A/N: Okay so I'm well aware I have a bunch of stories that are in progress - and I promise anyone who is reading this from my other stories that I *will* get to them by and by I've just been swamped and hit a wall. As for this, I've recently fallen head over heels for The Evil Within - more specifically with Joseph Oda and Leslie Whithers, who deserve soooo much better than what they got. That being said, I'm writing this thing which I've got a lot of steam on, and a bigger plan than just a little story, and even though I know this fandom isn't that big, I still hope that it will be enjoyed. Now if it's confusing at first, I apologize, but I actually intend it to be alittle mysterious, and promise that all will be made clearer in due course.

Without further ado then, I'll say 'enjoy' and I hope you all like it.

"Abraham took Isaacs hand and led him to that lonesome hill
While his daughter hid and watched she dared not breathe she was so still
Just as an angel cried for the slaughter
Abraham's daughter raised her voice..."

For every action there's an equal and opposite reaction. Forces not aligned with each other battling, be it obviously or subtly. No one on this earth can be Omnipotent, not even in a sphere where they play God. There will always be a contender, someone who creates the other side - it's not a question of numbers, it's a question of who is stronger.

A hoarde of creatures on one side -

Three men on the other.

This is how we play, Ruvik. Your army versus mine. Your horrors are innumerable, your world is a nightmare; but I have my own world in this sphere, my own way to win. Already I've stolen from you some helpless pawns, mere pieces who couldn't help either of our sides as they were nothing more than innocent bystanders. I got them out of this hell before it became so, I lowered the casualties before you had a chance to make them yours.

But there are three still in the game, three we still are fighting for. Though I suppose this is really only about one.

Shall I explain? I wonder if you would only hinder the influence I have over your universe - and I do have an influence. Mobius calls me a Ghost in the system,they don't know where I came from or my purpose. They wouldn't, I'm not on their side. I suppose we could call them a separate enemy, you're openly fighting while I sabotage.

I suppose in a way that makes us allies.

That was what I wanted, Ruben.

I wanted us to be allies.

... but you just had to create this instead.

Do you even know I'm here, I wonder. Planting things for my little army, giving them supplies,offering them safe haven when it's begun to be too much. I've been giving them everything they need to get out of here alive, and they've used my guidance brilliantly. You know you can't stop them,no matter how much you call them yours...they're not.

Castellanos - you gotta admire him, the man is made of steel. You play with his head and still he remains sane and unharmed. I heard your little conversation in the elevator where you told him your intentions, did you really think you'd scare him into submission? 'You are mine' what a cliché. You're not even a good villain in your fairytale, you just want to get out like the rest of them. But he didn't stop did he, he didn't bend, he kept getting closer and closer to his goal. He still is isn't he? You throw everything you can, you mess with geography, you throw him into new horrors, you chase him, you try to turn him into your army.

But he didn't turn. And he won't again I can guarantee it.

Now Joseph... he's more interesting. He's not made of unbreakable iron, but he's just as strong-bendable, granted, but he's flexible enough not too snap. You kept trying to make him one of yours, but he kept fighting. He didn't even have all the benefits of his partner, he had exactly two weapons: a gun and his mind. Oh he's a gem - what's more he's figured out your little game. You got him shot by a sniper, how convenient. You can't even take him head on can you? 'Joseph couldn't handle what he'd done' honestly, he's doing just fine with actually very little interference from me. Thanks to a helpful little brainwave to Sebastian, he's able to fight you in his mind completely. Well I've got my own 'convenient' moments... did you think that ambulance was there by accident?

You know I'm a little disappointed you didn't choose him as your opponent, I have a feeling that contest would have been exhilarating to watch.

Yet the most important piece on this board, is in fact the most sought after by all of us. Mobius wants him, you want him, I want him. But our desires are vastly different. Poor Leslie. He deserves so much better than to be a scrap of meat caught between two dogs, his madness only furthered by this world of yours. He was such a sweet boy before his parents died, and even though he lost his mind he was a sweet boy afterwards... if I can only get him out... I could take him home and give him the life he deserves. Maybe, just maybe, he'll finally have happiness. I healed from my trauma, I'm sane, maybe he can be so too?

Maybe he could be what you never became.

I go by the name of "Natji" here. Not unlike you. A warping of my true identity - or is it? Who knows in this world where reality lies. And maybe reality is more real here than in the 'real' world.

Well? I promise it won't all be written like this, it's gonna be in 3rd with the secrets being revealed like the game through documents and memories. Either way, what'd you all think?