Vengeful One: The Evil Within (Ruvik/OC)
The secure ward of Beacon Mental Hospital housed some of the most deranged and dangerous patients in the country. Their screams and torrents of manic laughter drifted down the corridor, often haunting the nurses station. Most would be unnerved by the never ending cycle of madness down here, especially after the disappearance of Nurse Tatiana… however, young Malcolm wanted to prove that he was braver than his missing predecessor. Besides…. It wasn't the loud ones that bothered him. At least he could tell if they were still alive without getting too close to them. Oh no. It was the patient in room five. She never said a word… He grabbed her case file and read the anecdotal notes written by Dr Jimenez.
Name: Michelle Myers Age: 25 Height: 5' 8 Eye colour: Deep blue Hair colour: dirty blond/light brown Kin: Mother - Deborah Myers - Deceased/suicide De Facto Stepfather - "Ronnie" - Deceased/murdered Father - Deceased/accidental death Sister - Judith Myers - Deceased/murdered Sister - Angel Myers - location undisclosed. Brother - Michael Myers - twin. Incarcerated at Smith's Grove. Location: Cell five in the secure ward, Beacon Mental Hospital, transferred from Smith's Grove. Case History: Diagnosis - Folie a Deux with her twin brother Michael Myers. Extreme Dissociative Disorder, psychopathic personality and mute. Michelle Myers has displayed an unusual bond with her twin brother Michael Myers in that they share the same psychosis. Both are convicted for murdering their older sister Judith Myers, her boyfriend and their de facto step-father Ronnie on Halloween. Dr Samuel Loomis insists that keeping the twins separate will prevent them from 'acting out' AGAIN - see attached incident report. During her time at Beacon Mental Hospital, Michelle has displayed extreme disinterest to interacting with the other patients unless provoked. Unfortunately this has lead to many of patients and staff to become injured and if she was not sedated, resulted in death. Michelle has displayed physical strength beyond that of a normal human being, especially for her size and an abnormally high pain threshold. Michelle works obsessively on the creation of her masks
The rest of the notes had been blacked out or torn out. With a shudder Malcolm returned her file to the patient records and resumed his crossword puzzle.
Michelle Myers. The patient in cell five sat quietly at her desk, making yet another mask to accompany her collection that now covered the walls in her room. She was silent, as she has been for a little over fifteen years now. Only the sound of steady breathing could be heard, muffled slightly by her handmade orange mask.. It was her favorite.. The jack o'lantern.
Her single cot sat neglected against the wall for she often went days without sleep. It wasn't because she was haunted by her past nor was she plagued by some unseen fear like the doctors suspected. They could never understand. This was the only time she felt close to her brother Michael. They used to make masks together. They used to do everything together. She could almost feel him sitting with her.
'In STEM he was sitting with me… no.. No that was not him. That was not MY brother. That was a ghost. An illusion nothing more. Still, it was nice to see him again..'
Her thoughts suddenly drifted to that of the bandaged man. She had heard that dispicable Dr Jimenez call him "Ruvik". And he obviously despised the man. Every time Jimenez was in the room, Ruvik would tense up. His shoulders would raise ever so slightly, he'd clench his fists and narrow his silver eyes at Jimenez, making his already intense stare unbearable for the weak and easily frightened. She found that amusing.
She leaned back in her chair and tapped the glue brush against her desk as she reminisced her time with Ruvik. Despite his harsh voice and piercing stare, he was the only person in this whole forsaken place to show her a kindness.. Understanding… he was smarter than the other doctors here and is 100% dedicated to his work. She respected him but if he was dumb enough to get in her way when it was time for her to go home, she won't hesitate to kill him.
'I NEED to get out of here. I NEED to get to Michael. We NEED to find Boo.'
Suddenly, a pulse ricochet through her room. It knocked off some of her masks from their perch and that pissed her off.
'Who touched my masks!?'
Enraged by this disturbance, Michelle stood and surveyed her room. Her blue eyes almost looked black with rage as she slowly, meticulously searched for an invisible invader.
CLICK
The electronic lock on her cell door had been disengaged. She checked the clock in her room. It was too early for medication time… and she hadn't been taken for a STEM session since Dr Jimenez returned her to her cell.
'So who unlocked the door?'
Not trusting the unusual nature of the situation, Michelle removed her slippers to minimise as much sound as possible. This might be her chance to escape. Carefully, she opened her door and peered down the corridor.
'Nothing. Nothing but the smell of blood..'
Curiosity dominated her motive to leave her cell and wander down the oddly silent corridor. The other cells that once held her shrieking neighbours are now dark and quiet.. As if they transferred everyone out… but the smell of death was prominent, dismissing her initial assumption. She made it to the nurse's station only to find it abandoned. The desk was fairly untouched but the phone was off the hook, emitting an annoying screeching sound that made her inner ear shake.
Agitated with the offending sound Michelle ripped the phone from where it sat and pelted it against the wall. It shattered into tiny pieces and fall into a tiny pool of blood. This pool had a skid mark twisting behind the desk. She followed the blood trail and found the male nurse collapsed in a bloodied heap on the floor. She tilted her head to the side as she examined the corpse. He had been killed with a single slash to the neck under his right ear. Very precise. She grabbed a sharp pencil from his breast pocket and left.
Michelle followed the scent of death through the labyrinth of corridors and past the day room. Blood was sometimes spattered on the wall but most of the dead bodies littered the day room, all killed with expert precision. A stab through the eye, a deep diagonal slash to the femoral artery, a gash to the aorta… impressive but also frustrating. She wanted the pleasure of killing them herself. Oh well. At least she can finally leave this place.
Suddenly, a chorus of screams erupted from the main lobby just ahead of her. Michele got excited at the thought that she may be able to take a few lives on her way out. She gripped her pencil and stalked towards the door. She pushed it open slowly and stared in awe to the symphony of death.
A white specter dashed from one person to the next, slashing or stabbing with deadly skill. Many victims had already piled onto the floor, some were even strewn over the lounges in the waiting area close to the entrance. Doctors, patients and orderlies alike shrieked with horror as they tried to escape their fate. One of the doctors stumbled over one of the mundane potted plants and ran straight into Michelle. In his panic he grabbed onto her yelling "we gotta ack!"
The pencil Michelle picked up earlier was now lodged in his throat. She removed it roughly and watched him try to stop the bleeding and crawl away from her at the same time. She followed him and kicked him flat on his back. She half squat, half kneeled over him and proceeded to stab him seventeen times. She breathed heavily as she looked up to see the spectre standing on the other side of the lobby. He was dressed in a white hooded tattered jacket and white pants. No shoes. Something was familiar… and off about him.
She stood just as he shimmered and disappeared. He was suddenly standing right in front of her. His silver eyes boring into her blue ones. Up close she could see he was covered in nasty burn scars all over his body… It's the bandaged man! Ruvik. So that's why he wore the bandages. Friend or foe, it didn't matter.. He was in her way. She lifted her arm, ready to stab him with her blood stained pencil but before she could execute her move… He smirked.
'She is unafraid' he thought to himself as he watched her lower her arm and tilt her head to the side. Something she always did whenever she was confused or curious about something.
'Why is he smiling?' She thought to herself. Most people are scared by now and try to get away from her… 'is Ruvik not afraid of me?'
Before Michelle could react, Ruvik disappeared again. She was suddenly grabbed around the throat from behind and a sharp sensation pierced the back of her skull. The last thing she heard as she was lowered to the ground was the sound of Ruvik's voice.
"Fascinating"
Then the darkness consumed her…