Hello people! So I've started working on an outlast fanfiction. For those of you waiting for the Loki fanfiction, no worries! I'll be starting on the next chapter this coming week. I'll be updating both at the same time now that school is out :)

Enjoy the carnage!

She was covered in blood – and it wasn't hers. Thank god it wasn't hers. Clair's eyes flashed down to the dismembered body of a security guard, the guard that brought her here in the first place.

They had shown up at the hospital she was at earlier that day, saying that Mount Massive Asylum had a new type of therapy, one, they said, that would expedite her recovery. She'd signed the forms, said her good-byes to the staff that had taken care of her since the trial, and headed out.

Unfortunately, they had made a mistake.

The doctors were furious with the security officer who brought her in, saying they had asked for Clarence Johnson, not Clair Johnson. The guard apologized profusely, but said there had been no Clarence, only a Clair, he'd just assumed they had decided to start testing on women again. Testing – the word made her stomach tie up in knots. It was at that point she knew something was wrong, much more wrong then her just being a women.

"I apologies for this inconvenience," The doctor had said, a small, condescending smile on his face, "But we can't let you leave here. Not after what you've heard, what you might have seen." The doctor then turned to the guard and gave him a nod, indicating he needed to take her from the room.

"Put her in a holding cell until we find the time to operate on her – we'll be removing her uterus. Perhaps doing so will prevent the phantom pregnancy and give us more time to experiment."

She struggled, struggled like she'd never done before – not even with him. She screamed, and she cussed, but the guard assured her no one could hear, and if they did, they wouldn't help. As Clair had started her third round of shouting, her voice was drown out by the sound of alarms. The security guard looked around concerned and reached for his radio, but he didn't have time to take it from his belt. A large gray mist in the form of a man had lingered down the hall in front of them. The guard had let her go then, backing up slowly. He had started to say something, but Clair couldn't hear him over the alarms, his mouth just moved in panicked silence.

Just as quickly as it had appeared, it was gone – at least that's how it looked. In the time it had taken Clair to look from the hall to the guard, he was already flouting in the air – screaming, she had assumed. His arms and chest started to contort, and in a quick instant, he exploded from the inside out.

Clair held back a gag and turned her head from the gore. Was the monster still here? No, if it was, it would have already been on her by now. The alarms had stopped not seconds after the guard had been killed, and now the flashing red lights were all that remained. Clair needed to get out of here now, while the getting was good. They'd all be in a panic about whatever was going on, and she'd, hopefully, be able to sneak out. She then glanced down at her cuffs, and let out an irritated huff. She wouldn't be getting anywhere far in these.

She knew where the keys could be, but she didn't know if she would be able to go through with it. Clair turned back to what was left of the guard and took a breath. There weren't exactly too many options, it was dig through that, or walk around an asylum for the criminally insane in handcuffs. Clair hesitantly stepped over to the body and knelt down, her knees producing and ungodly squishing noise as she did. Breath, she told herself. With shaking hands she reached into the body, moving around bones and muscles in an attempt to find his belt. It fortunately didn't take too long, and as quickly as she could Clair rummaged through all of the pockets attached to the belt.

"Thank God." She said aloud, holding the key between her bloody fingers. This was the first good thing to happen to her all day. Clair anxiously attempted to put the key in the slot, but with her hands still shaking, she was having some trouble.

Once free she stood up and looked around, suddenly aware that she had no idea where to go. This was a different hallway then the one they'd used to bring her to the doctors. A slight wave of panic set in and her legs felt unstable – as if they'd crumble if she'd try to move. Her luxury of standing in silence didn't last long, as it was interrupted by blood curtailing screams. Where were they coming from? From behind her or in front? It honestly sounded like it came from both directions.

Clair turned in place for a moment, deciding if she should continue on down the hall they were bringing her, or turn back to where she'd met the doctors. That's when she spotted it – a pipe, hanging lose from the ceiling above. If she was going to walk around the asylum, she wasn't about to do it unarmed. It took a couple of hefty jumps to get her fingers around it, being as short as she was, but once Clair had it in hand her weight was enough to pull it out. A small amount of putrid smelling water poured out of what was left of the pipe above, and she stepped back to avoid it.

"Alright, I need a plan." She said aloud to herself, "Find an elevator, and get to the main entrance – hopefully unnoticed – then get the hell out."

She nodded, and tried to reassure herself that the plan she'd come up with wasn't completely insane and destined to fail. Clair turned to go down the hall the guard had been leading her before when she stopped cold. Someone was at the other end, where that mist monster had been. He was in a patient outfit same as her, but he didn't look too out of it. The only thing that kept her from advancing was the object he was holding in his hand – a weapon maybe? It kind of looked like a video camera.

Thanks for reading! Pictures for these chapters and other outlast drawings I do will be on my tumblr! :)