Disclamer:

I'm only going to say this once.

I don't own anything.

Only certain aspects of the plot.

This is slightly based off of the games Haunting Ground and Clock Tower 3.

The Suffering of The Others

Chapter One. Wake Up.

It was her first day at her job as a secretary. The 19 year old Namine Hamilton was just returning home from work, walking of course. She couldn't afford a car yet. She was quite the material girl. Putting all of her money into clothes, barely having enough to pay the bills.

Namine neared her apartment, which was about a 15 minute walk. Completely exhausted, she sluggishly opened the door and walked in. She changed out of her work suit and put her flaxen hair into a ponytail. She trudged to the phone and checked her messages.

"Message one."

Her mom's voice came on to the machine sounding panicky.

"Nam, dear! It's your mother. I was just wondering how you were doing. I know you work today, but if you could, give me a call. I've been worried about you ever since you moved out. Well I hope I'll hear from you. I love you! Bye!"

Namine sighed and rolled her eyes. She moved out 3 months ago and couldn't escape a call from Mom once a day. Ever since her father was murdered, her mom was quite anxious about Namine not being around. She picked up the phone and dialed her mom's number. It rang twice before someone picked up, but nothing was said.

"Hello? Mom?" All Namine received was silence.

"Mom? Are you there?"

Then the line went dead.

"Well, that was odd. Maybe Mom was getting bad reception." Namine sat her phone down and sat on the couch.

She turned on the TV, and automatically, heard a slamming noise in her bedroom. She quickly turned around and stared at the door in shock. Namine heard the same noise again.

Hurridly, she ran to the kitchen counter and grabbed a knife nearby. Shaking, she inched toward her bedroom door. Another banging noise rang throught the house. She reached for the door knob in a lethargic manner and twisted it the same. She slowly pushed it open and almost gagged at the sight in front of her.

She let out a shrill scream. Her room was covered in blood and on her bed was her mother's corpse. Bloody and battered, she was almost indistinguishable, yet a strong scent of lavendar, the scent of her mother, filled the room.

There, by her window stood a tall, thick-bodied man with a large club-like weapon, who chuckled and pointed at her.

"You escaped the first time! Now I can carry out the plans. No one can save you now." He laughed, maniacally and jumped over her bed after her.

Namine screamed and ran out of her bedroom, him chasing behind her. She knocked a chair in the way, which kept him busy enough for her to escape. She dove under the kitchen table, in an attempt to save herself, the tablecloth shielding her.

No noise was made as she was under there. Namine crawled on her hands and knees. She peeked out from the tablecloth and was greeted by a large hand pulling her hair. Her assailant finally had her. He dragged her out from her hiding spot and proceeded to drag her back into her room, towards the window, unphased by her screams and cries.

"Oh just you wait." He threw her down.

With that, he raised his club. Namine gasped and put her hands over face. That was her last action before his weapon came into contact with her skull.

Shortish. Sort of a cliffhanger. Review and I'll post the next chappy soon .