Moving to Gotham seemed like a good idea for a fresh start. Moving in with her sister and her rich boyfriend Bruce Wayne also seemed like a smart idea, but what happens when Aria Brooks finds herself in a troubled Gotham ruled by ruthless and viciou...
"Did you forget some..." As I turned my head looking at the door I felt my blood run cold because standing in the doorway weren't my sister and her boyfriend, but three men with clown masks ... and guns in their hands.
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My body freezes on the spot. Unable to move. To speak. All I can do is to stand in place as the masked man keep on staring at me until the center clown, whose only mask has a frown slowly starts to approach me. His mask is white, with a blue mouth and red outlining, but what scares me the most are the eyes. It looks like there were just two black holes.
"Is everything all..." Alfred stops in the middle of his sentence as he now also comes face to face with the intruder. "Now I don't know who you are, but I assure you, that you are making a huge mistake, Gentlemen."
"Where is Burce Wayne-ah?" The Clown in the middle asks.
"Master Wayne is not here and you thugs aren't welcome." Alfred isn't baking down. It feels like forever just standing and looking at the middle clown not sure what to do next, when the other two men start to jump Alfred.
Amazingly enough, Alfred can defend himself pretty well for a man his age, but as I look away from the fight that takes place right in front of me, I only count two clowns fighting with Alfred. Turning my attention to the clown with the frown face I realize that he is still staring at me. His head was half tilted.
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After what seems like forever my instincts thankfully finally kick in as I take off running. Unfortunately for me, the sad clown was way too fast for me, catching up just within seconds.
I run into the kitchen in an attempt to grab a knife. Or at least something to defend and protect myself with, but before my hand could even reach the handle of the knife, I felt a hand in my hair yanking me back, making me lose my balance and fall to the ground. As my head hits the tiles and my vision goes blurry for a second, which gives the clown the time he needs to climb on top of me. I try my hardest to scratch him for him to get off of me, but with him wearing the mask there isn't much damage that I can do.
He easily grabs both of my wrists with one huge hand and pins it above my head. CRAP!- I think to myself, laying there beneath him completely defenseless. The commotion outside of the kitchen is still loud, but my heart is beating so hard against my chest that I can barely hear anything else.
