I do not own "Splatterhouse" or any of the characters associated with the game. "Splatterhouse" belongs to its rightful owners, Namco, and I claim no copyright. Citlali belongs to me, as well as other characters of my creation.

This fiction will contain explicit violence, gore, and very strong sexual themes. This will be rated, "M" for Mature. Reader's discretion is advised.

Alright, alright…I need a breather, and so do you. Take five minutes to sit on the bench and sip your Gatorade, you pussy. Nochehuatl heard that all too familiar voice ringing throughout his head, faint and sounding faraway from where he was.

All of a sudden, he was falling down a hole, down a hole that felt like it was a million miles deep. He felt sick to his stomach, and he had to force himself to keep his mouth shut out of the fear that he would vomit. He was spinning and spiraling out of control as the air around him whooshed loudly.

And then he slammed onto the floor, feeling like the wind had just been knocked out of him. His chest burned with pain, as did the rest of his body. With alarming clarity, he realized that…

…He was out! He was in control! He could feel the bone spikes sinking back into his body, rejoining his still-gigantic skeleton. The feeling was painful, but he could begin to feel immense relief filling him. The feeling of the bone blades retracting was unsettling; he could feel them shift and rearrange underneath the skin and muscles, making his muscles twitch in discomfort.

However, he still felt so very weak…Weaker than normal. How long had it been since the Mask took him over fully? How many days and nights had it been since he had been the one in control of his actions?

Slowly, he opened his eyes, feeling like the entire World was spinning too fast. Nochehuatl looked around to see that he was lying face down on the floor, blood pooled up all around him. The site where the blades had been protruding from out of his arms was bleeding, blood pouring down his arms and onto the floor. With slight revulsion, he watched as the wounds slowly zippered shut, leaving behind an itchy, tickling sensation, indicating freshly healed flesh.

With a sudden, gagging cough, blood burbled from the mouth-holes in the mask, splashing onto the floor to mingle in with his own blood.

Oops! Shouldn't have eaten so much! Oh well, no point in being wasteful now. Nochehuatl looked up, his vision swimming slightly as he listened to the voice of the Mask chuckle lightly, the blood that had been spilt traveling up his body and into the Mask itself.

With as much strength as he could muster, Nochehuatl rolled over onto his side, feeling his massive muscles straining with effort. He was panting like he had just run all around the World, and he felt his heart hammering quickly and loudly within his chest. Whether it was his own heartbeat, the Mask's, or the two of them combined, was lost to him.

At the moment, all he could think about was…was the poor girl that the Mask had been torturing for the last few nights. He wondered where she was…

Oh, you mean MY little fuck-buddy? Ooooww, she's a nice one; nice and tight and can suck cock like she's been doing it her whole fucking life. Her blood's just as good; spicy and filled with terror, just the way I like it. Of course, YOU wouldn't know; you're too much of a fucking pussy to appreciate the finer things in life. The Mask jeered from within, sounding like he was talking right in Nochehuatl's ear. Nochehuatl grimaced as he looked around, trying to push himself up with his massive arms. It felt like his torso alone weighed a million pounds, and found that he was unable to lift himself up.

Something caught his eye; something was lying on the far right side of the room. Nochehuatl strained his eyes to see what it was, and his breath instantly caught in his throat.

It…It was the girl!

She was currently curled up into a ball on the floor, her back to him so that he could see the rough carving of the Mask's name on her back. He winced; he was vaguely aware of why the Mask had done that to her, and it was horrible to think about. He had heard the Mask think to himself about how, "The message should sink in after this".

Her long, black hair was messy, looking damaged from being grabbed constantly. Her breathing was erratic at times, possibly from dreaming about her captor and the torture he had been putting her through.

What…What was her name…? I can't…I can't think of it…He thought, trying desperately to think of what her name was. He had heard one of the unfortunate sacrifices say it, but he couldn't remember it…Everything was just too fuzzy and faint…

Citlali.

