Disclaimer: I do not own Max Payne, just borrowing Ol' Maxey for a brief time.
AN: Slightly AU, Max researching the drug for his department.
Research of the drug Valkyr, as taken by the author of this log. On every brick wall, there is graffiti. A large 'V' with a syringe pierced through it. This is the mark of Valkyr, a very dangerous green colored narcotic. After taking a dose of it with my whiskey, I found myself in a extremely realistic and bizarre lucid dream. Or rather, nightmare. I was suddenly in a mock of my home, hallways twisting like snakes on a cutting board. Stretched and dizzying to my eyes. Running along this lucid maze almost drove me insane. It wasn't until I reached the babies room that the crying and shouts of my wife stopped. My baby, in a bundle of bloody blankets, was in her fallen crib. Dead as dust. The dream then took me to a blood trail, a single line of the crimson life source twisting and turning while it snowed the flesh of fallen angels, landing on me and dripping off, staining my hands. Running along the blood, slipping and letting out a howl that would be from a man with nothing to lose soon became as natural as breathing as I spent what seemed like years following the lucid path. Finally reaching the door to my bedroom, I kicked it open, witnessing a double of myself killing my beautiful wife, bullet right between the eyes. I screamed until I woke myself up, throat raw. I ran to the nursery, only to be met with a fallen cradle, and bloody blankets. Giving off an inhuman howl, I knew my wife was dead as well. Valkyr is a drug that is not to be underestimated. Do not repeat my mistakes.
Max Payne.
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