This came to me at some random moment in time, though I wouldn't say it was the best of times to come around... but nevertheless, I wrote it down. It's more of a drabble really.
If there's any wrong facts or simple mistakes, then blame the fact I never played the game personally. I'm too much of a pussy to anyway. That game is horrifyingly frightening to the core. TT
Enjoy.
My name is Daniel.
He fumbled with the tinderbox, his breaths barely coming out as he searched the darkness. When they did, they were horrified pants, like there wasn't any air. Forcing himself to keep his fingers still - trembling had done his nightmares well enough - he lit the brass lantern on the floor, feeling a momentary, but warm feeling of safety.
I live at Mayfair.
His steps echoed against the carpet-bare floors, painstakingly loud in this silence. It only made the suspense worse for him. Beyond the quietness of these grey walls and the thin curtain of darkness - moonlight never seemed so wonderful to him now than ever, even if it was slowly disappearing as he walked further from that corridor of windows - could be anything. Monsters, more corpses, his eventual death? He grit his teeth - that felt loud too - and clutched his unlit lantern tightly, trying to calm himself so that he could listen.
So he could listen, and cheat Death once again.
...Why can't I remember anything more? Amnesia...?
When he awakened, he wondered why it was raining rose petals. However, his curiosity never seemed to rise, his mind content with simply watching these petals fall in a silent serenade as stray moon rays fell over them.
One of them fell on his cheek. He thought it would be soft, like silk, but it felt sticky - liquid, he realised immediately - and warm, but not in a good way.
He saw the world darken.
Why... Why did I come here? What have I done here...?
His calloused hand pushed open the door, meeting a sudden brightness that took several moments and blinking to adjust with. Deep chocolate eyes fell onto the table on the other end, neat and tidy with a single flaming candle and note. There seemed to be an ink bottle along with those two, but his mind didn't seem so focused on remembering such unnecessary details, hastily forgetting its simple presence as easily as he noticed it. He moved sluggishly to it, slowly - there was hesitation as well. He didn't understand why - and picked up the paper, reading its contents.
Soon, he set it back in place, eyes lingering on the candle momentarily - he wished he could just stay there, by the golden light. He felt sane only if he did so, unlike in the darkness earlier - before moving away.
Looks like he had to finish something before he could leave.
My name is Daniel, and I live in Mayfair. I have amnesia... because I did something wrong, and I have to correct my mistake before I leave this nightmare of a cursed hell.
When he walked out - away from that torturous world of fiendish dreams. He would never dare himself to come back, despite the odds - and paused to observe, to watch this strangely new place that stood all around him, he began to recognize what they were, one by one. Towering browns with hands of green, spread far before his eyes - trees, parts of a forest now desolate. Rocks and powdered stone below - the ground, holding together everything. And the bright blueness above - it held the sky and its godly white clouds.
And there, hung the sun. Light. He felt hollow staring it, yet he couldn't fathom the hollowness. There was place for one thing only.
A sensation of liberation.
Short, but like I said earlier, it's a drabble thing.
Review if you like. No flaming though!
~Shiroi