Author's Note: Small drabble I whipped up in less than ten minutes. God, after watching the new trailer and hearing Smashing Pumpkins, I HAD to write something. And what better than waste my last bits of energy on this little product, lol? Anyway, I am satisfied with my first attempt at a drabble, so I hope you like it. Enjoy!^^

Disclaimer: I do not own Dead Space; copyright goes to Visceral Games.
Note: LONG LIVE A TALKING ISAAC! (And of course, Gunner Wright for his oh so kick-ass voice xD)

Blood, Fear and Hope

He stares on into the horizon, into space. His wish to breathe fresh air has fallen on deaf ears: there is the stench of blood and death and carnage and fear. Fear… that's the key: fear. So cruel a sight is everywhere, there is no escape.

Afterwards, that same blood is on his hands. Blood blinds him, blood numbs him; blood makes his killer instinct burn his skin. But the blood isn't his, unlike the sin, unlike the depravity he commits. Yet he is taking nothing of value: those lives are empty now. They weren't people, they were demons.

But Isaac feels no different from them. After all, his own life is beginning to feel hollow, lackluster. There is no difference between killing and being killed. For him, it all feels the same: he's already dead.

But he's trying to get it back, his freedom, his life. The fear that had made him run so many times is gone, and has been replaced by the fear of not running. What difference is there in that? Fear of running and fear of not running? It is fear, either way, and it consumes him.

Still, Isaac treads on thin ice. His mind has shown him things no man in his sane mind would believe. Those things are so real he believes them and they break him. He's seen them, he's heard them, he's touched them, and he's broken. Nicole is always there, like a guardian angel… his guardian Devil.

So is the blood, so is the madness. Everything had always been there, in his mind, a catastrophe waiting to happen. To be released. And Isaac fights it, guided by someone he had declared dead no less than two years ago.

Himself.

Ring around the rosie…

He stares on into the horizon, into space. His wish to breathe fresh air has fallen on deaf ears: there is the stench of blood and death and carnage and… hope; strangely, hope. And Isaac smiles. After all, everything has its bright side.

Even blood, even madness.

A/N: Insane little product after delving again into Isaac's warped mind. Son of a gun's driving me crazy, too! xDDD

Reviews are appreciated!^^