"Hey Guys, just wanted to make a short story on OUTLAST"
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CHAPTER 1
LIFE IS A KEY
"Ugh,...Ahh!"he yelled
"No,no,no"whispered the patient
His hands struggled again and again. Trying desperately to move from his tightening. Darkness was around. Nothing but the sounds of distress and sadness.
The straps were held on tightly. A dangling light moved back and forth. His body was strapped down tightly on the patient table.
Struggling he was as the Patient known as "Harold Mayson". Harold held nothing in his hands. Yet around his neck was a key.
Swinging back and forth as he laughed and stared with a tilting head.
Walked around the table touching the tied man's exposed legs. The bounded man on the patient's table was named "Roy Garth" (Main Character).
Roy struggled kicking his legs. Yet Harold smiled. His lips had dangling threads of wires. Dripping with blood. He stared at Roy. Harold had no hair.
His eye brows were completely shaved. His nose was broken. His eyes were solid white. His inner iris colors were faded. His shirt was gone.
"Boy,boy,oh boy"said Harold laughing as he walked away again
Roy looked at him leaving back into the darkness of the room. The light source moved left and right. Laughing and giggles came from Roy's left hand side.
His left hand broke free. Roy was felt with rushing joy. Yet at that single moment.
Harold returned as Roy acted stupid. Making it seem like he couldn't move at all. Roy looked forward. His eyes staring with such great fear towards Harold.
"Hmmph, haha,hoho,hehe,hoha,holo, Hello my friend...I want to introduce you to my best friend..."said Harold
Roy's fear grew more and more. Seeing the massive machete gripped tightly around the right hand of Harold. His eyes shook side to side. Roy grunted aloud.
"Shhhh,no,no,NO! please my friend...This,all this? Isn't but a sight of Life, a mere fact of life itself"said Harold reaching out towards Roy
Roy stopped moving and grunting as he stared at the left opened hand of Harold. Bony and fleshy. Weak and willing.
Roy's cheeks were held by the fingers of Harold. Yet Roy didn't look away at all. Roy thought of his chances to gain the machete or run away.
If he ran, Harold would surely search for him again. Yet if he killed Harold he would have a sign of relief. For a while.
Roy stared at the smiling Harold lifting up the machete. Smiling with a large brown-yellowish smiling grin.
His eyes looked towards Roy as he lifted up the bloody dirty machete over his head.
"Piece by Piece, my friend...HHAHAHAHAHAHAA!"laughed menacingly Harold
Roy grabbed ahold of Harold's wrist. Harold's Machete missed cutting the right leg of this instant Roy punched Harold and grabbed the machete.
Harold dropped into the ground. Laughing with joy. Roy cut through the braces and jolted to his feet. He ran forward. Into the ever lasting darkness.
Towards the opened door. The hallway was large and dank. Smelly and dusty. The glass on the left was shattered. The walls were filled of red blood.
Blood marked as "Bring Joy To The Many In The World".Roy didn't care, he only cared about living now. Laughing echoed behind him.
The menacing Laugh of Harold.
"HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA...NOTHING! YOU HAVE NOTHING!HAHAHAHAHHA"Harold's laughed ever more continued through the hallway
His life was more important than what he had been promised. Than what he had been told. Than what he had arrived to do. In search for his friend.
Roy turned right as he tried opening the door. The nob was closed. So was the door bordered shut. It wouldn't budge at all.
Roy looked right seeing Harold walking. Sounds of incoming feet. Sounds of bare feet walking with no hurry towards him.
"My friend...Oh my friend...Come to me...Arrive within me to be filled with Joy...HAHAHAHAHAHAHA"said Harold aloud in the utter darkness
Roy looked left seeing nothing but broken books. Blocking wheel chairs. Then he noticed the open vent.
Roy rushed towards it as he climbed into the open vent. Roy rushed inside of it and stayed quiet. Sounds of walking suddenly stopped.
Sounds of breathing came alive. Roy looked down at his hands. Blood. He stared at the stains of blood. Roy stayed quiet.
Trying to stop himself from shaking so much. Harold was getting closer by the foot steps sounds. Roy opened his eyes and looked back into the vent.
Roy cursed under his breath. Knowing he had dropped his camera somewhere. Yet he was determined to find it again.
To see like a bat in the uttering darkness.
BLOWN BREAKER
