~Chapter 3 - The Failed Escape~

Recap

I palmed the surprised guard and relieved him of his gun and walkie-talkie and walked off down the corridor

I paused, right on my toes looking for a way out but there was nothing I could see that would mark a way  out. It was just white, white floors, white doors, white walls you get the picture. "Where are you going?" The voice from earlier asked. "Away from here," I muttered walking down another hall where I saw a glass window, and within it was a girl. She probably had been captured like me, the girl was in a sort of chair that strapped her in, she was struggling like mad away from a needle filled with a greenish liquid. As soon as the needle expelled the contents from itself into the girl she stopped struggling and started laughing, but it wasn't a happy laugh, it was a crazed laugh like the one I do when I get too mad. I shuddered it was horrible. That's what would happen to me if I didn't get out of here I realised.

I started running down the coridor, away from my cell, away from the girl and away from that voice on the intercom, it had sounded slightly like the crazed laughter but more insane. "Had a nice look at what my formula does haven't you?" I ignored the question and asked one of my own. "Who are you?" I asked searching for a camera. "Oh don't you know yet sweetheart? I'm the Joker, most feared villan in all of Gotham! And your escape is futile, I like your spirit. You'll get a special dose of something I've whipped up." The 'Joker' said I whipped round to spot a tranquliser dart sink itself into my leg. "N-ot again," I moaned trying to fight the drugs, but they brought me under into sleep, the last thing I heard was the Joker saying. "Oh you'll do nicely, very nicely indeed."

A/N

I know I know it's really short, but it's good for a book that's been left alone for awhile, I hope to start updating my books fairly regularly.