Haunting Grounds- A twist to the story. What I wished would have happened. No good at summaries, so read if you want to find out. I warn you now, it probably won't make much sense. I'm also going to go a bit out of order, for plot development reasons. In my story, Daniella had chased her throughout the majority of the castle part of the game. Then, Ricardo chased her throughout the rest of the way, through the forest, and, of course the tower. Then, Debilitas will chase her, followed by old and young Lorenzo.

Also, if Ricardo had any common sense at all, he would have put her in the cell right from the beginning, instead of letting her roam around and make it harder for him, right?(btw, flames are accepted.)

Chapter One- The Beginning of the End.

Starts off after the forest, but Hewie isn't there.( I still haven't gotten that ending. If anyone knows how, please tell me.)

"Oh, my head." She sat up, looking around the cell she was in. It was wet and dark. Disgusting, she thought. She stood, having been lying on the ground. Looking down at herself, she noticed that she was just wearing a patient's garb. It was bloodstained near the hem. She walked towards the bars, seeing that there was a key on the desk nearby. She reached for it, but was too far away to get it.

She backed up against the wall and sat down, resigning to her fate. So this would be it, she would have to do whatever it was that wierdo wanted. Why me? she thought. She was just a normal girl, she didn't even understand what that stupid Azoth everyone keeps talking about was. She knew it was something inside her, but what? Essence of life, essence of woman, was what Daniella had said.

She decided to stop thinking about it and wondered where Hewie was. She had heard him yelp in the forest after the gunshot. He couldn't be dead, could he? Suddenly, a door opened, and a young man walked in. He looked like one of the portraits in the Castle Suite, like the youngest of the people pictured there. She was sure this was a younger version of the butler who had gone after her. Probably another clone. He seemed different somehow, though. He didn't have the same lust in his eyes that the other had. He was limping, but trying to put on an emotionless face. His eyes lit up when he saw that Fiona was awake. He came over to the desk by the cell, took the keys, and freed her.

"Hurry, you must leave. He'll be here any minute to take you."(A/N- Just imagine that beautiful voice)

"Who are you?"

"Another clone, but I was made differently. My genes were mixed with someone else's. HE calls me the abomination. I have chosen a different name, as well. My name is Draven." Now that she looked closely, he was significantly different from the portraits. His eyes were darker, his hair was silver, not red. It was pulled back at the nape of his neck. He extended his hand to her and she took it, standing up from the floor. He was wearing medieval clothes, like the ones she wore before. His shirt was plain and white, the sleeves were long and loose, but closed at the wrists. His pants were similar to the sleeves, a bit loose, but closed at the part of his leg a little below the knee, where the pants met his boots. She saw that one of his legs had a bloodstained bandage wrapped around the thigh.

"Are you ok? Your bleeding."

"I'm fine, I've already patched it up myself. Worry about your own safety. He'll be back any minute." He pulled her out by the hand, making her hurry. They exited the room, and began to look for the exit. They headed towards their left, but, before they could continue, Draven turned around and told Fiona to hurry and reach the top of the tower.

"Why?"

"Just do it!" She was startled by his outburst(A/N-like she is by everything else, the wimp) and hurried. As she ran, she heard a thud on the stone floor and a groan of pain. She found a ramp that led up, and ran as fast as she could. She reached the top, and came to a room that was surrounded by neon lights. She went to see the inscriptions, and passed over a circle she supposed was a planet. At that moment, another circle on the floor lit up. She went over to it, but before she reached it, it turned off.

That's when Draven entered the room, holding a piece of wood. Upon closer inspection, Fiona realized it was some sort of miniature bridge.

"What do we need that for?"

"You'll see." He walked over to where she was and signaled her to step on the first circle again. He then went to the next one. He told her to go to another, and they continued like this until they were all lit. As soon as the last circle was lit, stairs spiraled down from the ceiling that led up to another door. They went through that door and found themselves at the top of the tower. Draven led her over to a small pedestal, which had a miniature version of the tower they were in, along with one of the opposite island. Draven placed the bridge between the two miniatures, and the ground began to shake. Fiona went to see that a bridge was rising from the water.

