The Victim
Author's notes: Another request by an ANON on tumblr.
Warnings: Character death
Murphy ran into the large chamber, axe in hand, ready to fight. He noticed it immediately… The ringing in his ears and his vision dancing and pulsing as though an unseen force were pressing against his eyes. And of course, the sharp migraine that sent shivers down his spine. It was exactly how Henry had described it.
He didn't have time for Walter's stupid pet ghosts, he had to find Townshend.
The chamber was completely enveloped in darkness, the light from the flashlight seemingly sucked into nothing.
Maybe…
He flipped on the UV light and sure enough, he could see the dark walls, a golden contraption sitting still in a pool of dark liquid.
Murphy turned slightly to the side… A giant monster made him yelp, but it laid still as death.
"The hell?" He didn't take two steps towards it when a noise that could only be defined as 'static' distracted him. And the pain… The pain in his head was debilitating. His heart was racing, pounding in his head and the static wouldn't stop!
A soft whimper made him jump, turning completely around. It was a figure of a man, hanging in the air and coming towards him slowly. Murphy's stomach turned.
The figure had no eyes, it's clothing bloodied and the small carving of '2||2|' just under its neck. The ex-con slowly fell to his knees, finding himself paralyzed by its approaching presence. It was whispering, moaning, whimpering and Murphy couldn't make out a single word of it.
"Henry…" His heart was in his throat… "I'm sorry… I'm… so sorry…" A searing pain exploded through his body as Victim 21 finally reached him, causing him to lose his voice. A single, chilling hand touched his cheek.
The last thing he heard was the sound of his last scream.
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