~Ruvik~
Laura reached out to him, but Ruvik backed away. His dodge to her touch was not intentional, but a natural instinct of his body. He was used to avoid human contact, even Marcelo knew better than to try to touch him, but this time Ruvik immediately regretted it.
Why am I running away from her? He asked himself. He was confused for a moment. All these years, all that he wanted was to have his sister near him again; to feel her touch and hear her voice.
"Ruben? What's wrong?" She sounded hurt by his action.
"Don't touch my face, Laura." He said in a slightly sad tone. "I don't want you dirtying your hands with my disgusting face."
He saw a small smile playing on her thin pink lips. She looks as beautiful as in the day she... we... His thoughts trailed off.
"You're not disgusting, Ruben." Laura swiftly reached out to him again, and this time he didn't have time to try to pull back. "You're beautiful. I told you you would be beautiful, didn't I?"
She walked around him, and Ruvik followed her with his eyes until she forced him to face forward. They were inside their parents' house now, he noticed. He was standing before a big mirror in Laura's room. She stared at his reflex in the mirror, while resting her chin in his shoulder from behind him.
"See?" She said in a low voice, right in his ear. "Beautiful."
Ruvik was at a loss for words. His bandages and scars were all gone. His eyes had their earlier light blue pigmentation, and his blonde hair covered his ears. He unbuttoned his shirt to look at his chest, hoping to find at least a small mark to prove what had happened to him, but there was none. His pale skin was perfect.
"Come on, fix your clothes!" Laura turned around in the room, making her red dress whirl like rose petals around her waist. "Let's go play in the sunflower field!"
Ruvik was still in front of the mirror but it wasn't his image he was looking at. As he fixed his shirt he just watched while his sister swirled around like the dreaming young girl she had always been. Like his real beloved sister. But he couldn't tell if that was really her.
It had been too long since she passed away; too long since he talked to her. He felt as if he'd easily accept any image that resembled Laura in the blink of an eye, for he had been waiting for that moment for years.
He was no fool. He knew that wasn't the real Laura. The one he had been craving to meet again. But for now... He would play whatever wicked game Freak had planned for him; he was going to allow himself to be deceived. One. Last. Time.
~Reader~
You discovered that, wherever that place was, it wasn't really the hospital.
You noticed that as soon as you went out of your cell-like room – that was the first sign, by the way. The door was open. The doors were never open at Beacon Mental Hospital.
"We'll make then pay. We'll make then pay." You kept repeating to yourself, trying to focus on anything but the pain. "We'll make then pay."
You closed and opened your eyes repeatedly, trying to understand what was happening in front of you, because, as soon as you stepped out of your room, you found yourself in the corridor of a small apartment that you had never seen before. For a while you found yourself in an almost deafening silence. But that changed when you entered the living room by the end of the corridor.
You heard the groans before you even entered the room. Male groans of pleasure.
"I'm going to tell you a little story..." The female voice was low, but you immediately knew who it belonged to. And, even though you could not quite find her anywhere in the room, you knew she was dangerously near. "It's about a girl who was so disgusted with herself after being tainted by the person she trusted the most, she erased her existence from the face of the earth from disgust."
You peeked from the corridor into the living room, where an enormous man was abusing a skinny blond girl while another sat on the couch motionless. He just stared as the young girl let out small whimpers and small cries for help.
Mr. Smiley Face. You recognized him. He had been the one who raped you, right after you got to the locked ward. Disgusting man.
He didn't seem to notice you – none of them did – so you just sat beside Smiley. There was a photo frame on the center table in front of your legs. The image of the man beside you, and the very girl being abused, hugging each other while holding a piece of paper caught your attention.
"Do you want to know who the person was?" You felt your lips moving, and heard the words leaving your mouth – that was when you noticed the female voice from before was your own, even though you knew that hate was from your other self.