As they headed to go back down the tower, the door opened before they reached it and Ricardo appeared before them, but he was flashing. At times he was visible, others he was not. Draven thought quickly, and told Fiona to go to the edge and break the stone railing, while he distracted Ricardo. Fiona did as she was told, and managed to make a decent hole. She signaled over to Draven, letting him know that she was done. He led Ricardo over to the hole and began to attack him. He threw out punches until he was at the edge, flailing his arms, trying to avoid falling. Fiona gave him a final push and he went over, grabbing Fiona and taking her down with him.

"AAAHHH!" Fiona held onto the edge with all her might, but her fingers were slipping. Ricardo had already fallen completely. They finally slipped completely and . . . .

she died.

(A/N-JUST KIDDING!-dodges flying objects, b/c of her bad sense of humor.)

Draven caught her hand in time and pulled her up, saving her from Ricardo's fate. She was still hyperventilating as she sat on the stone floor, in shock of what just happened.

"It's alright, you're fine now, you'll be ok. Don't worry." He helped her stand up and put a reassuring hand on her shoulder. As soon as he did this, she threw her arms around his neck and buried her face in his shoulder. She finally allowed all the tears from the past couple of hours to flow freely. She was miserable. Her parents were dead, she was stuck in some godforsaken place with a some freak chasing after her, and she had just killed said freak. She was glad he was gone, and knew he deserved to die, but wished it didn't have to have come to that. She also cried for Daniella, the most tragic person she ever met. She cried for Hewie, whom she knew was dead. At least he's free . . .

She almost didn't want to let go of him, grateful for the comfort of another person. But, after what seemed like an eternity, she did, wiping the tears from her face.

"Sorry . . ."

"It's alright, you can't keep things bottled up, you have to vent when you can." He just smiled at her. All she could do was give him a watery smile in return. "Come on, we should leave now. Knowing Areoulis(sp?) Belli, there's another clone or something else waiting for us on the other side of the bridge." They walked back down to the ground floor in silence, Fiona, once again, just grateful for the company. When they reached the bridge, they could see Ricardo's body on the floor, in an unnatural position. When Fiona took a closer look, she noticed that his skin was dry and rough, like leather.

"Draven, feel his skin."

"Why?" He did as she said and his eyes flashed with anger and fear.

"What's wrong?"

"We have to go. Now." He stood up and led her across the bridge. As they walked, questions began to swarm her head like the plague(A/N-bad simile, I know).

"Draven, what is Azoth?" She looked at him and saw that he was hesitant to answer.

"Azoth is the key component to immortality, the alternative to making a philosopher's stone. Besides, the stone is not as potent as the Azoth, and harder to acquire. Areoulis Belli sought eternal life. He wanted to be a god. He was, or is, a successful alchemist. Every human has at least a microscopic amount of Azoth, but women have a more significant amount than men. Especially in you, since you are the daughter of one of Belli's clones. He used alchemy to try and produce clones, in which he tried to create a significant amount of Azoth. That's when he tried to make Daniella, having figured out too late that he needed a woman. Unfortunately for him, he also realized that he could not play God and create life from scratch, so she lacked the Azoth needed."

"Yes, I know . . . She died trying to take it from me."

"That's one less problem we have on our hands, then. For obvious reasons, Belli did not want his clones roaming outside the castle, and he could not leave it himself. That's when your father, Ugo, ran away. I suppose he ran away because he was sick of the life he had been given. He met your mother and you inherited his Azoth, adding to its already enhanced strength. What happened after that, you already know."

"But, why does he want to be immortal?"

"He's just power-hungry, I suppose."

"Why did you turn out differently?"

"Because my genes were mixed with someone else's, like I said before. And I have less Azoth than the regular person. Most people have a bit more than they need to survive, and that bit was extracted from me, so I only have enough to stay alive. I barely feel it in me, so it doesn't affect me as much as it does the others."

"Who were your genes mixed with?"

"I really don't know. Some innocent passerby, I think."

"Is the original Belli still alive?"

"Yes, but barely. He's been creating extremely weak philosopher's stones to stay alive until he finds a good enough Azoth."

"And that would be me, right?"

"Not if I can help it."

"Thank you . . ."

"Don't mention it." That marked the end of their conversation. They reached the other side of the bridge, and saw that there was a mansion entrance.