Escape the Night: Wicked Hallucinations
A/N: Hello to the ETN fans out there! So, as promised, I'm posting today since I won't be able to update tomorrow like normal due to a morning shift at the movie theater. Anyway, I hope you all had a grand St. Patrick's Day yesterday, providing you do celebrate it, and shortly after I post this, I will post the first chapter as well.
Read, review, and enjoy!
Disclaimer: I don't own anything from Escape the Night. I just own any and all characters that I just happen create.
PROLOGUE: TRUE INSANITY?
At the Rancho Los Amigos Hospital in the 1920s, a Dr. Price was hard at work, treating his patients with his new electric shock therapy, and he believed that he could cure them of their insanity with his new treatment.
So far, he'd had some success with some of his patients, making improvements with each patient, and he was ready to try it on a particular patient.
Presently, Dr. Price was in his office with one of his more disturbed patients, a man named Vincent Wells, who had dark hair, dark eyes, and he was suffering from what he called visions that were filled with some very disturbing images that had resulted in at least one person dying because of one of his more violent visions.
Right now, Vincent was strapped to a chair on one side of the desk with wires running from the pads that'd been placed on his arms to a machine next to Dr. Price, and every time he failed to answer the way that the doctor wanted him to answer, he received an ever-increasing electrical shock.
After adjusting the voltage on the machine, Dr. Price held up a Rorschach test that to some would think it was a bat, but Vincent was seeing something else altogether. "Now then, what do you see?"
"A house built by evil," Vincent answered. "Devouring them- AAHH!" He screamed when the doctor pushed a button and an electric shock was sent through the wires and into his body. After the electricity was turned off, he slumped in the chair, gasping and wheezing from the pain of the electric shock.
Setting the paper down, Dr. Price picked up a different one and showed it to his patient. "What about this one?" he asked, showing him what some would say looked like a mountain goat.
"It's a monument of cursed mass," Vincent answered, "and the one in the center is a human butcher-" he panicked when the doctor reached for the button. "Wait, please-" He screamed again when an another electrical shock shot through him, and when it stopped, he nearly face-planted on the desk. "Please stop," he pleaded, looking up at the doctor while panting and sweat was beading across his forehead by this point. "I'm telling you the truth. It's what I see."
"But it's not what is real," Dr. Price snapped, refusing to believe what his patient was seeing as truth, and he didn't notice that Vincent was eying a nearby knife that was on the table. "You're hallucinating. When you came in here, you thought you saw a man being eaten by a demon, so you pushed him into oncoming traffic."
Vincent glared at the doctor. "You weren't there," he growled, regretting what he'd done to that man, but when he had a vision, he didn't really have any control over what he did while in its' grips. "I'm telling you the tru-" and he screamed when the button was pushed once again, the electricity coursing through his body until it was stopped, and he slumped in the chair, wheezing from the pain once again.
"We can do this as long as it takes," Dr. Price said sadly, turning up the voltage on the machine to a much higher setting, and he was unaware that the patient was freeing himself from the chair. "What do you see with this one?" he asked, turning back and raising another test.
Vincent, however, grabbed the knife and stabbed the doctor in the chest before fleeing the room, and later the sanatorium itself, somehow avoiding the security guards that were looking for him.
Leaving the city far behind, Vincent ran barefooted through the night, avoiding the roads, and made his way through the woods until he came upon a certain estate with a certain house. He ran across the grounds and up the stairs until he was on the front porch.
It was only when Vincent stopped to catch his breath that he got a good look of the place and he somehow was able to recognize it.
"I know this place," he whispered and then he went inside, unaware that this house had it's own evil plans for him.
A/N: Of course this was during the early days of electric shock therapy, which has improved since that time that this takes place. Poor Vincent, I hate what the house ends up doing to him. R&R everyone!