Mr. Smiley looked at you for the first time, as his eyes widened in terror. You just laughed while putting the frame in his hands. And when he looked down at the picture you saw tears falling from his eyes. He was looking at the picture where he and the blond girl were hugging each other and smiling innocently while holding a colorful handwritten letter:
"To the best dad in the whole world."
"I LOVE YOU!"
You couldn't help yourself but laugh. Harder.
"I would never imagine you had the capacity of feeling remorse, sir." You said to him, while watching the scene in front of you. The raping man sighed in satisfaction before leaving the girl broken on the floor. "Oh, isn't this familiar to you?"
The man did not respond. He did not even dare look into the blond girl's direction.
"Do you want to know who the person was?" You continued. But he just kept looking at the photo, and you observing as the girl curled into a ball on a corner beside the tv stand, sobbing quietly while trying to cover herself with her small hands. Her face was red, and you could tell it was a mix of rage and pain. You knew those feelings quite intimately.
"It was you." You finally said. You were watching the girl's every move. "You stole a young girl's innocence brutally, without her having the slightest chance to defend herself."
The man cried in silence. You could tell he was trying to close his eyes, but something was keeping him from doing it. You just wished him to see the scene unfolding in front of you, and his head began to move in the direction you were looking.
The girl fell to the side with a thump sound, while blood gushed from the self-inflicted cut on her neck. You slowly moved your face to see Mr. Smiley's reaction. He whimpered in despair, his eyes widened even more than they already had, and you saw the girl reflexing in his caramel eyes. One little cut, and she had ended her life.
Your head turned slowly in the direction the girl had been sitting, but all you found was a corpse and a big blood stain on the wall. There was glass shattered on the floor around her and an identical picture frame with it. And Smiley was shaking beside you. His eyes alight with pure rage as he stared back at the photo frame in his hands.
You felt that classic scratching in the depths of your mind as you watched the intermittent jets of blood coming from the dead girl's neck.
"K-kill me..." You heard the man say, and you turned to face him. "Please."
...
He'll say he's sorry about what he did.
...
"I'm sorry for what I did to you, [y/n]. I don't know why I did that... Please forgive me..."
You just stared at him blankly.
...
You think he deserves to be forgiven?
...
"Please!" He screamed. "Kill me already! I can't live after doing this to my own daughter..."
"You didn't. You did this to me." You said slowly, as if testing out the words. You reached for the picture frame that was still in his hands and broke it on the center table. "And I don't forgive you."
You handed him a piece of the shattered glass and signaled him to do it himself.
"Go on." You said. "End your miserable life, if you're really that sorry."
But he didn't move. Instead he just looked at you shocked.
"I'm not here to punish you." You got up and started to walk away, heading for the apartment entrance. "I just came to let you know how it felt to be broken, unable to defend yourself."
"I'm not sorry." The man said in a low voice when he saw you leaving. "You killed your family, you deserved worse."
In the blink of an eye you were back beside him, and your fingers closed around his hand. The piece of glass cut through his flesh easily, spraying a massive gush of blood on your face.
When you pulled the piece of glass out, you felt the scratching one more time.
"I agree." You closed your eyes, letting go of the glass. "But I already had worse."
~Ruvik~
There was a lightning in the skies, and the dark grey clouds started to change to a soft shade of pink, Ruvik noticed through the window. He was almost finished fixing his buttons when he noticed Laura had been observing him all along, but when they locked eyes she just smiled at him innocently.
"Are you ready to go?" She asked with her hands behind her back. "We need to go. Before the thunders come."
At this last sentence, Ruvik turned around to face her. She was still with a smile on her face, but he noticed it wasn't just any type of smile. It was almost malicious.
"What do you mean?" He asked drily.
The red dressed girl smirked at him.
"You know what I mean."
Her voice sounded very much like [y/n]'s wicked one, and that's when he noticed: no matter how much he wanted to enjoy those moments with Laura that just wasn't her. It would never be her.
"You should at least present yourself as you really are..." He said sternly while staring at the red dressed girl. "It sickens me to look at my precious sister while hearing your voice."
