AN: Haiiiii and welcome to my story, I have to warn you that english is not my native language and I'm not an overly experinced writer. The POV in this story will always be 3rd person unless stated otherwise. Please leave a comment and let me know if you like the story. Enjoy!

Singing an old melody from her home a young girl danced around in her small downtown apartment with a mop painted red by the liquid coating the dark brown carpet. The salesman that she bought it off swore that it was over 200 years old but she didn't believe him, he was dressed in dirty old rags and she could see the small home he had built for himself using cardboard boxes just a few meters behind his stand. He looked desperate enough to say anything, maybe the carpet is 200 years old as the man said or maybe it's a 20 days old one that he picked up from a local dumpster. To be honest with herself it wasn't even a nice carpet, it is a quite unattractive brown colour with multiple stains and tears but she too was desperate.

It was only a question of time before the police showed up and knocked her door down but Danielle wasn't worried. It was getting quite boring by now living a normal life. She wasn't made for a normal quiet life, she's always known that.

The girl ventured over to the utility closet and grabbed a bottle of cheap bleach that she had shoplifted from a small store just around the corner. She plopped down on her knees on the bloody carpet, mopping had done little to the mess that she had made. She could feel the wet liquid slosh when her clothed knees made contact with the damp carpet, great, now she has bloodstains on her knees.

With a heavy sigh she starts scrubbing the floor with a sponge full of bleach, she'd never get these stains out. "I swear to god I am the stupidest person alive, I should have just killed them in the forest"

Standing up again after a few minutes of intense scrubbing she walks into her bedroom and casually kick Robert II in the foot on the way there. A small giggle could be heard from the tired yet high on adrenaline girl when the foot limply fell back on the floor. Changing out of the bloodstained old clothes she put on a big fuzzy orange sweatshirt and a pair of jeans with holes on the knees. She figured that she might as well get used to wearing orange since she's going to wear it all the time for the foreseeable future. Danielle dubbed this the 'try to get rid off the bodies before the police arrives' outfit or the 'I'm trying to look innocent so my punishment will be lessened' outfit.

Walking back to the small and almost vacant living room barefoot was an unpleasant experience, apparently wearing socks was not part of whatever plan her overthinking mind had put together during her change. The carpet was still wet and sticky and Danielle swear that she gave herself at least 10 shocks, though now she was quite happy that she had decided to skip socks since there is not a lot of things that are worse than wearing socks and walking on a liquid. "Hmm, I can be quite smart sometimes" She praises herself outloud.

Heavy running steps outside her door capture her attention.

"Shit! They're early" She curse, sprinting towards Robert's friend because there wasn't enough of Robert left to grab. "If this doesn't have the effect I want then I don't know what I'll do with myself.

She grabs Robert's friend Tym by his feet and begins to drag him across the floor when the police burst into the room. Dropping his feet she puts her hands up with the best deer in the headlight look she can make. Getting down on her knees she just can't help it, this situation was just so funny. It was a long shot anyways, who can look innocent while dragging a mutilated body across a blood filled carpet with another dismembered body laying a very small distance away.

"Why so serious?" She wheeze out between breaths.

"She's going to Arkham, she's insane" One of the officers tells another taking up his phone, punching in the number to what she assume is Arkham Asylum. Which unluckily for them was exactly where she wanted to end up. Nothing would dishonour her mother more than her ending up in an asylum for the criminally insane, especially after having murdered her boyfriend and his friend.

"I am NOT insane, I know exactly what I'm doing" The girl growl out, she hated being called insane and crazy. While it was her intention to be admitted to the asylum she would preferred if they didn't label her as crazy because she wasn't even close to whatever definition of crazy they operated on. Besides it was rude and she doesn't like rude people.

Two police officers approach her with caution as if they were approaching a feral animal. Deciding to humour them she snaps her teeth at them. The officer on her right suddenly lunges at her and before she know it she's tasting her carpet. Just to her luck she landed straight in a puddle of blood, she'd never get that blood out of her hair. The police officer twisted her arms behind her back and cuffed her before hauling her up to her feet.

"Hey! Gentle" She calls over her shoulder at the officers as they roughly push her out the door and to one of their cars. Not even giving her a 'watch your head' they push her into the car and slam the door.

"It's going to be a bumpy ride" Danielle sing out as she notice that they didn't buckle her in.

By now twenty minutes of non stop road tripping had passed and Danielle did not appreciate how they treated her. They hadn't buckled her in so she was being flung around in every direction and the metal cuffs were digging into her sore wrists. In a silent protest against her unfair treatment Daniele took every chance she could to annoy the officers driving her to her would be home. She was bouncing around in the back, out of tune with how the car bumped and moved on the road, making the car bounce and making the driver having a difficult time driving the car. Of course the officers had yelled at her to sit down, more than 5 times the last 10 minutes to be precise but until they uncuff her Danielle would not stop.

Making a particularly high jump she can feel the whole car shake as she comes back down. Belting out the lyrics to an annoying old swedish song she can almost see steam coming out of the officers' ears. The officer driving makes the car come to a sudden stop making Danielle fall into the seat in front of her. Pouting with a sore nose she settles down while glaring at the two.

When the officers realise that she was only trying to get a rise out of them they turned volume on the radio up until they couldn't hear her anymore and Danielle was quickly growing bored of rocking the car. The music was hurting her ears but since she was still cuffed she couldn't cover them. Now bored out of her mind and with her ears hurting she lay her head on the cold window, closes her eyes and tries to dream herself to a better place.

