Warnings: This story will contain blood and description about murder and child abuse.

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Mount Massive Asylum for the Criminally Insane; Excerpt from Interview; Observing Physician: Dr. Garnett Snow; Patient; Eddie Gluskin; (14:27, 2013.01.08)

*Recording Start*

"How do you feel today, Mr. Gluskin?"

"Fine. I'm fine. Perfectly healthy and stable."

"Mmhm. How do you think the treatment is working for you so far then?"

"Good, good. It's going great. I really feel a lot better."

"Do you think this treatment has affected you to feel different about your former actions?"

"Yes, I feel a lot better now."

"And you say that you have successfully achieved ascendancy your dream state during your exposure to the morphogenic engine?"

"Yes, yes. I feel that I have gained control to the fullest now since my first round."

"Really? Because, I have a report here that says otherwise."

"That's a fucking lie!"

"Calm down. I am just here to ask you questions about your dream state. No need for you to get upset, Mr. Gluskin."

"Stop fucking calling me that! I hate that! I hate being called that!"

"What? You mean, 'Mr. Gluskin'?"

"I said stop calling me that!"

"Fine, but what else should I call you? Eddie?"

"That's fine…"

"Why don't you like being called by your last name? Does it remind you of your father, Gerald Gluskin?"

"Fuck! Don't say that name! That's not my real fucking father and that's not my real fucking name!"

"Then who is your real father? And what is you real name then?"

"Cleaver. Yes, that's my real name. My father's name is Ward."

"Ward Cleaver? Like the father in the TV show 'Leave it to the Beaver'?"

"…"

"I take your silence as a yes. You know, Eddie, this isn't the first time you have claimed that your childhood experiences came from several episodes from that show. Do you want to talk about that, Eddie?"

"…"

"Alright then. If we're done talking here I suppose the doctor would want me to hand you over so you can continue on the proje-

"No! Not that! Anything but that! I don't want to get into that again! You can't do this to me! You can't fucking torture me like this! Fuck! You fucking shit! You can't! Help! Help!"

"Calm down, Eddie! Stop struggling! Guard! Guard!"

*Recording Stops*

Xxx

She was a filthy slut. Just like the rest of them.

A horrendous female being that fit with the rest of them.

He was in town to do some business when he had seen the woman. She had looked only a few years older than himself and was alone in a bar at night—alone and drunk from too much alcohol. She had watched him from afar for quite some time before approaching him with wobbly legs. He then put on his mask; the mask, who changed his appearance so well, that it fooled anyone to see him nothing else but a charming, helpful, kind man.

She had brought up a cigarette packet from her purse and offered him one, which he gracefully turned down. She giggled as they had made small talk. She praised him as he had often been praised before of his appealing good looks and muscular body. It was clear that it was Eddie she had become drunk on, that she wanted him, was no surprise for him.

It was funny, because he wanted her too, but presumably not the same way.

After a few more hollow conservations, they both had taken their coats and left together.

From there they took a leisurely walk in the park. Almost immediately she suggested with absolutely no shame in her face that they could have a little 'fun' on the grass.

She didn't question him when he had grabbed her shoulder and led her away from the stone rout and onto the grass behind the bushes. She hadn't complained when his hold on her shoulder got uncomfortably painful as she leaned towards him and tried to give him a kiss, which he quickly averted.

She had giggled and mockingly asked if he was a shy little boy. Her eyes don't notice that his facial expression takes on a look of loathing. She didn't see, or even wondered for a second, that her life was on a hazardous thread.

As she opened up her blouse, exposing her b*** and neck, he dragged out the razor-sharp knife from his inner pocket that he always carries with him. She gasped when his knife penetrated her b***. A gasp of ecstasy or pain or perhaps shock that the moment she had found secretive and lascivious had turned to something agonizing and horrendous.

His mask fell off and his real face came up to the surface. A smile curls up on his lips in to a grin as he saw the blood slowly cover her blouse, the fabric absorbing it.

She is a whore, just like the rest of them—a filthy, fucking whore.

With strong force, he yanked the knife out from her chest, hearing a loud sigh as he did. Then he stabbed her again, and again, and again, forcing more blood to spill out.

Her legs eventually gave out, and she fell down onto her back on the cold grass. He takes a deep breath, filling his lungs with the smell of copper and iron.

She is still alive. Her bloody, puncture bitch goes up and down, fighting for air, as her throat makes a whiny sound, trying to make a sound. Maybe she wanted to scream or perhaps beg for mercy, but she can't since her lungs were filled with red fluid.

He went down on his knees, flung up her skirt over her stomach, which incited a small painful whimper in response. Weak and probably in a state of shock, she is incapable to try to stop him as he forced her legs apart.

He grimaced in distaste as he noticed her lack of underpants.

With rapidly pace, he repeatedly stabbed her between her there. Blood makes it way down her legs, causing her to loudly gasp and squeak with distress. He stabs inside her cunt, just as she had only for a moment ago wanted him to do, but with a softer, warmer, and flesh-made tool.

The blood keeps spurting out from her wounds, and he continued to stab her, feeling for every drawn second how her pulse slowly fades away.

"Filthy whore, fucking bitch," he muttered for only her to hear, as he showed his hatred for her and every disgusting whore on this earth.

When he's done, when her heart has stopped and her body no longer fighting to stay alive, he pulled away from her. Her blouse's front is dripping with the red liquid, and her legs are covered with the same color.

Putting the knife in his inside pocket, he grabbed her legs and dragged her toward the running waterway nearby. He's not stupid. It's not like he would just grab a whore to take her life and end the world's misery with her in it on a place he wouldn't know to how cover it up.

