Arkham City Poison Ivy Novels & Stories

“To honor her.” My throat bobbed painfully, and I couldn’t find the words to respond. I simply walked forward, sinking onto the stool beside Ivy’s bed. The sight of her body, lying so still, was nearly too much to bear. Her skin, once full of life and warmth, had taken on a strange pallor, starting to decay. Patches of gray and purple spread across her arms and neck, the venom already working its way through her system. Her body was sweaty, the scent of her decay mixing with the faint, lingering smell of pumpkin spice—the scent that had always intoxicated me.

Once we were out of the room, he took off his mask and I did the same. "Why does that place smell terribly of yellow wolfsbane?" I asked as I took in the slightly fresh air that hadn't been contaminated with the stench of the poison. "We found the bottle in her cupboard like her parents had said but it seemed like someone else had gone in there to tamper with it," Selah. "How?" "That bottle is crazily concentrated with poison ivy and yellow wolfsbane, a very dangerous compound. If she had taken it in the bathroom, she would have been paralyzed instantly. She wouldn't have been able to cross the threshold of her bathroom."

***** Nadia's POV I was with Scarlet in her room, we were busy catching up on lost times and I could feel myself happy and forgetting all of my troubles. Somehow scarlet has a way of making one forget about their sorrows. So how have things been here since I left?” “Nothing much, just the normal routine happenings, although Ivory has been asking a lot of questions about you,” she said “Who is Ivory?” I questioned ransacking my brain for anyone bearing that name. “The chef, remember her, you have seen her before” “Yeah, I remember” my uncle spy, I can't believe she has not been caught. How she has been able to keep a low profile in enemy territory is worth awarding.

Yuni spoke in a dark tone, “Soon, the company will have a team-building trip. I heard that it’s been arranged some time ago. We’ll be heading to the hot springs in the mountains of Mauve City. There are many bugs in the mountains during this season. There will definitely be an electric mosquito repellent in each room.” “There’ll be many people by then. We just need to make a few arrangements, avoid the surveillance cameras, and change the solution in the electric mosquito repellent in Jocelyn’s room. That’s half of it. Once she plugs the electric mosquito repellent into the socket, the solution will get vaporized throughout her room, and the toxic gas will kill her. Many toxic gases are colo

Discarded Yale Hockey merchandise, empty water bottles, and what appears to be at least three different shades of blue face paint smeared across various surfaces. Americus kicks her feet in the air with enough enthusiasm to rattle her bed frame. "Legitimately the best night of my entire college career so far. Yale hockey remains undefeated, Liam is obviously completely smitten with our dear Riley here, and me? I was absolutely radiant. I swear half the hockey team tried to buy me drinks, which would have been more impressive if I actually drank anything stronger than sparkling cider." I groan and attempt to burrow deeper into my pillow fortress.

Poor Dad. I headed out the door. “If anyone asks, I’m going for a run.” “If you find some poison ivy, let me know. I have an idea for it!” Mina shouted behind me. I stopped at the door. “Are you insane? You can’t make products with poison ivy! Most people are allergic to the stuff!” Mal shrugged. “We have an idea.” “The chemicals in the plant can be extracted so that we can dilute it to cause minor irritation, but not a full fledged attack,” Mina explained. “I read online that some people are even using it to treat pain.”

Something small and metallic glinted briefly in the dim light, catching the edge of a passing streetlamp. “No,” Ivy whispered, the word tearing out of her before she could stop it. The driver pressed it once. A sharp hiss exploded into the confined space of the car. White mist burst into the air, thick and fast, swallowing the space between them in seconds. It burned as soon as Ivy inhaled, an acrid, chemical sting that clawed down her throat and set her lungs on fire. She coughed violently, chest seizing, her free hand flying to her mouth as panic surged. Her eyes watered instantly, vision blurring as the mist wrapped around her like a suffocating veil.

But then the healer added, “However, we found traces of a dangerous poison in her stomach. We managed to flush most of it, but it’s going to take time so we'll need to monitor her closely.” Poison. The word echoed through my skull like a gunshot, louder than anything else the healers had said. It ricocheted around in my mind, shattering any sense of control I had left. Poison. Ivy had been poisoned. One by one, the healers filed out of the room in silence, leaving me standing there like a statue. My hands were still clenched. My jaw locked. I couldn't breathe, couldn't think past the storm crashing through me. I watched them leave, and still, it didn’t feel real.

Ivy Thornfield strolled into our space, her inner circle following close behind like a pack of wolves. She wore the exact same violet-blue uniform, but on her, the color looked dead, drained of any light. Her friends fanned out in a semi-circle, their faces twisted into identical smirks. "Using children for publicity now, Lumira?" Ivy sneered, stopping close enough that I could smell the heavy scent of her rose perfume hiding something sour underneath. "It is a bit desperate, even for you. What is next, passing out bread to the peasants in the lower districts?"

I asked him still pointing my gun at him. "N-no," He replied hesitantly and that's when I knew how right I am. "This is Potassium Chloride. If a high dose of this bottle is injected into someone's vein at a rapid speed, the person could go into cardiac arrest and eventually die within minutes without anyone knowing about the actual cause," The horror on everyone's face was too transparent after I told them what this little jar could possibly do to one person. My reaction was worse than that because I knew what would have happened if we were even a minute late.