard of handcuffs?" I asked. Then he smirked.
    "Oh you'll know why I brought you here in a second." Then he walked towards me and kneeled infront of me. 
   "You...You are beautiful. I can see why Jerome picked you instead of all those other sluts he hooked up with." He said sternly. 
I blinked. "Jerome?" I whispered. 
  The man reached for my chin but I quickly turned to look the other way. 
    "Don't." I said. He stared at me, then stood up again. 
    "Very well then. My name is Theo Galavan. Your new boss. If you happen to fail to comply to my terms, there will be consequences." Then a familiar someone walked in the room. 

                            

                                
                            
                              
                                  
                              
                              
                                
                                  
                                  
                                
                              
                             
                            
                            
                          
                          
    His eyes staring into my soul. I blinked and looked away. He was apart of this. I knew it!
    Jerome walked up to me and patted me on the shoulder as he muttered lowly into my ear. 
   "Are you hurt?" I stared at him for a second then shook my head. 
   "No..." then he cut me off. 
   "Good." He stood up again and walked to Theo. I could barely hear them. 
   Why do these typical men always mutter. It doesn't build on them. It's just weird. 
   Then Jerome walked back up to me and kneeled down again. 
   "You gotta be okay with doing whatever he wants." He said. I stared at him. 
   "What? No! I-" then he cut me off, in a sort of snap way.
     "Listen! You don't get to choose. If you can't do the simple things then he'll kill you." 
   I stared at him, the way he stared into my eyes. He had a straight face, but I was the only one who could see through it because I grew up with this kid. He just wanted me to back off. 
   "Where's Victor?" I asked softly. 
   "That doesn't matter. SIMPLE yes or no, Laura- JUST FUCKING ANSWER!" He said. He was getting a bit bratty. I blinked at him. Then I shook my head. 
   "No." He stood up at sighed placing his hands on his hips. I spoke again before I was abruptly cut off. 
   "You need to let me-" Just after I spoke, his hand slapped the shit out of me. I stared at the floor and looked up at him. His eyes were a bit red, holding back a few tears. I was shocked. I blinked and a tear ran down my cheek. 
   His cheeks puffed a bit, and then he mouthed "I'm sorry." 
    Theo clapped and walked towards us. He placed his hand on Jerome's shoulder and smiled. 
   "Well done, Jerome. You'd have to be more than a man to even lay your hands on your lover." He said. 
   "We're aren't lovers, let alone friends." I said, rudely. Then Jerome looked at me, lips parted. I glared at him then looked away. 
   "Fine. I'll do what you need. But I want Zsasz in it." I said. Theo smiled. 
   "Good. We both get what we want."