A/N: Hello and welcome to my 'info-fic', if you may, The Truth Within! So, this is a series of one-shots, describing what happened in the gruesome yet intriguing events of the life of Ruben Victoriano, better known as Ruvik. The first chapter is about how the AlterEgos were made in Ruvik's mind. Enjoy!
Disclaimer: I do not own any part of the Evil Within, including characters, plot or the overall game.
Chapter 1: AlterEgo
It was early morning. Ruben, with all the wound dressings off of his terribly burned body, went to the shower that the hospital provided during his stay. He ran the cool water and stepped under it. His body automatically adjusted to the temperature, his hypothalamus failing to do it's job in regulating his body temperature. The hospital provided so many things like a bedroom, a workroom and private services. Today was the first day of testing for the STEM device. It was his first big accomplishment that he would be recognized by. But he didn't want the public to know who he was yet. To remain unknown by the public was easy, but to remain unseen by the public was unyielding. He turned off the cool water and dried himself carefully, being sure not to snag his skin. He stepped out of the bathroom and stood in front of the mirror. He looked at his nude body in disgust. he had a nice body, muscular and lean. The burns he wore were like the crown upon a king, they'd follow him in life and even in death. he dressed the wounds hastily, tired of looking at the eternal and haunting memory of that day. He pulled his clothing over his body, the pure white button-up shirt sliding over his arms with ease and the black dress pants completing the outfit. he slid on his dress shoes and opened the door. The hallways were empty accept for one figure that rounded the corner quickly. he gave chase in curiosity. When he rounded the corner, the figure stepped inside a door. He walked towards it and stepped inside, seeing his lab partner, Marcelo Jimenez, in his white lab coat. He turned around, a smile on his aged face.
"Ruben, you're up early, aren't you?" Ruben walked towards the man's side and strode with him to the STEM room, otherwise known as the testing room.
"I couldn't wait to start the testing, Jimenez. it's come to my knowledge that we have new subjects, correct?' He asked. Jimenez held the door for Ruben as he stepped inside the room. He saw multiple people unconscious and on multiple separate beds. They were all wearing the white hospital uniform with the little, black logo on the chest.
"Oh, believe me when I say this, Ruben, I was almost desperate to start." Ruben laughed at the man's comment and walked over to one of the subjects. It was a boy, in his teens, lying there, his skin pale and flushed. His lips were a deep red and chapped.
"Who are the subjects we're using, Marcelo?" he asked, stroking the boy's onyx hair.
"Um.. I believe that these are the patients from A-7."
'DID subjects? dissociative identity disorder?" Jimenez nodded. "I don't think that this will work, Marcelo. Maybe something with one personality?"
"Nonsense, Ruben! It's perfectly fine, It's perfectly fine, it will work!" He urged. Ruben shook his head and poured water on the boy's head. He gasped awake and started flailing. He stepped away from the boy as he continued to spasm. He calmed down after a while allowing Ruben to grab him. He was a panting mess in his arms as he was placed into a cell. He placed the electrode into the base of his neck, making him scream. He flailed vigorously making the electrode dive further into his neck. Ruben held him down, already knowing that it was too late. He was dead. A small wave of grief washed over him as one tear pricked at the corner of his eye. He sniffled slightly, inhaling the cold and dry air. Marcelo put a hand on Ruben's numb shoulder in condolence. He walked to another subject's table and repeated the same process as earlier.