Hey guys! ^-^ I recently join the Outlast fandom and I am proud to type the first chapter in this fanfiction. Expect blood, guts, swearing, and sexual innuendos.
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Patient: Lorena Aleksandrya Glavan
Consultation Dated: 2013.07.21
Patient Age: 25
D.O.B: 1988.04.10
Gender: Female
Observing Physician: Dr. Derek Sumner
"Hello, Lorena. How are you today?" Dr. Sumner asked with a polite smile.
"How do you think I'm doing, doc?" I replied, my eyes narrowing on the doctor as I was restrained to a chair. Dr. Sumner smiled and wrote a few things down before looking back to me and took a few photos out and showed them to me. The first was of my husband. "Do you know who this is?" He asked.
I smirked and shook my head. "Yeah, I know who he is. He is the scumbag of the Earth that caused me to lose my baby." I replied and moved my brown hair from my face by flinging my head back and then moving it to look back at the doctor. The doctor put the picture away and wrote a few things down. "Your husband gave us another story." He stated, sipping his coffee.
"They're all lies. Of course you won't believe me, no matter how much I tell the truth. You guys want to keep me here at the great Mount Massive Asylum since I am the only female left." Dr. Sumner just smiled and held his pen in hand.
"Then tell me your truth, Lorena." He spoke gently with that winning smile that sent shivers down my spine. This guy was creepy, as were all the doctors here at MMA. I stood quiet for a moment. I saw no point in telling the truth, it wouldn't get me out of this hellhole, it would only succeed in keeping me here. My husband had cheated on me, wanted no part of me or my child anymore. He even brought his mistress to our home where he told me everything, his sins. Then his mistress pushed me down the stairs and I miscarried. He lied to doctors, saying that he wanted a divorce and to hurt and spite him, I threw myself down the stairs to lose the baby. Of course they believed him due to his acting. Bastard should have won an Oscar. After I recovered my husband was friends with a guy named Jeremy Blaire and had me committed here to Mount Massive Asylum.
I decided not to answer and I looked away from the doctor. He walked over to me and put his hands on my shoulders. "Get your hands off me." I told him, a look of distaste plastered across my face. "I can help you get out of here, you know. You just have to get…..creative." He whispered in my ear and licked it. I knew what he meant, that sick fuck. I turned my head and spat him in his face and then I found myself getting thrown into my cell.
The next day this place took a turn for the worst. I had never before seen such chaos. My cell was opened and a man whose face was mutilated and rearranged open. "Pretty." He cooed and neared me and I quickly ducked under his legs and ran fast. Patients were killing the guards left and right, there was blood everywhere. I could hear that….thing chase after me and thankfully I lost it by slipping through a small crevice that he was too big to get through. I walked for some time not knowing where the hell I was until I saw a sign that said I was in the male ward. That couldn't be good. I kept walking into someone running came towards me.
After we bumped into each other, I noticed it was a guy with a camera. If he was documenting all this crap for personal pleasure, I don't know how much more I can take. "Who are you?!" He exclaimed, pointing his camera at me. He looked frightened to death. Maybe he was just as sane as me. "Lorena. You?" I replied and nodded to him. "Waylon. Waylon Park." He said as we both got up and then I heard thumping and the ground quake.
"Little pigs." A gruff voice called. I looked a saw a big brute with his face mashed to look like pig. "Come on!" Waylon shouted and we began running together. I was not going to die by that…that….thing! Oh hell no! We jumped through a vent and escaped him. "Ha! Take that! Who's the pig now!?" I teased until I heard a roar from the brutish man and crawled fast down the vent with Waylon trailing behind me.
"My bad." I told him as we sat in the vent together, a sheepish smile on my face.
"Just…don't do it again." He replied and we went towards the kitchen and we saw a man over a dead body and the body's head was in the microwave. The man then looked to us and said something I didn't quite hear then the head exploded. I screamed and covered my eyes and ducked down.
"Let's get the fuck out of here!" Waylon shouted and pulled me up and we took off fast and heard the cannibal shout at us and calling us meat. If I ever got out of this hell-hole, I knew I was going to have nightmares for weeks. We hid in the lockers and remained silent. My breath was shaky as I leaned back in the locker and waited, trying not to move. We heard footsteps and I was praying in my head for him not to find us. I heard lockers starting to be opened and I heard it coming closer to mine. This cannibal was going to find me and kill me. I knew this. Now all he needed to do was open this locker. If I was going down, I wasn't going down without a fight.
Clang! Clang! "Come on, asshole!" I shouted in my mind, waiting.