What? What's Citlali? Nochehuatl asked in his brain.

That's her name, you dumb ass. It's a stupid name; her parents must not have planned her to give her such a stupid name. But then again, you humans reproduce like fucking rabbits. The Mask sneered inside of his head, Nochehuatl almost feeling the sneer form on his face.

So her name was Citlali? "Star" was what her name stood for…

He suddenly had an idea. He only hoped that it would work before the Mask could catch on to what he was up to…

"…Ci…Cit…lali…" He whispered, his voice barely rose as he raised an arm up from the floor, reaching for her. He hadn't used his voice in a long time, and thus, it had grown scratchy and weak. If he could wake up Citlali, she could…She could take the Mask off of him! Or even kill him! Anything would be better than being forced by a demonic Mask to do a number of horrible, nightmarish deeds!

Citlali didn't stir, didn't even twitch. She continued on sleeping. If only she would wake up!

"…Citla…li…He-" Suddenly, Nochehuatl found that he couldn't speak…

M-my voice! Why won't it work? He thought desperately as one hand grasped at his thick neck. He heard the Mask chuckling darkly inside of his head, and in an instant, he knew just what had happened.

I don't think so! I may need to take a breather, but I've still got enough energy to hold your voice back. You think you can just beg my little fuck-buddy to "Oh, please, help me! I'm such a fucking pussy!" Wasn't this what you wanted? All of this power? To be feared and respected? Well, you got what you wanted, so relax, shut the fuck up, and let ME handle things. Didn't you once say to me, "I'm tired of people thinking that I'm nothing. I'm tired of being pushed around all of the time! I want people to be scared of me! I want them to know that I AM somebody!"? Well, wish granted, asshole; you've got ME. The Mask chided, still laughing darkly as Nochehuatl continued to reach for Citlali, the only sounds he was making were light choking sounds.

Sounds not loud enough to wake her up.

I-I never wanted this! I never wanted to kill people! I just wanted them to know that I was somebody! Why are you making me do this? Nochehuatl thought as he felt tears begin to well up in his eyes.

This was all your choice, Nochehuatl; YOU chose to create a bone mask. YOU chose to summon me. YOU chose to put me on. YOU chose to leave your older brother behind. You were just being a bitch because you thought that he was getting all of the praise and the love and all of that bittersweet shit. You wanted to upstage him; you wanted people to focus on YOU. Well, now you've got all of that…And more. He's fled now; he fled like the little cock-muncher that he is. You've gotten all the attention you'll ever desire, and it's all thanks to ME. The Mask taunted.

N-no! You told me that you would make them all see me for who I really am! That I'm not…

Weak? They all saw you as a weak-willed little shit, and you hated that, didn't you? You couldn't STAND seeing your brother be the precious Golden Boy, the Hero. They all LOVED him, and they couldn't stand you. You were always in the way. Nobody wanted you. But now look; they're all on their knees, licking your ass. Oh, wait…They're not licking YOUR ass…They're licking MINE. They LOVE me…They still hate YOU. They HATE how you've robbed them of their first-born children, HATE the fear that you've instilled into them. They don't know I exist; they think that this is all YOU.

Nochehuatl clenched his fists to his eyes, tears pouring down the bone mask as the Mask laughed at him, the sound loud and cruel. All of this…All of this truly was his fault. If only he hadn't been so jealous. If only he hadn't wished to be feared.

I…I don't want all of this! I don't want this anymore! He wailed in his head as tears spattered onto the stone floor. The Mask gave a husky laugh as pain began to fill his entire body, the familiar feeling of bone spikes puncturing through the muscles and the skin on his back.

Well, too bad. You got what you wanted, and now I'm getting what I wanted. Now, if you'll excuse me, I need to tend to my fuck-buddy.

And suddenly, he was falling again.

Falling…

Falling…

…Falling…

...Help me…Somebody help me…

And then he was in the darkness without any sort of control or comfort.

He was alone.