Uh, well... Hi... ^/^'
This is a story inspired by the game "The Evil Within", in which you'll insert yourself.
I originally posted it on Wattpad, but then I discovered here and... Ya know, here it is.
I hope you people like it.
(Thank you XxUnwrittenxX ! You are awesome!)
~ Reader ~
"I told you to be quiet, you little bitch!" He slapped you across the face, causing you to stagger and fall to the side. You gasped when he pulled you up by the hair with tears streaming down your cheeks. "For all I care you can simply lay down and rot. You're a monster. A freak."
His voice began to fade as you grew aware of the pain you were feeling.
It was all a dream. One that you simply couldn't get out of! But the throbbing pain in your stomach was real. It was as if something was lacerating you from the inside. Slowly driving you mad...
"Stop crying!" The man screamed hitting your face against the floor and then pulling you back up again. His mouth was nearly touching your ear. "Look at her."
He forced you to look forward, to where a dead woman stood. She had [h/c] hair and was covered in blood. Her eyes were still open and seemed to be looking into yours, even though she was already dead. "Mother..." You said quietly.
"That's right. You killed her! It's all your fault.". The man let go of you and got up, walking to where a baseball bat was standing. He picked it up and walked back to where you were. Lifting the object right above your head, he aimed at your back.
Your eyes never left your mother's body, until you blacked out in a sudden pain...
"Hng..." You groaned and then screamed in horror. Desperate, you opened your eyes and stretched your head out of bed before throwing up at the floor. "Ah...!"
You didn't have time to think about the awful dream you just had. You slid out of bed, tripping at your own feet as you tried to reach the iron door. You threw up again, and fell to your knees feeling drained. It felt as if your organs were melting.
"S-someone... I need h-help... " Crawling you managed to get across the room and sat there with your back to the wall, right beside the door. You couldn't hear any voices at the corridor but you still knocked at the metal with all the strength you had left. Wondering about how long it would take until one of the carers at Beacon Mental Hospital noticed you crying for help.
"P-please... Help... Me..." You kept calling weakly. You should've known better than to trust Marcelo. Why would he just help you run away? He didn't even ask you for anything in return.
And you knew. Nobody would ever do a favor without wanting anything in return.
~ Tatiana ~
"I told you before, it's not like I can go down there whenever I want." The nurse was speaking secretively at the cellphone while walking down the long corridor. It was almost 2AM, so everything was calm and silent around the locked ward. "Didn't you hear me? Another two patients died from an unknown disease and Jimenez was the one caring for them. He keeps saying it's some kind of bacteria, but I doubt that."
She paced from one side to another whispering worriedly. She almost didn't noticed the light banging at the door beside her, but when she heard she approached it curious.
"I didn't see the bodies." She continued arching an eyebrow while taking the Patient's record that was beside the door. "They were covered... All I was able to see was the hand of one of the boys."
She took a look at the form;
'Patient 713'
[Your Name], 19 years old
'Record of strong schizophrenia and hallucinations. Patient is introverted and unstable.'
[Long record of subtle aggressiveness. Suspected for murder.]
"Look, I get it. But I know he's up to no good..." Tatiana peeked inside the room from the little observation window. It was dark but she had a glimpse of something wet and dark staining the white floor. " The nurse threw the form to the floor and switched the light on in the room. "I think it's happening again, I'll see what I can find about this and then contact you later."
As soon as she hung up she started searching her pockets for the emergency pager. And then she clicked a button before saying: "I need help! I think patient 713 is hurt, there's blood everywhere. I'm coming in."
Tatiana used her key-card to open the door. There was a loud click, and the knocking on the metal stopped. She fixed her gaze on the knob, and moving it smoothly she carefully opened the door.
The girl was laying on top of a pool of vomit and blood. Her [h/c] hair covered part of her face so the nurse couldn't see if she was awake or not.
"Wow..." She covered her mouth stepping inside. It was a disturbingly disgusting view but still she crouched down next to her. "What the hell happened to you?" She asked in a low voice as she observed the contrast of the girl's [s/c] skin with the red of blood.
Moving a lock of hair from the girl's face she noticed the darkened veins around her neck. "Poison, was it?" She touched her cheek with the tips of her fingers, the girl's skin was wet and cold. Her pulse was too weak now, and Tatiana wasn't sure if she would make it.
"W-water..." The girl's eyes fluttered and opened slowly. She had empty [e/c] eyes that didn't shine despite the bright white lights in the room. "[Your Name], can you hear my voice? Do you understand what I'm saying?"
Tatiana lifted the girl forcing her to sit and back up at the wall. She took her pulse once again, just to make sure she was still alive. 'Not for long, I would say...' She thought to herself right when two male interns came in. They had some kind of first aid kit and a hammock.
"We need to take her to a doctor..." She spoke, but was interrupted.
"You need to leave, Gutierrez. I'll take care of things here." She turned around and found Marcelo at the door. "Make sure to lock the inner gate when you leave."
Tatiana got up staring at him in utter annoyance. "What will you do to the girl?"
Marcelo indicated the door in silence, obviously tuning her out.
"I'll make sure she gets the treatment she needs." He signaled her to leave with his eyes, moving his mouth as to say she shouldn't interfere.
"Fine..." She said stomping out of the room and going down the corridor. She only turned to look back one time, and the men were already moving the girl's body out, going the other way. They had covered her with a sheet stained by blood, crimson droplets made a trail down the hall. 'Poor girl.' She thought fixing her glasses.
~ Reader ~
Everything looked like it was glowing in shades of red. There were silhouettes moving around you, mumbling things your brain could not process.
"Everything is going to be ok, [y/n]." You felt a hand in your neck. You'd recognize that voice anywhere. "You are going to be fine."
