MURKOFF PSYCHIATRIC SYSTEMS

Mount Massive CO

Case Number: 208

Patient Initials: CMW, "Wahl"

Consultation Dated: 2013.09.14

Initial Date of Patient Consult: 2013.05.08

Patient age: 24

Gender: Female

Observing Physician: Dr. Carl Houston (DBNR)

Therapy Status: Patient prefers casual conversation about past experiences. Since last exposure to Morphogenic Engine, patient remains silent about condition and continues to physically shut down at mentions of any possible diagnoses. However, patient will shift conversation to appear unfazed by said mentions. Salacity sometimes hinted physically or verbally.

Note: Future ME exposure to be postponed on account of fatal results; case #208 appears to have favored the odds.

Diagnostics: Admitted to Mount Massive shortly after verdict in State of Colorado v. Wahl (2013) found patient guilty of attempted murder of ex-boyfriend after she was found in bed with victim. Victim was found severely beaten and his airway temporarily blocked by various sex toy. Emergency CPR was initiated and victim was transported to nearest hospital. Patient refused to give statement while victim's account of details in question remained unclear throughout trial. Patient amenable to casual conversation about all aspects of her life including family, relationships, and sex with the given exception of her past crimes. Various scientists conceded information regarding Wahl making sexual advances upon them and other staff. Patient has previously admitted to "enjoying sex beyond pleasure" but found that her initial lack of self esteem fueled her thrill to entice men. However, patient never reveals details of past encounters.

"It's not...DID, MPD, whatever you want to call it. I don't know how it happened but the urges and desire overcame logic at one point. My brother likes to joke that rationale slowly floated away the day my braces came off. I was never self-centered or sex crazy, fuck. As if I ever thought I had legit reasons to be. Huh, if anything, my acne and crooked grin pretty much cemented that my ego would have to take a back seat to personality and I would have to work twice as hard as the next girl for attention until I was 18. And in more aspects of my life than you could imagine: home was already unstable with the exception of my brother Cyan. For one to dwell through the valley of darkness that is puberty, attempting to make friends, keep friends, while accepting my flaws and embracing my qualities such as appreciation for knowledge and dedication..."

It's just another session...breathe through it. She had to talk to herself, fighting back a mixed spectrum of emotions. Discussing her past was nothing new to her; growing up, her mom forced her to endure several therapy family sessions, if that's what you wanted to call it. Chloe would call it a "fucking waste of her time," in exact words. Sitting in the room with a complete stranger who wouldn't even find the time they're being paid to get to know her before diving headfirst into her issues. She found the time here to pause in both thought and speech, looking over her latest prosecutor momentarily. He was considerably plain looking but in his eyes loomed an intensity of interest as if he wanted to know everything about her. The "story of my life" routine had become boring, this being third interview in the last week but maybe for these guys, talking with a sexual deviant who was accused of an attempted murder was a lot more interesting when it was a woman. A minority in the Mount Massive community where mad men reigned.

"So then tell me, Chloe. Why are you here? You appear to be a well spoken woman albeit the few swears." The question brought a warmth to her chest and her head lowered gently, with her crossing her arms in the process. Her interviewer cleared his throat in offense as he had noticed the change in her demeanor and began to scribble down notes. Chloe huffed, equally offended but she knew she could never let these people in her mind. The process, the pain, everything about that "project" she had been subjected to, was something she never wanted to experience again. Thankfully, it had affected other female patients in fatal ways and the head honchos agreed to thwart it. However, since their attempted breach, Chloe hadn't necessarily forgiven them and in her eyes, they had not made it up to her. Being accused of attempted murder landed her here but just as she had done through her trial and everything up to, she remained silent about her "crimes." Being well educated with the law had its perks and for a second, sadness mixed in with her silent anger. She accepted her weaknesses a long time ago, one of them being sex. With that single experience, she discovered a need to kill. Maybe it was the power of it, attacking a man at his complete moment of weakness. Never for a moment did she question her sanity, she needed to seek some kind of help but she refused to let anyone at Murkoff evaluate her psyche. "Fuck that..." Chloe thought out loud behind closed eyes, adding a small chuckle as the interviewer scribbled on. "Are we done here guy? I got things to take care of." With a raised eyebrow, his attention shifted back to her. An awkward silence passed between the two of them, the intensity in his eyes had now grown. She had apparently made him upset and this intrigued her, now that it had become a game. "What's this? The silent treatment?" Chloe grinned sheepishly, readjusting her body in the chair she had become acquainted with over the course of four months. By this time, everyone was used to her need to change position or move around every so often. It helped to also shift thoughts, thereby controlling those feelings. But unfortunately this guy was unfamiliar and unaware of her preference to the silent type. She found them more challenging. Her legs crossed over the chair's right arm and she threw her arms behind her head, an amused expression now on display. "So I guess this means, this is my interview now, huh?"

Chloe laid awake in her cell, listening to the sounds of a nearby peer tear away the walls, her screams and shrieks filling random still moments. After about a month, she had barely noticed the few of them anymore, even managing to masturbate and fall asleep faster as the months passed. But that wasn't happening tonight. Chloe had concluded that the medication distributed earlier either proved ineffective on the patient down the hall or she had also tongued her meds. And although her interviewer possessed fond traits, he did not satisfy her fantasies mentally. She sighed deeply out of boredom and rolled onto the floor, pulling out a piece of paper the asylum provided for them and a blue marker she had managed to snatch from her interviewer's office.