She stopped and looked at him, her smile fading away and giving place to dark bruised lips. The long silky dark hair suddenly turned into a [h/l] [h/c] one, while her red dress dissolved into a stained white hospital set of clothes. The playful eyes that had been looking at him before were replaced by bloodshot [e/c] orbs full of hate.
"Surprise." She said slowly, faking enthusiasm. "You're such a clever man, Mr. Ruvik. It didn't take long for you to notice it was me."
He didn't respond, so she continued.
"I salute you." Freak slowly clapped her hands. "But I feel like you did not enjoy my gift for helping me get my revenge."
"Do you still remember what you've promised me?"
Freak clucked her tongue.
"Of course, how would I forget something this important to science?" She ironized. "I'll show you around my current place. It isn't as cozy as your mansion, but you'll get used to it." She stopped for a brief instant, trailing off. "...maybe you won't."
Ruvik finished fixing his clothes and approached her with a frown.
"Let's just go." He said. She nodded.
She covered his eyes with both her hands, and Ruvik felt everything moving around them slowly.
"What are you doing?" He asked, but this time she didn't respond. Freak just pulled her hands away from his face and gestured for him to look around.
"What is going on?" Ruvik asked when he saw that he was no longer in Laura's room. "What happened to this men?"
"I think they forgot how to swim." She answered grinning as she looked at the four figures floating on a tank full of water and ice.
Ruvik just stared back at her with an unreadable expression on his face.
"I asked you what happened." He repeated. But before Freak could answer [y/n] appeared from the shadows in the room dragging another body with her.
"Revenge." [y/n] said quietly, and even with the lack of light in the room Ruvik noticed that, that tiny little bit of innocence she had in her eyes was completely gone. "I'm almost done." She said in a low passive voice.
"[Y/n]?"He called, but she didn't respond.
Freak chuckled.
"She can't hear you. She's too far gone to even see you."
"What did you do!?"
"I made them pay." Freak said in a monotone way. "And she's next. For making me wait, and handle everything on my own! She's going to finally join me! We'll no longer be divided!"
Ruvik's eyes widened at Freak's outburst. This time she had completely lost it. She was completely insane.
~Reader~
You sat in a corner of the dark tank room. You had killed them all.
The one that raped you, the one that beat you, and the four responsible for torturing you back at the hospital.
You felt satisfied. But not entirely.
...
You still own me.
...
"I still own you." You said, to no one in particular.
You closed your eyes and waited.
Some instants later you felt something wet reach your body, but you still did not open your eyes. You just waited.
...
You own me your life. You heard the voice in your mind say.
...
The warm liquid covered your legs first, and then it reached your waist.
Then it reached your chest.
Then it reached your neck.
.
.
.
By the time it reached your cheeks you were already whispering to yourself, after remembering why you were there:
"Quiet! Quiet! Stop crying!" You chocked on the warm liquid as tears rolled down your face. It had a metallic taste. Like blood. "It's all your fault! You're a monster. A freak!"
...
There's no use in fighting me, [y/n]. I'm stronger than you'll ever be.
...
You could already feel your lungs filling up with the blood you were drowning on. You knew you were not supposed to give in.
...
Just say the words. Accept what you are and then we'll be finally together.
...
"N-no!" You stuttered trying to hold onto your consciousness a little while longer. "Leave me alone!"
...
Don't you feel like you've suffered enough? Say the words.
...
She was trying to seduce you into her wicked game. And even though you knew that, you also knew you would not be able to resist her for much longer.
"I didn't meant anything that I've done." You said to yourself, and took the last breath you were going to get before the room got completely flooded with blood.
...
If you don't let go, I'm going to let you die [y/n].
...
I... You started, but suddenly felt as if someone was pulling you out of your own body. This feeling made all your thoughts disappear for a second. It was all white inside your mind.
"Don't give up, [y/n]." You heard someone say in the distance. There were arms around your body. "Open your eyes."
