Prologue

Throbbing helped me remember what was real in the dark. It always had. It helped me know that I was still alive and still able to live. I couldn't see anything but the pain was still there. It always was.

That meant I was still alive after those soldiers shot me. Right?

Maybe I wasn't dead but I was dying. In that painful limbo where you couldn't do anything, but you felt everything.

After some time I felt like I was floating in the thick darkness that surrounded me. The throbbing had stopped and left a dull ache. Had I died? Was I about to?

Suddenly the sensation of floating was shattered by that of drowning. The pain came back full force and I could feel something bubbling in my lungs. A deep hiss or screech echoed around me. I couldn't get out of the Inky blackness and the feeling was overwhelming.

My gut dropped as the feeling of falling overtook everything. Like when you dream of rolling off the side of a building. I could feel myself spazzing and twitching as my body freaked out over the sensation.

A blinding light invaded my senses and I gagged as I flinched back to life. I tried to understand what was happening but the drowning sensation was still there.

I rolled onto my side and coughed up the blood that had somehow gotten there, letting it make a small pool on the floor.

It was nothing compared to the one that I was laying in.

I stared in shock at the blood that surrounded me. What the hell happened? Was this mine?

The I noticed the rest of the room. There were bodies all around me torn to pieces and huge blood splatters that signified that a body had exploded. Was the Walrider here?

I looked around until I found the open doorway and a lone power chair driving around in circles. Was that Dr. Wernicke's chair? Where the hell was he? What happened while I was out?

I instantly remembered what had happened to me. The soldiers, the pool I was in. Without thinking I pulled up my undershirt and was surprised to see that I wasn't wounded. I was bloody, really bloody but I was ok to say the least.

I put my shirt back down and rolled over, wincing as my bloody hand came into view. I froze when I focused on it though.

My ring finger was back and it looked normal if not for the blood that soaked it. I quickly looked to my other hand and saw that the pointer finger was back as well. What the hell? I pushed myself up the rest of the way and looked at my body for anything else. I noticed that my ribs didn't shift awkwardly when I breathed. The only thing I felt was the blood that coated me and a mild soreness.

A familiar beep behind me made me swivel around. The camera lay facing the pool of blood that I had previously been in and it sounded distressed with the insistent beeping it had started. This beep wasn't its usual call for batteries beep. It only beeped like this when the memory was getting too full.

I walked over and picked it up and noticed that it had been recording the entire time that it was on the ground. I rewound to the point where I noticed that I was heading to the doorway where I had been shot.

My panting came through the speakers, as well as a strange hissing noise that I noted was from the Walrider. I watched as the doors opened on the screen and there stood Dr. Wernicke with the soldiers aiming at me. The camera stopped moving and started to back up, my labored breaths seemed pitiful now as I realized what was happening.

They opened fire and the camera rolled away, coming to a stop to see me fall to the ground with blood spraying everywhere. The hissing sound came back and grew louder until it was a screech. I realized that it was coming from my open mouth as blood trickled out of it.

"Got in himel, you have become the host!" Wernicke's voice sounded more interested than scared. It made me hate him even more.

A scream ripped out as one of the guards flew into the cameras view and smashed into a wall. He lay there for a moment until he was picked up and flung back the direction he came from. I heard a mix of thumps and curses and realized that he was thrown at the other guards. Someone opened fire and a crunch that sounded like a bone rang out along with a scream.

Then it stopped.

I watched with wide eyes as a blurry dark mass went inside of me the same way that the Walrider had. Come to think of it, this WAS the Walrider. Once it was inside my body started to twitch, then it grew more violent as I thrashed about on the floor. I heard a few noises that sounded like bones being popped back into place and I noticed my left hand surrounded by a black cloud. It slowly began to fade and I saw my ring finger back in its home.

Then the twitching stopped.

I laid there for a moment and then I convulsed back to life, chocking and gagging. I stopped the video.

I looked down at me in shock and terror. It was inside of me! It WAS me!

The camera fell to the ground as I put my hands in my hair and screamed in horror. I had killed these people and I wasn't even awake! What the hell would happen when I was conscious and angry?!

Was I even alive anymore?

I had to be. There was still air flowing through my lungs and I felt my heart thump in fear. Yea, definitely alive. I sighed, trying to calm down from my earlier flip out, but only slowed my breathing down a little. I was terrified of this THING whatever it was.

I looked to the open doorway and the lone power chair spinning around and frowned. This was just another problem that came with the asylum. Once something close to good happened to me, someone just had to shit all over my party. I could get through this.

I had to.