Four months. Four months of silence and I cannot believe I'm still here. Should've never listened to that lawyer, to believe I'd be out in 60 days. Yet they still believe there's an alter me. That what is going on has to be the doing of a Mr. Hyde. The ONE sane thing about me is that I'm aware of my transgressions. And since that stupid fucking project, I feel different. Different but not better. I thought they would've had me shipped out somewhere else by now, somewhere better, more effective. Did they think strange imagery cured blood thirst? Need help. My desires continue to grow and...

these long four months. And there's only the couple of women left. What are they going to do with the rest of us?

Chloe continued to jot her thoughts, attempting to rid herself of the feeling to go mad. She knew she had problems but what Murkoff was doing to her, to these people. These mad people she had to pass, day to day. It didn't help the killing urges, that was for sure. A commotion crashed her speculations and suddenly, she and the insomniac down the hall were not alone. "So who's the loud mouth bitch down here?" A voice rang, joining in with her night companion, as several footsteps plodded through. Chloe quickly balled the paper in her fist before tossing it under the cot along with the marker and dashing quietly towards her cell door. Thankfully, the nook of the doors allowed them the benefit to peek without consequence of being caught. A group of blue suits followed by an escorting security guard but none of them speaking. She had missed the equally loud jackass who had decided to investigate a screaming female patient with the Murkoff nerd army in the middle of the night. The screams now silent, another voice spoke. "We gave her medication Mr. Blaire. Perhaps we can increase the dosage temporarily until we can speak to her physician in the morning." "No...I'm sure we can find her a serviceable solution." More movement. More screaming, except now the were howls of terror. "NO. NO YOU SICK MOTHERFU-NO!" It was piercing, gut-wrenching. "Yeah. Keep screaming baby. This is just foreplay." Chloe's eyes closed in sympathy, having heard rumors about scientists sexually assaulting patients. Her mind painted a skeevy scientist getting his rocks off a woman in torture while those who were meant to protect simply watched; the imagery itself was sickening. Spit was suddenly scarce and her vision blurred in strange shapes. Enough was enough. "YOU PEOPLE ARE TWISTED. I DON'T BELONG HERE, MR. BLAIRE." Not only was it dark, it was quiet and it only proved detrimental and worrisome as to how he would respond. A calm face abruptly settled in the nook of her door and startled, she increased the space between their eyes, stepping away from the door cautiously. The face did not speak but instead turned to someone other than her. "...Case number: two-zero-eight...Wahl...admitted May of this year..." One of the blue suits was speaking now and instantaneously, Chloe began to regret her decision to speak. Her thoughts. The one thing she considered sacred and sheltered from these people balled carelessly in a corner. And if they were to...

"Ms. Wahl." Blaire's familiar voice rang and she now identified him as the loud mouth asshole. "A lady as tight lipped as yourself suddenly has so much to say." He remarked matter of factly, handing a piece of a paper back to his companion and again, Chloe thought back to her admission unsecured under the bed.

"What can I do? Would they sweep the cell? Fucking of course they would. And they'd find the fucking marker..."

"If I were you, I'd watch your mouth. It's not in your best interest to speak of the company in that way. Especially the effort and time..."

"What a dick. I could shove it in my jumpsuit. After I run under the bed to retrieve it..."

"...could help if you let them try." Chloe snapped back to the moment at the sound of his words and shook her head, a silhouette of curls rattled along in sync, as she calmly walked towards her cot. "You're under our care in the meantime, Ms. Wahl. In a few days, you'll have no choice." A threat to conclude the conversation, to act as a distraction while he walked away. She swallowed the worry of being violated down with the meds she had tongued and laid down, now listening to the bittersweet sound of nothingness. It seemed her companion had clocked out for the night and in a short while, Chloe would follow. But again that night , she was visited by a familiar sense. A sixth sense - a longing, sickening sense of lust deep within her core that begged for consent. An appetite that she would finally give in to satisfy: to make Jeremy Blaire the one to fulfill her aches.

Author's Note:

It's been a LONG time since I've written. Since playing Outlast I, like others, have wondered what it would've been like with a female protagonist. I decided to make her a patient, and one with killing tendencies. She's not exactly a murderer...yet. But please bare with my character's set up; she's so iffy, I don't even understand her. o_o But more of her story will be revealed as the story goes on.

I'm going to throw references in there but I must make it clear that this will not be a love story. YES, there will be explicit scenes regarding sex with Eddie Waylon Chris Walker (lolwut) but NO LOVE STORY. And I adore Eddie, I do. But there can be only one.

As far as the sex toy weapon goes, I'll leave it to your creativity to think what she could've possibly used. I came up with a few of my own. ;) I'd love to hear what you guys come up with as well.

No Eddie in this chapter but stay patient, he's on deck for an appearance. I can't wait to write his character out. Other canon characters will make an appearance in future chapters just as our dear Mr. Blaire has in this one.

I'm open to all suggestions but anything negative or flat out rude won't be acknowledged. Constructive criticism if anything criticizing please.

I'm working on CH. 2 so look for in within the next day or so. :)

Thank you so much for reading.

- FLCN :