Canon in D: Part Fourteen (PG-13)

[SilentBob173]

This is the last regular part of the story.
Enjoy.
Cheers.
Jason S


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Jack woke up in darkness. No, not darkness. He was blindfolded. His head hurt severely, and he felt dizzy and confused. He felt someone kick him in the side sharply.

“Wake up.”

“Where am I?”

He was kicked in the head. Unspeakable pain.

“Shut up.” The voice was very low and gravelly. It was very obviously electronically distorted to conceal his kidnapper’s identity.

He tried to move, but to no avail. He was lying on his back with his feet shackled, his legs tied together, and his arms tied to his side. He felt the shackles around his ankles move. He heard the rattle of a chain. All of a sudden he felt him self being pulled by the shackles. He was raised on a pulley until he was five feet off the ground hanging upside down by his feet.

“Now. This may be... a little painful.”

A gag was tied around his mouth. Then there was nothing. He sat for a few seconds in silence. He had begun to think that he had been left for the blood to rush to his head.

He then felt the burning searing pain in his side. A red hot poker was shoved into his abdomen and pressed into his flesh. His muffled screams of unspeakable pain did not cease his torturer’s action. After repeated pokes and prods in various parts of the body, it stopped. The tears ran up his forehead as he hung in the darkness.

Then he felt his shirt being torn open. Fear gripped him and he clenched his eyes shut, despite the fact that he couldn’t see anyway.

He then felt the hot pokers being pressed and held to both of his nipples.

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Jim Gordon sat watching the news. Two days ago, Jack Napier had gone missing. He sat thinking for a long time. He didn’t know that to think. Finally after a long debate with himself, he came up with a definite opinion to the situation.

“Oh crap.”

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He felt the chain give way, and he fell to the floor, landing the 5 foot drop on his head. He hoped that perhaps now, they would let him rest.

He then felt himself being dragged and picked up and slammed against the wall. Two hooks were placed under his arms. He was then raised up into the air. The hooks dug into his armpits as the carried him off the ground.

He heard a mechanical whir and he was moving forward. His fatigued suspended legs weakly flailed about. He stopped with a quick jut. He sat for a while. Then he felt himself being lowered.

He felt his shoes hit liquid. Then he didn’t feel his shoes anymore. Then he felt the liquid. Then he felt pain. He had been quickly dipped in and out up to the knees in acid.

It when on like that for quite some time. Until every last part of his body had been dipped in the corrosive liquid. His mind had been overloaded with pain. He could have never imagined this much pain in a million years. The only untouched portion of his body was his head. As he felt himself go upside down, he knew that would soon to be remedied.

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Barbara Gordon sat watching the news. Five days ago, Jack Napier had gone missing. She had mixed feelings over the situation. She felt sorry for her father and what stress this must be putting on him. She also felt very relieved that she had decided not to be in his place just yet.

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He couldn’t move without it hurting. His skin hadn’t been charred. He had only been dipped in for a half a second at a time. It was a sensation he seemed familiar with, but he couldn’t remember from where.

It hurt so much. It hurt to cry, but the pain was so overwhelming, he couldn’t help it. Then it went over the top, his body was dragged upon the floor, rubbing his new chemical burns, and he was once again hanging upside down by his feet. Unimaginable pain.

“Now. I know this has been hard on you. But there is something that you should see.”

He heard an electronic hiss. Then he heard the familiar sound of the needle going down a upon a spinning record. He was listening to a record player. Then the music came.

The Music.

Pachelbel’s Canon in D Major.

A painful smile crossed his lips, and at once, it almost seemed as if nothing bad had happened to him

“Now. Watch.”

A tug and a flash of pain as the blindfold was untied and draped off of his face. He looked to see his record player and his record collection of classical music. It was had kept him sane. His reason for living anymore.

A figure dressed from head to toe in black picked up a record, took it from it’s jacket and examined it.

“Ah. Beethoven’s Aeroica. Beautiful piece. Simply astounding.”

Without any warning they just flinged it into the wall, shattering it.

A look of fear wiped over his eyes. Oh no.

One after the other, the black discs fell in pieces upon the floor. The destruction was cruelly choreographed to the Pachelbel masterpiece that kept on playing. It was an evil dance that broke Jack’s soul into as many pieces as what laid upon the floor in black shards.

Then, after all the records were shattered. They turned towards the player, and pulled the Canon record off with a crude scratch.

Jack, doing his best to ignore the pain, violently shook his head and forth in muffled pleading. He began to tear, this time with emotion. He screamed through his gag, like a child, he pleaded. The tears came unfiltered now. He bawled like a baby.

And, with one swift move, Pachelbel shattered. So did Jack.

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Bruce Wayne sat watching the news. Ten days ago, Jack Napier had gone missing. He felt that he had failed. He knew what this would lead to. Frankly, he had failed. He got up from his seat and to the window and looked out at Gotham City. He had failed them all.

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A night had passed. He had passed out in pain and mental exhaustion. Now he stirred awake.

“Good Morning.”

He found that he wasn’t bound. He wasn’t blindfolded. He wasn’t gagged.

The pain from before had almost entirely vanished. He sat up. He realized he was sitting in a lavish bed. Not the floor, and not a cot. An expensive King Size bed. He got up and looked around. It looked like a normal bedroom.

“The mirror.”

He looked confused for a moment, then scared. He slowly made his way toward the mirror that sat upon a dresser. All the time, he grew more afraid.

He looked in the mirror and saw the toll that the acid bath had taken upon him. He saw it and screamed at his mind.

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Tim Drake sat watching the news. Two weeks ago, Jack Napier had gone missing. He didn’t want to think about it. He told Barbara he was going on patrol to get his mind off of things.

“Good luck, Tim.”

“Ha, what makes you think I need it?”

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The day after Jack Napier had gone missing; from outside of the Ace Chemical Processing Plant, screaming was heard.

Then laughter.

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-JS

[Nightwing]

Now we understand why this is going to eat into Bruce so deeply. Heck, not only where we left him, OR what Tim just decided to go do, OR what happened with Dick. That chapter was beautifully intense. One reason being we know where it's all going to lead, and I must say this prequal was excellently done.

Great job.

[SilentBob173]

Come on folks, you're killing me here. Besides, the sooner I get the feeling some people have read this, the sooner I post the Epilogue, which will tie everything into ROTJ, and also I have a very important announcement tied onto it. So, a little more feedback is appreciated.
Cheers.
Jason S

[Daughterof_Evil]

Bravo, my friend. Jack's tragic backwards transformation is so painful you can almost feel the agony he was in. Inserting momentary blips of character thought was great, it was just like in the beginning when Joker blew up Arkham. It leaves us with a very nice sense of continuity. I can't wait until the epilogue, but then that means the story's over!

[Susie]

"Ha, why do you think I'll need it?"

Well, Tim, I can name...ohhh...a couple reasons...first off, let me ask you a question: Do you value your sanity? If not, then hey, go have a great time patroling. If you do, then perhaps tonight would be a nice night to stay in and have a cup of coco

But, seriously, I love how you flip between characters and their situtations in each post. It creates a movie-type effect.

Post the epi soon, please!

[Panther]

Wow. That was intense, man! I love the flipping between characters, time, and space - it makes impact all that much harder. The Jeckel and Hyde thing made it all that much worse when Joker lost his sanity - again. Awful how this whole wonderful story leads to the tragedy of ROTJ. 1 question, and only one - who kidnapped and tortured Jack?

Later!