No, the time and place is just as planned as always.

The river is only a few meters away, where he can simply throw the body in to let it float away for it to be discovered a few days from now. The darkness helped to cover his action if anyone by chance happened be walking in the park, which he highly doubted anyways since it's a Wednesday night and weather reports had said it would start to rain by the end of it.

Eddie's smile grew wider as he heard the splash when her body fell down the river. Another whore out from this world. Another woman, who no longer can bear any children to ruin their lives or another's.

Another task is done. And tomorrow, when he gets home, he will start his search for another one.

Xxx

Eddie remembers his first.

After Eddie got out from the psychiatric hospital, after wasting a year and a half there, he decided to go back to school and get an education. It had been one of the things both he and his therapist had agreed on seeing that it was a sensible thing to do.

With the help from one of his doctors, he got help to find a place to rent, called a halfway house, and enter an alternative school to help earn some good grades.

His new place was small and shabby, but Eddie didn't mind. It was only for a while, and between that and the psychiatric ward, this was a better choice.

His classroom at the school was small too—only eight students, all in a variety of ages and intelligence levels. The only thing they have in common is that they are all males. He found out soon enough that he isn't the only one in the class that had spent time in a mental hospital. Some of them had even gone so far as to spent time in jail for defaults with the law.

Some of the guys look at him with tense eyes, wondering what the man with the muscular body could have done in his past. Most of the guys seem nervous with him nearby, probably because of his brawny body and cold stare. But as long they won't do anything to him, he'll not bother any of them.

The teacher is a woman. She is nothing stunning with puffy cheeks, small breast, plain clothes, and a bit overweight. Nevertheless, she fills most of the men in the room with lust and leaves them with a throbbing erection and the need to masturbate with her in their thoughts.

One man, who sits beside Eddie in the back, masturbates quietly as the teacher continues to introduce herself to the class. Eddie notices, makes a face, but won't comment.

Her name is Mrs. Susan Turner.

She starts slow; she gives him extra attention during the class than the other men, giving him more praise and commendation for his work than anybody else. She touches his shoulder as she studies his work and leans distressing near him as she gently comments on the mistakes and faults. This in particular makes Eddie lean himself away, uncomfortable with her touch.
Eddie notices, and is sure others in the class do too as they glance with jealousy or grins at him when they see the affection she gives him.

It goes on like that for weeks, until one Thursday when Mrs. Turner ask Eddie to stay after the class has ended.

Then she begins to touch him—fondling his chest with her hand, whispering foul things she wants them to do in his ear. She tells him how handsome he looks, how much her body aches to have him inside of her, fucking her roughly and hard on his desk, as she will scream out dirty words. It disgusts him that not only does she want to do these things with him, a man, a student that she barely knows, but also because she is already married and doesn't seem to care who she breaks her vows to her husband with.

A horrendous woman. A slut. A whore.

He wants to hit her, scream at her about how sickening she is that she wants to do such filthy things than with her own spouse. How sick she makes him that she even just thinks those thoughts with him in them. Eddie wants to strangle her, kill her, and wipe her away from the surface of this earth, as this adultery bitch clearly doesn't deserve to walk on it.

But he won't, since he knows very well that causing her any harm would only get him into trouble. After all, the police would likely more believe a female teacher as a victim than an ex-mental patient.

Abhor sensation inside his torso wells up as her fingers begin to caress up to his neck, and she leans towards him for a kiss. Swallowing down a hard lump inside that builds up inside of him and forces his body to calm down from anxiety and anger, he pushes her gently aside and states that he should leave.

As he tries to get past her, her hands grab his wrist more roughly and demanding if anyone had touched him in years.

Not since…

The situation felt too excruciatingly familiar as she leans forward and starts kissing his neck, telling him how good she can make him feel, how much he will like it too.

He feels her hand slowly grope his penis, giving it a light squeeze and suddenly it is very late at night and he was eight in his bed with his father's hand inside his pants, touching his private parts. He cries and screams for his mother for help, despite that she never comes to his pleadings. His father grows furious and gives his son a hard punch in his face before pulling his nightwear down.

When he comes back to himself, he notices small scrape wounds on his wrists as the teacher claws, tries to break free from his grasp with his hands strongly grip around her neck. Being choked, she makes a gurgling sound, tries to plead for mercy.

He can stop at that moment. He can release his grip, let her lungs get the air she desperately wants, let her live.

But he doesn't. And why should he? Why should he give her mercy when she had ignored his?

Instead he grasps harder around her neck, feeling how her nails dig deeper into his wrist and her clawing gets more frantic.

He chokes her harder with every second. Even when her hands stops scratching at his hands and fall down limp to her sides, even when the choking sound from her last breaths stops, leaving the room in silence, even as her eyes has rolled back and her head sways loose in his hands and her body dangle limp in his grip.

Gradually, he lowers down the body on to the floor, as he lets out a heavy breath of adrenaline and relief.

His breath is steady, and he is feeling great. An emotion swells up inside of him as he stares down at the corpse. But it's not panic nor was it arousing.

It is a strong emotion—a feeling of power and blissfulness. A sensation that he finally got rid of a human filth that had been bothering him for weeks. A person with less ranking in the food chain than spit.

A human with no soul.

He learns soon that he loves that feeling.


So this is the first chapter of a much longer fic regarding the life, childhood, capture and incarceration of Eddie Gluskin. After time, more characters from the game will apear.

Each chapter will contain warning about that chapters triggering parts (so if something triggers you, but you still want to read this fic, you can just jump over the chapter that contains the triggering part.