Whispers in the Dark

-Chapter 1: The Nightmare Begins-

Beacon Mental Hospital, a place to take care of the psychological ill, and to cure their "sicknesses". Will forever be her, Amelia Addison, home. She's been here since she was about 10 years old. 14 years in the hospital?! You would think she would be out there in the real world, cured of her "illnesses". Unfortunately, she will forever be stuck here, because she will never get cured.

It was not like she wanted to stay this way. The hospital's staffs mostly treat the patients poorly. The treatments, therapy, anything they call it is a way for them to torment the sick. Well she can't say all of them are bad, there are some good staff, but they are never around her. The staff and doctor she has, treat her terrible. In the beginning they were kind, but she seen their true colors.

Everyone is like that. They hide their true self unless they want something. Everyone wants something. They would anything to get it, even if it means lying or breaking the law.

She was submitted in this dump by the social services due to her constantly running away from home, and her suicide attempts. She's been diagnose with depression, post-traumatic stress disorder, bipolar disorder, social anxiety disorder. You're thinking she is crazy, and this place is good for her. Well guess again, she was once a normal person just like you. However she was betrayed by this god-forsaken world.

She can't blame everyone. There are good people she had come across from one. Like her dear friend, Leslie Withers here. He was the first person she met among the children who she befriended with. Well due to the kids bullying her and constantly harassing her daily, but she mostly sought out Leslie due to him being by himself. She knew the reason why, he was not like normal children. He don't... function properly, and act like others do. Not that bother her, she found it quite endearing, and became attached to him due to his childish personality. Even though he is a year older than her, she tends to act like an older sibling, often over-protective of him. Now-a-days they hardly have time for each other due to their therapy and treatment. It tends to get lonely for a time, and she hates that.

Leslie isn't the only person who made it bearable for her here. There was another person, but... he's gone now. She don't like dwelling on the past, especially not hers. There's nothing good there.

Amelia continue to kick her feet back and forth as she sat on the flat bed in her room. There wasn't much stuff in here, besides a desk with a few drawings on it, not like she's good or anything. It helps keep her boredom at bay. She is patiently waiting for Leslie to get back. The day was going by too long for her.

She pulled her sleeves down, making them past over her hands. She don't like showing off her arms and legs, and for a very good reason. The collar around her patient outfit is a bit high, almost close to her mouth. There are a few straps on it, in case if the nurse or doctor need to silence her. She start twirling one of her black strands of her hair. She has slightly wavy, black hair that is parted to the left side of her face, it ends above her waist. Her eyes are blue-grey, with a few bags underneath them due to the lack of sleep and stress she has.

She snap out of her thoughts as she heard loud screams outside her room. She turn her gaze at the door in surprise. What was that? Feeling curious, she got up to her feet and walk towards the door. She waited to hear more of those screams, but nothing. It wasn't the usual screams she would hear daily from patients in this hall. The screams sounded like it was more than one person... actually like a group. Did she also hear gunfire?

She shook her head. "It's probably nothing..." She turned around and walk towards her bed only to hear a click behind her. She turned around to see her door open. It was locked. How did it open? "What the..."

Amelia walk towards the door, peeking her head out the hall, looking both sides to see no one, not even hear no one. This is starting to get weird for her.

She walk down the hall, silence was in the air, and all you could hear is the sound of her bare feet hitting the cold tiles with each step she took. She should have stayed in her room, but a part of her was curious about what's going on. Most of all she had to make sure Leslie was safe, because this was weird. She looked around her.

"Where is everyone?" She said to herself. Her hand grip her other arm tightly as she felt uneasy feeling in the pit of her stomach. Maybe she should turned back.

"No! Please!"

Amelia nearly jumped as she suddenly hear screams. It was coming from the main hall. She walk towards the door, hearing more of the screams and other noises. Back of her hair standing up with goosebumps, afraid to open the door to look. Her mind was shouting at her to turn around and go back to the room. However, it was like her body acted on it's own.

Her hand grab the door knob and open the door. Her eyes widening in shock at the sight. It was man, she couldn't tell who it was due to the hood covering his face. He is wearing a tatter robe with a pair of pants that were tattered at the end. He was wearing no shoes, and there were scars all over his body, since his chest was bare out in the open. Most of all he had blood on him.

He was killing everyone. She don't know how to explain, but cannot deny what she is seeing. He was teleporting to each individual, stabbing them with needle, a knife, what ever in his hand. He didn't give them to time to run away. Yes, she did say teleport. His body disappear after a kill and reappear to another person then repeat.

Amelia wanted to puke up at the sight of it all. There was blood everywhere, dead bodies. Her eyes widening as a flash of memory similar to this appeared in her mind. She shook her head, no, she will not go through that again. Amelia turn around only to have her body froze in place. She tried to move again only to have it be futile. Why can't she move?

She realize her body was shaking and trembling with fright, and was too afraid to move. Fear was holding her still. She scream at herself mentally, wanting to move away. She tried closing her eyes only to find that to be pointless as well. Her eyes were too fixed on the sight before her. She tried to move again and again, regardless of it failing each time. She can't witness another thing like this. She can't see a dead body, not anymore.

Her eyes absorbing everything before her. The blood, the stares of terror, the lifeless look in their eyes. It made her feel sick to her stomach, most of all horrible to not do anything, but sit here and watch. No more, she can't take this. She don't want to see this again!

Amelia's eyes widen more as she watch the robe man turned his attention towards her. She couldn't see his eyes, but that smile. He smirk at her as if he was amused by her. She felt that ugly feeling again, and this time every nerve in her body scream at her to get from him.

'Move... I have to move... Move damn it!'

Suddenly one of the security guards came out behind a counter at the front desk. He aim his gun at the man and hollered at her. "RUN!" He said as he open fired at him. It distracted the robe man as he turned his attention away from her. It gave her time to turn around, and this time her body allowing her to do so. Without hesitation, she ran down the hallway as screams of her savior echo behind her, reminding her what he did for her.

A/N: Well here's that Ruvik/Oc story you guys wanted! I hope you enjoyed the first chapter! Also I was wondering, how the heck did Ruvik manifest himself in the real world to kill all those doctors and nurses at the hospital in the beginning of the game. Hmm...

Don't worry, Ruvik will be the same. We all know Ruvik is evil. I love him and all, but that guy is bat**** crazy. He experimented on people, thought of them as tools, subjects, etc. Jimenez was worse, because he knew Ruvik had problems, and he encouraged the guy!

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