"M-Marcelo..." You felt a needle piercing your skin with a stinging sensation and soon the pain started to fade. But so did your consciousness.
...
"Quiet... Quiet... Quiet..." You whispered, trying to focus on something other than the fact that you couldn't move. Your heart was beating so hard in your chest it did hurt.
You felt strong hands around your legs and arms. "Stop screaming, you little bitch!" You repeated the exact words you heard before, in a low voice so just you could hear. And that somehow had the effect you needed over your body. You needed to stay calm.
'Why is that?' You wondered. The way those words kept running in your mind and the way they paralyzed your body was scary.
Suddenly the sound of steps came to a halt, and you noticed that the men carrying you had stopped. For a moment it was all silent, and you couldn't help but feel uncomfortable. You flapped your legs lightly when you heard the familiar sound of iron doors opening, the fresh scent of medicine and alcohol rushed through your face. 'Right, another night at the infirmary...'
"Here. I brought you another test subject." You heard Marcelo say and all the hands suddenly let you go."This will be the last one. I hope you understand."
You fell on your ribs, cringing in pain as your body collided with the cold floor. You coughed some blood, and after a brief moment you opened your eyes.
Rubbing your ribs slowly as you analyzed your surroundings you noticed that, wherever that place was it wasn't at Beacon Mental Hospital.
There were four men around you but you only recognized three of them. Doctor Jimenez and both his interns. The fourth man however, was knew to you.
"You call that a test subject?" He said. His voice was... imposing. But quiet.
"Like a silent thunder." You whispered, narrating an old poem you once read. "You can feel its power, but you can never hear its roaring."
"What is it talking about?" His clear eyes caught your attention immediately. They were like liquid silver, but had a glimmering to them that was quite like ice on fire. It was so beautiful... But that disgusted glare he was aiming at you, just annoyed you so much. "It looks like a walking corpse..."
"Ouch..." You muttered furrowing your brows. "Sharp as a knife, aren't we?"
He looked displeased, and you knew he had heard you. And you wondered what was he going to do about it.
"She may not look like it, but she have a strong mind." Marcelo touched your shoulder and pulled you by the hand, forcing you to get on your feet. You didn't bother trying to understand what he was talking about. All you cared about was the fact that that guy almost killed you. And the pain in your stomach was still there to remind you. "That's why I chose her. I'm pretty confident that she'll be the one to help us finish this project."
Your eyes wandered around the place while Jimenez continued. You still felt dizzy. "I'm sorry if she doesn't look well, though. I had to poison her before smuggling her out, so it might take a few days for her to recover."
"You've poisoned her?" That man had an arrogant air to his tone. He was wearing fine clothes but the right side of his face and body, as well as both his hands, were covered with bandages. His dark crimped lips draught a small smile, and he crossed his arms. "Did you really have to go this far? I'm sorry but I can't see you going through all this trouble just to bring me this."
"Yes, I had. We need to test the new model. Now that it's almost done, we only need to confirm if it works! So tell me. The two boys I brought to you last week, how are they?"
The blond man leaned against a wall next to him. "They're dead." He looked in your direction for a second and then back to Marcelo. "One of them died even before I connected him, and the other didn't make it through the first test."
You were simply walking around the room, there was a chair and one table in a corner. Papers and books were all over the place, but what caught your attention was a portrait of a black haired girl hugging a little boy. You sat at the chair and looked at the photo without touching it.
"So, I guess I'm going to die after all" you say without looking away from the photo. "I just hope you guys don't try to liquefy my stomach without warning me this time."
"Well, Ruvik... I'll leave [y/n] to you. Give her at least two days to recover before trying anything, or else she'll break just like the others." Marcelo handed him an envelope, and whispered something into the bandaged man's ear. "Good bye, miss [y/n]. It was a pleasure treating you."
While he and the interns left, the man called Ruvik opened the envelope. You saw the symbol of Beacon Mental Hospital, and imagined if it was your patient form.
"Hm..." He looked up at you sitting in his chair, and you noticed him frown. He looked disgusted. So you moved away from his desk and everything else. From that moment on, you decided it would be better to keep your distance from anything belonging to him.
"It looks like you're no longer alive." He said. But you just shrugged uninterested. "To the rest of the world you died yesterday due to an infection."
You looked him in the eyes. 'Little did he know about you being dead', you thought. And then said:
"I've been dead for quite some time now, sir." You walked in his direction, but stopped a few steps away. You knew you smelled like a decomposing body. He didn't have to smell that. "You see, I particularly don't care what you are going to do with me here. All I ask is for at least a bath. I'm feeling kind of lousy."
He had an unreadable countenance to himself. He looked so tranquil that it almost irritating.
'Ruvik... What a mysterious man' you thought as you stared at each other in silence.
"You doesn't seem to be mentally ill, so how did you get to the locked ward? Only the dangerous ones are locked in there."
You shrugged again.
"You see... This is a very long, very dramatic and very boring family story." You analysed your nails for a brief moment. "Which I'm not going to tell you. It's none of your business, so you don't need to know."
"Is that so?" He smirked and you watched as he moved away from the wall he was leaning on. He pointed at a door beside him. "Come." He said in a commanding voice.
There was something threatening in the way he walked... Something about his posture felt like he was a predator...
You hesitated. But ended up following him anyway.
~ Um... Hi, Una here! ~
I wanted to apologize for any errors.
I'm actually really scared to be writing in English (which is not my main language), so I thought it would be nice trying something wild&crazy like... Writing a The Evil Within fanfic.
This is sort of a Pilot chapter so... I want to see what will happen before publishing the next chapters.
I hope you enjoyed reading this.
Thanks!