Chapter 1 - Fragile Wheeze

I don't own DBD, Behaviour Studios does. If I owned it NOED would still last forever. Although if I owned it, it would suck.

Sally woke up in a vortex of black light. She couldn't remember much, only hallways and cramped rooms and... blood?

'Where am I?'

She tried to look around, only to find her head locked in place by an unseen hand. She started to pant heavily, struggling in vain to move. Not even a finger twitched.

'Oh hell no, I'm not staying here. Wake up, Sally! Dammit!'

After a few more attempts at breaking free, she gave up and resigned herself to staying there forever. She would never see Andrew again...

Andrew. No. Andrew was dead. There was only a gaping hole in her heart now. She remembered the day his foreman had knocked on her door with his hat in his hand.

/Flashback/

Sally rushed to the door, ready to envelop her loving husband in a bear hug. Throwing open the door, she was surprised to see a very forlorn, bulky man.

"Oh, Mr. Lundson? Hi there, nice to see you! Uh, where's Andrew...?

Mr. Lundson lifted his gaze, unable to fully look Sally in the eye. "Mrs. Smithson, I'm afraid I have some bad news."

Sally's face fell. "Oh... oh no, please, anything but... oh please, not my Andrew!"

Lundson sighed, a deep gust of wind that almost sounded like a chorus of hushed whispers. "You... you might want to sit down, Mrs. Smithson."

"How... how did it happen?"

Sally was slouched in her armchair, her hands wrapped around a cup of tea long gone cold. Her face was stained with tears, her eyes puffy and bloodshot.

"There was a particularly big tree we were attempting to bring down, and the man cutting didn't do a very good job of checking everyone's positions. The tree fell, and... Andrew was under it. I'm so sorry Mrs. Smithson. It was all a terrible accident."

Sally nodded emotionlessly, before her face crumpled and she began to sob uncontrollably. "I... I... what will I... do now?"

Lundson grimaced. "We... we can support you for up to about a month while you grieve, but after that..."

Sally attempted to collect herself, only succeeding enough to choke out a sentence. "Thank... thank you for coming. I... I understand how hard it... must have been to deliver the n-news..."

Lundson pursed his lips. "I know someone at the Crotus Prenn Asylum, maybe you could get a job there."

Sally smiled weakly. "Thank you Mr. Lundson, I-I'll think about it."

He got up and walked towards the door. Gathering her courage, Sally cried after him.

"Mr. Lundson? What was the name of the man cutting the tree down?"

Lundson turned, and was surprised to see a steely resolve in her watery eyes. He almost decided against telling her, but eventually figured she had the right to know.

"Patrick Spencer."

She nodded. "Thank you, Mr. Lundson."

Warning: Death

"You! You killed him! You sorry excuse for a maggot-ridden diseased human! You had one job and you screwed it up! YOU RUINED MY LIFE!"

Sally rushed at the bed-ridden Spencer before wrapping her hands around his meaty neck. Being a nurse had its advantages, and she knew exactly where to press to deprive him of the oxygen he needed.

"You killed him! You killed him! You ruined my life! NOW I'LL AVENGE HIM!"

Spencer thrashed around and tried to pry Sally's hands off of his neck, but her fury had made her invariably stronger than him. She throttled him, shaking him in his bed and screaming in rage.

Eventually his movements died down, before coming to a halt entirely. His eyes rolled back in his head and glossed over, his face blue.

Satisfied with her work, Sally released her grip on the man's neck and began to giggle. Her giggles became cackles, and she was soon shaking in pure ecstasy.

"Sally? Hello? What was that... OH MY -"

The poor nurse poking her head around the door had picked a horrible time. At this point Sally's mind couldn't take any more. She had snapped, and snapped badly at that.

Acting on instinct, she grabbed a nearby bone-saw used for operating and slashed downwards at the interloper, silencing her cry for help.

End Warning

She heard a sigh behind her and turned. Her jaw hit the floor as she watched a small, bright light come out of Spencer's lifeless corpse. She watched as it floated over to her, before dissipating into a thick mist and entering her arm.

Sally stared, transfixed, at her arm. It was beginning to turn black, and emit a strange black fog. It crackled with electricity.

Hypnotically, she held it out and opened her hand, seeing the same little light dancing in her palm. She clenched her fist, and nearly had a heart attack as she phased forward at a blinding speed. Straight through a wall.

/End Flashback/

Sally began to cry again as she remembered Andrew's loving smile. She lay in the dark for ages, tears streaming down her face as she lost herself in her memories.

She wanted to get out of here. What Andrew would have wanted.

'You will not keep me here! I will move!'

She chanted this over and over again, straining every muscle in her body, determined to get free.

'You will not keep me here! I will move!'

Sally lifted a finger. It was one finger, one she couldn't see, but it gave her hope. She redoubled her efforts and drove herself further, eventually being able to move her whole arm.

'You will not keep me here! I WILL MOVE!'

Her whole body was shaking from the effort, her free arm flailing wildly. If this was the afterlife, she wasn't staying dead for long!

'I WILL MOVE!'

She heard a crack, and felt something behind her give. The shackles that held her were breaking! She wriggled some more, feeling them get looser and looser.

'I WILL MOVE!'

With a final tug forward, Sally felt the invisible shackles fall away from her. She was free! She sat up, feeling for her face. She touched something that felt like... linen? She pulled it free and looked around at her surroundings.

She was in a small, dank, off-white room with a bed and a dresser, a lamp on a desk next to her. A door was to her left, the hinges looking rusted. There were no windows, but the lamp provided enough light to see anyway. But the strangest thing was the chair at the foot of her bed.

And the man sitting in it.

"Hello Sally. You're probably wondering where you are, right?"

Sally nodded. "Who... who are... you?

Her voice was raspy after a long time without use. And... her throat was sore?

The man shrugged. "I have many names, Sally. To answer the other question, you are in the Crotus Prenn Asylum.

Sally's pupils dilated in fear. "No... not here... please, not here..."

The man stood up and began to walk out the door. "I'll explain later, but for now, get some rest. You nearly killed yourself with all that straining.

Before he closed the door, Sally rasped out a question.

"Wait! W-What's your name?"

He turned and looked at her, a strange gleam in his eye. Eventually, he turned away and said

"You can call me Benedict Baker."

Chapter 1 End!

I'm happy with how this turned out, considering I wrote it in 1 ½ days. Review on what you'd like to see next! Drop a review and tell me how I did, and if you have any questions about the storyline, PM me and I'll explain as much as I can without spoiling it.

*Crickets chirping*

...Or I could be talking to myself. Wouldn't be the first time.

-Jallybwan