(A/N: Disclaimer:... I think we all know that I don't own Midway's "The Suffering" franchise. If I did, I would have already made the third game. Until that time comes, though, enjoy this one-shot! As always, feedback is greatly appreciated!)

THE FOURTH

Killjoy said he had cured me. Blackmore was supposed to be gone for good. I would never have to face him again.

But he was wrong.

Blackmore never died.

He can't die... because he isn't real. He's an idea, and my mind isn't strong enough to destroy him.

Even now, as I sit in the electric chair, Blackmore taunts me to no end. He laughs at my attempt to rid myself of him. He whispers in my ear that even in death, he will still be there. We're stuck together, one-in-the-same.

I turn my head to the ghostly apparition of Horace, who waits dutifully beside the switch. Hermes Haight stands guard, waiting to destroy me should anything go wrong. They knew what I had come to do. I had returned to Carnate after Blackmore had revealed himself to me, and I had requested the help of the two spirits whom I had freed from their bondage to help me in my final hours.

They understood what I planned to do. If I was dead, if Torque was dead, then Blackmore would die with me. No more would he be able to take control and destroy everything I treasure.

Carmen, Cory, Malcom, Miles... all of them. Dead, and by my hands, the hands of Blackmore.

Tonight everything would be decided. Either I die by the chair and take that bastard with me, or Haight does it and we both die anyways.

It was a win-win.

I gave the signal to Horace, who mournfully nodded and flipped the switch, hesitating only for a moment.

The power surged to the chair and the pain came with it. Blackmore screamed in hatred and agony inside my mind, tearing at the boundaries which imprisoned him for the time being. The skin on my arms began to sear and blacken, the smell of cooking flesh drifting through my nose. Haight's face stared in anticipation, his eyes wide and his teeth clenched. Perhaps it was frustration that he didn't get to kill me, or it could have been that he was shocked that I was not allowing another to claim my stake as "the king of killers."

Or maybe... it was fear.

My muscles convulsed and my vision started to leave me, presumably from the fact that my eyes were burning up in their sockets. The pain was unimaginable.

As my heart thumped faster and faster in my chest and my veins exploded, I saw her appear in front of me, her mouth open in a scream of terror and grief. My eyes finally went, but I still heard her shout for them to stop. I heard her plead with Horace to turn off the machine, but the ghost didn't say anything to her.

Good man.

I heard the light bulbs explode and the power surge, and in that moment the chair short-circuited as well. My heart thumped slowly, too slowly for it to continue its labors for any length of time. I probably was already dead, but my heart just didn't realize it yet.

After a second, the beating stopped and I heard the angelic voice of my dead wife cry out in torment and anguish.

"TORQUE!"

(A/N: And that is my very first one-shot. I just got the idea when I remembered playing the game a few years ago. Please review!)