Started With a Riddle (Under Some Major Construction)

Chapter 1: Scarecrow Wants to Play

MONDAY 6:30 AM

God how I hate mornings and how they lead to me running off to school. Let's just not discuss what happens later on in the morning, right now I'd like to focus more on what my mom is making me for breakfast! I stretch and get out of bed, looking around for what to wear. I ran to the bathroom with some fuzzy pink slippers on because I knew that floor was gonna be cold.

I took a nice semi-long shower, using products full of the scent of strawberry because you can't go wrong with that fruit. When I stepped out I wrapped myself in a soft robe and walked over to my dresser in the bedroom. I grabbed some undergarments, threw them on, and ran into my closet to find some clothes for the day. I threw on some black jeggings and a grey thermal, it was pretty cold outside. I put on my socks not of the same color though and then some all black platform sneakers.

I threw on a fuzzy black sweater and ran downstairs for some breakfast. I went into the dining room and sat down scrolling through memes as I waited for my mom to serve me some food. Mostly just old and overused memes here and there.

"Hey, mom! What's for breakfast?", I yelled trying to see if she'd hear me.

"I made you pancakes!", she said walking in with a plate. She set it down with a cup of orange juice and went back into the kitchen. They smelled so good! Piece after piece was stuffed into my mouth, nothing was going to be spared this morning! As I was getting up I chugged all the juice and ran back upstairs to grab my backpack.

I looked around spotting it in a corner of the room. It was all leather with little bat wings, I threw it on and grabbed my keys and phone. It was barely seven thirty in the morning and I had plenty of time to walk to school. I towel dried my hair and ran downstairs saying bye to my mom as I walked out the door. I walked for a while until one of my friends asked me for a ride.

Her name is Vanessa and she was one of the rich kids in town, she had a new car almost every month and she never wore the same thing twice. She's like the forgotten Chanel that was never mentioned in Scream Queens. But enough about Vanessa, back to the boring school day. When we arrived at school I said bye to her and ran to class to claim my seat in the back corner of the room. My close friend Richard was texting me, asking if I wanted to hang out after school.

Me having nothing else to do said yes to the offer. And as class time went by I drew stupid things on my desk and ended up playing tic tac toe with myself.

MONDAY 3:00 PM

When the bell rang I waited for the herds of kids to get out of the halls so that I wouldn't be trampled. And since I was just gonna hang out with Richard I took my time making my way to the front of the school. I checked to see if Richard was around and while I did I could hear footsteps coming closer and closer from behind.

"Well if it isn't the school whore! How many bathroom stalls did you clean yourself up in today?", a girly voice asked. I turned around only to be blinded by the massive amount of highlighter and hairspray shining off Emerson's stupid head, her minions by her side. She's one of the popular girls at school and she's grown a hatred for me, god knows why. She always looks at me like I'm a freak of nature with an extra finger and a high IQ. I turned back around and continued to look for Richard. He usually doesn't take this long after all he only has one college class today.

"Are you ignoring me? You can't ignore me, do you even know who I am? I'm Emerson Minton! Heiress to the Minton fortune! I can get your whole family banned from this city through one phone call!", she yapped. I ignored her and spotted Richard a couple of feet away talking to some guys. I started walking towards him only to be pulled back by the hair on my head. "You're asking for it now you blonde bitch!"

I struggled in her grasp, the painful sensation spreading from my scalp throughout my whole body. "Let me go!", I cried trying to get my hair out of her hand. She pulled harder and I fell to the ground. As she dragged me by the hair I tried to kick at her but her slaves held me down.

"Hey! Let go of her!", a familiar voice cried out as footsteps came closer. Emerson was pushed away releasing my hair as she fell into a shrub. "L are you okay?! What did she do to you?" I was fine, no damage was really done besides a headache I'd have scheduled for later from the tugging on my hair. Emersons minions ran after their master to help her out the shrub. "I'm fine, really."

"Are you sure?", he asked helping me up and handing me my backpack. I nodded and walked off campus with him over to the parking lot. "Well here, take this we're still hanging out right?" He handed me a helmet.

"Of course, Emerson can't kill my mood that easily. Let's go grab something to eat.", I smiled putting the helmet on. He smiled back at me before putting a helmet on as well. We climb onto his motorcycle and rode off to the center of the city.

MONDAY 3:34 PM

When we arrived there was an amber alert on our phones startling the both of us as we removed our helmets. It was a message warning everyone within the area of a villain attacking businesses and terrorizing citizens. That guy who goes by 'Scarecrow' was running amuck near us but us being teenagers shrugged it off and went on with our day. "Burgers?"

"Yeah, I could go for a burger right now.", I answered walking to the place famous for selling the best burgers one could ever taste.

"Go find a table I'll order for the both of us." Richard pushed me towards the booths and walked over to the counter. I just picked the booth in the front with the window looking out. While looking out to make sure Richard's motorcycle was fine I threw my backpack down next to me and checked my phone.

An update on the Scarecrow's whereabouts was sent out, he was a block away now which was something concerning in my opinion but the odds of him coming to where I am are slim.

"Okay I got a cheeseburger and some chili fries for myself, for you I ordered a bacon burger and a side of onion rings." Me being a paranoid person threw my wallet at Richard while looking out the window to check if the Scarecrow was within my line of vision. "What's up? Don't tell me you're afraid of the Prince of Panic!"

I knew he was joking around but then again this was something serious, we were in danger from just being within his reach. And the awful truth was we'd be his next victims, he was just walking in the middle of the road dragging a pitchfork behind him until coming to a stop. If I had just gone on with my day like normal we wouldn't have shared a glance and maybe he wouldn't have come towards us. Slowly coming towards the window he brought his pitchfork up preparing to smash the glass. "Get down!" Richard yelled pulling me underneath the table.

"Hiding won't change a thing! When I find a potential guinea pig I capture them no matter what!" I could tell he was standing on the table, his pitchfork rasping against the table. Looking around magically Richard had disappeared within seconds. I was stuck beneath a table and frightened to death. "Such a simple hiding spot! Don't you think?" He chuckled while cutting through my jeggings and piercing my skin with one of the tynes on his weapon.

"Let go of me!", I cried kicking him away only harming me more since he was really the one in control, going further into my leg with his pitchfork. My body ached and begged me to just give up but I wasn't having any of that, knowing full well how dangerous the city is I'm going to have to learn self-defense. Testing out how strong I am so far on this sorry excuse of a villain.

"Sweetheart you can fight it all you want but you're coming with me." Although he was wearing what I believe to be a potato sack on his head I could tell he was smirking. He reached into his pocket and pulled out a syringe, something of a disgusting shade of yellow was inside and I was not trying to find out what it could do. "You seem tense, how about some medicine?" Quivering in fear I was unable to move, his arm reached over to me and in went the needle.

The last thing I heard as everything started to fade was a sickening cackle.