《The Joker's Daughter》Fight
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Arika's Pov
All i feel is pain. W-what's happening to me. Robin, Robin where are you? All i could see is the darkness. I want Robin. I want to see him. No more pain, please. Someone help me, Robin please help me. "ARIKA WAKE UP! FIGHT IT!" Artemis?
No it's Robin? Is that you? I....I....I can't.
I moved my arm a little and a huge wave of pain came. "AAAARRRRRRGGGGGGHHHHHH!!!!" Suddenly there i was in front of me.
She look like me but i know she isn't me. "Arika, you have to listen to your father and mother."
Her voice sounded just like me.
I shook my head no. "I don't want to. I don't want to kill Robin, I don't want to kill, I don't want to be evil! I just want to be with Robin." Tears fell off my cheeks as i lay there trying not to move.
"You have to."
"No." Her face turned into a raged rhino.
"DO IT!" Her voice changed into a demonic voice.
I flinched when she spoke. I thought of Robin. He told me to fight it but i can't. How can i fight with myself? Robin please be fine. I'll try for you. "No." I started to get up.
Trying to ignore the pain that kept coming. I gritted my teeth and dealt with the pain. This is for Robin and the others.
"YOU DARE DISOBEY ME!"
"Yes." I ran at her with determination in my eyes.
I jump up and kick her in the head. She grab my leg before i could even hit her. She slam me into the ground. Pain is all i could feel. She raise me up again and slam me to the floor once more. My brain hurts like hell and i can barley feel my limbs. I try to stand up but i couldn't. My vision is blurry from the impact i took. Pain, pain, pain, pain. That's all i have in my mind. Then a picture of Robin smiling popped into my head. I stood up almost falling. My vision cleared. I ran at her again feeling more power coming into me. I raise my hand to punch her. She stood there in a blocking pose. The pain started to go away and i felt strength returning to me. I made impact with her and then my hand has a blue glow. I saw her eyes widen in fear and i just kept pushing. I manage to take down her arms and i punch her in the face making her fly off. I ran to where she land and kick her stomach making her roll a good 10ft. She stood in a crawling position. *cough, cough, cough, cough* She coughed blood. She spit the rest of the blood in her mouth to the floor and try to get up. I ran to her and grab her collar raising her up to my eye level.
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"Are you done?" I ask She nodded her head no.
I slam her face to the ground making a small crater on the black ground. She stays there not moving. I grab her hair and once again raised her to my eye level. Her face didn't look like me anymore. Her face all bruised and cut. She reminds me of well me. Yes she is me but at the same time she isn't. She just looks like me. "Are you done?" I asked again
"No"
I punch her in the stomach. Making her gasp. I punch her again and again and again and again. I look at her. A pain expression on her face. I smile and kept punching her again and again. A giggled escaped my lips and i stop. Tears falling off her face. I let go and stare at my hands. I look where i drop her and she wasn't there anymore. I look around and all i could see is darkness.
"I-I-I've become my father." My hands shaking wildly and tears escaping my eyes. I'm crazy just like them. No, no, no, no, no. I can't.
"Well you are." I look behind me and there i was again but she didn't look injured.
"No"
"Yes you are." The voice came from a different direction. I look to the right and saw another me.
"NO!" I screamed
"Then why are you talking to yourself?" I look to my left and saw another me. My eyes widen. Why am i talking to myself?
"I-I'm not crazy." I didn't sound confident.
"Then why is there doubt in your voice?" I turn around and there i was. Another me. Four me's around me. What's going on?
"Please stop. Please" I crouched down and cover my ears with my hands and close my eyes.
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"Your crazy." The first one said.
"Your crazy."
"Your crazy."
"Your crazy"
"STOP!" It's quiet. I open my eyes and saw that they aren't here. There stood Robin.
"R-r-robin." I stood up and hugged him. I stay hugging him burring my face into the crook of his neck.
Arika, you have to stay strong. Fight. Come out. I need you." I look at Robin.
"I don't know how. Please help me." I said. My head still in the crook of his neck.
"Arika, You thought of those "yous". You made them and you, yourself can destroy them."
I let go of Robin and took a step back. "Were they all just my imagination?"
"Yes." He said
"Does this mean your not real?" I asked
"Yes and no. I am outside, the real me but in here i am not." Then when i blinked he was gone.
"Robin? ROBIN!?" Tears wanted to escaped my eyes but i know there's no use in crying.
"Ok, i just need to get out." I close my eyes and took a deep breathe. I kept doing that felling nothing and seeing nothing but darkness.
I felt something cold on my hands. I open my eyes and saw cement. I look around and saw my parents fighting my friends.
"Your all ok." I said almost above a whisper.
Then i see Robin running. His head. Blood trickle down his head. I look in shock in what happen to Robin. They did this. I started to raise from the ground. I didn't care. I look at where my parents are. Anger filled my eyes. They will pay for everything.
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