A short time skip

A sharp knock on the window she was leaning on wakes her up and she sleepily glare at the culprit. If she wasn't cuffed she would rub her eyes to get the sleep out of them but since she was in fact cuffed she had to settle with blinking and looking like a newly waked toddler.

The officer that drove them to wherever they were was standing outside of the car and slowly open her door slowly, watching her and waiting for her to make any sudden moments. When she doesn't move he yank open the door and pulled her out of the car by her arm. Danielle almost fall over when she finally stand on her own feet again but she quickly steadied herself, that car trip had made her body very stiff.

The car was parked outside of a dark, intimidatingly big building that looked more like one of those horror houses that litterated the roads on halloween than it did an asylum. The asylum was surrounded by a high fence with a barb wire on the top and a thick forest waiting outside of it. The leaders sure knew how to pick a location for their corrupted organisation. Craning her neck she can faintly see the big open gates with green crooked letters on top of it spelling out 'Arkham Asylum'.

She let out a short cackle frightening the guards and driver surrounding her and they give each other weird looks before looking at her. She was still staring at the gate with a strange sort of fascination in her eyes.

The big entrance doors open and out comes five guards all dressed in the standard blue guard uniform. Before leaving her in their care one of the police officers uncuff her before cuffing her hands together in front of her this time.

"You really brought me to Arkham" she states to one of her guards and he nods absentmindedly at her as he fumbles around with the chains connecting to her handcuffs. She was to be brought in like some sort of animal.

The guards working in Arkham had a bad reputation, they were pictured as these big, buff scary guys who weren't afraid to use more force than necessary when handling the patient. But Danielle could not see any of that in her guards, they were most likely new but still. They weren't very scary looking and they all screamed insecurity and if they could she was sure they would curl into a tight ball and cry. This was what Arkham thought would be enough to potentially force her into the asylum. She would break them like twigs if they tried but she was going to be a good girl.

The guard with a horrible buzz cut gives a sharp tug at her chains urging her to move forward and into the building. If she listens closely she can almost hear the screams and laughter of the other inmates there but she couldn't be sure. She did after all imagine things quite often.

"Tell me, guardie" she begins " Would you kill to save a life?" They were too uptight and she figured that talking could get them to loosen up a bit.

"Would I what?" He asks slightly turning his head giving her a fleeting look before turning back around, clearly very uncomfortable at the question.

"Kill to save a life" she repeated herself slightly little annoyed. One of her biggest pet peeves was repeating herself, that and annoying people.

"I don't know, I suppose so" Is his response.

Shaking her head side to side she giggles at his answer, weren't they supposed to be the good guys. Saving people is what they do, not saying that bad people can't do that too. The term bad people are too loosely used though, she thinks. You could be the "goodest" person alive one day and a bad person the next. All it took was one bad day. So she did not think there truly were bad people. That's a lie. She knows there's some bad people out there but the term is truly used too much for it to have a meaning.

She stop giggling and swiftly turns to a guard on her right before almost predatorily smiling at him.

"Tell me, would you kill to prove you're right?" she asks him slowly and she truly hope his answer is not as boring as the other one.

"Lady shut up" he growls out and strangely enough she suddenly craves some good steaming potatoes. She's a very forgiving person though so she forgives him for being rude but next time she might have to channel her inner Hannibal Lecter.

Losing herself in her thoughts giggling and laughing she doesn't notice that they've entered the glooming building before the heavy oak door slams behind them. The slam also alerts the lady behind the mahogany desk of their arrival. She has a kind smile on her face as she greets my guards before she sees me. Then her kind smile falls and her eyes widen dramatically and she resemble more of a bug than an old lady. The old lady shakily but efficiently start typing on her clearly outdated computer before asking buzz cut guard what Danielle's name was.

"Danielle Edkvist" he tells her with a really horrible pronunciation of the evidently foreign last name.

"And how do you spell that" she asks him while avoiding eye contact with the girl. She simply throw the bug lady a sweet innocent smile.

"E-D-K-V-I-S-T" He emphasizes the T and she quickly types it before telling the guards where to put the new patient. Cell 23 on floor 2. The group of guards share a wary look before shrugging and start walking to a stairway left of the reception.

They walk through a waiting room full of what was supposed to be nice furniture. Ratty old sofas occupied the floor and bug eaten carpets dressed the floor in a sea of sickly yellow. A forgotten basket of toys sit in one corner with small cars spread around it. It's been a while since anyone's been in that room. A thought of her mom briefly enters Danielle's mind but she dismiss it and instead focus on her surroundings.

They take her down many different hallways all of them either grey or white. They pass many doctors and such, all dressed in hospital white who all stare at her as subtly as they could as they hurried past the company.

A door slams open in a corridor to her left and two guards step outside, grabbing her attention. They seemed to be waiting for someone, an important someone based on their tense posture. Absentmindedly walking with the guards she just briefly see a man with toxic green hair walking out the door with his back turned to her.

Turning her head away from the man Danielle tries to memorize the path they were taking. The staircase to the left, a right turn, a left turn, left again then right and now they were taking down the corridor to the left. She knew that she'd forget this when she stopped thinking about it, her memory wasn't very good.

Walking up to a heavy steel door, one of her guards punch in a code and with a loud buzz they open the door to her new home. Loud screaming and yelling could now be heard as she stepped through the door. There were 10 cells in this ward, she wouldn't have to share because she was considered a great risk to other patients. She doubted she'd get any yard time or cafeteria privileges anytime soon. Her guards pushed her inside her cell, first to the right after releasing her of her restrictions.

And that's the first chapter of the new version of His queen. Hope you liked it, love y'all