F.E.A.R. Data Log: PROJECT AUBURN
Observation
Period:
August
24th 2019 to August 24th 2024 It appears that the
raid on Fairview Heights, a known hideout of a group of dangerous
cultists, has unleashed paranormal activity across the district,
forcing F.E.A.R. agents to shut it down. However, many new
civilians have been forcibly transferred to the abandoned district
due to the shiftless politics of the city, allowing F.E.A.R. agents a
rare opportunity to observe new arrivals to this 'phenomenon.' A 5 year probationary period will be warranted on each new
arrival, and F.E.A.R. agents are encouraged to add new 'stimulus'
such as using the hallucinogen Abel to affect the subjects' psyche. F.E.A.R. agents are expected to report all new data to
Command each day, for information on the true nature of the
otherworld is imperative. Subject: Frank Elwood Date of
Birth: September 13th 1977 Height: 197 cm Weight: 85
Kg Hair Color: Dark Brown Eye: Hazel Distinguishing
features: Dark skin for a Caucasian, and an old healed scar over his
left eyebrow. Education: International School of Fairport
(1980-1982), Wade Elementary (1982-1987), Wade Higher Education
(1987-1995), Midwestern University of Fairport
(1995-1999) Biography: An extremely introverted loner, Frank
Elwood had few friends and connections, and he had a very powerful
affection for his parents. Although he was a decent student, he had a
passion for writing, and often planned on making a career out of
horror stories, idolizing authors such as H.P. Lovecraft and Stephen
King. Once graduated, he married a Mary Isabelle
Montecalvo-Dombrowski, and together they planned on a family.
However, during an outbreak of "The Jigsaw Death" (now believed
by F.E.A.R. scientists to be a result of the otherworld crossing over
to reality), his wife was affected and died a terrible, horrific
death. The author immediately plunged into a deep depression, and
although he managed to publish a few pulp-novels, his writing
suffered and he soon went into heavy debt. Frank Elwood's
dark mood deepened even further as his beloved father died of a heart
attack, and his infirm mother was relocated to a "retirement home",
leaving him completely alone. As a result of his lack of money, Frank
was immediately relocated to the Auburn District, giving F.E.A.R.
Operatives a prime chance to observe new arrivals to the phenomenon
of the district. He was moved to Fairview Heights, the
infamous apartment building, home to several strange paranormal
artifacts. Be warned, however; Frank has a history of being
rather 'disturbed' and he is very paranoid. If he ever learns
that there is someone out there, watching him, abort the project
immediately, and terminate him. STATUS: TERMINATED (Agent
Saunders assigned to execute Elwood. Manifestations of his
fears and darker thoughts have been appearing throughout the
district, presumably created by the paranormal artifacts in Fairview
Heights. His psyche is degenerating phenomenally fast, and it
will not be long before he will take out his frustrations on nearby
targets.) LAST EDITED BY: Daniel Henderson
Goal:
To observe the long-term effects of Project Origin on the civilian
population of the Auburn District. It has already been confirmed that
the district has been contaminated by a general feeling of nausea,
fear and aggression, yet over the past few decades, this 'aura'
has amplified over the past few years.
Frank sat on his bed again, idly lifting up his gun and playing with the barrel. His mind had clearly degenerated, he was sure of that; the last few hours (hours? He wasn't sure) of his life had been nothing but endless, pointless insanity and pain. He wondered idly, if it was really a cruel joke being played on him by a supernatural force, or if it was all just a bad, terrible hallucination created by his terribly deprived imagination. Good inspiration for his novel, if he had the time to write on it again.
Of course, it seemed that things were coming full-circle again. He was back in his room, deciding what the hell to do. Well, for all he knew, things weren't going to get much better, and a plan wouldn't really help. So that was why he gained the courage to get off his bed, walk over to his old, terribly creaky door, and then slowly opened it. He didn't even take one last look at the pitiful abode that he had lived in for the last five years. It was pointless.
He strolled loudly down
the corridor, his head pounding painfully, and his heart feeling as
if it would tear his chest apart. He ignored it; he had suffered
things far worse than this. He still had absolutely no idea what was
going on, but he didn't care.
"Where the hell do you think
you're going, Frank? You're not doing it right!"
He ignored
the terribly familiar dulcet tones of his beautiful wife as she
literally popped out of thin air inches away from his nose, the mere
sight of her making him grit his teeth and frown slightly. This was
not his wife. It was just another twisted trick created by the
bastard toying with his mind, another ruined memory. He simply walked
through her.
"Frankie, come back, don't you want to be with us?"
'Mary' had appeared once more to his side, this time turned into a matronly, wispy grey-haired, tiny little woman. It was his mother. He stared fiercely at the manifestation, his eyes cutting ice-cold daggers into the soulless creation. Before his eyes, he saw the pitiful hallucination collapse and crumble away, leaving behind a miniscule pile of ashes.
He stepped on it.
The most bloodcurdlingly terrifying scream he had ever experienced erupted from the pile, and he literally collapsed, his head feeling as if it had been used as a nuclear testing ground. He truly did feel as if he was in agony. Slowly, painfully, he got back up, each little movement feeling as if a train crashed into his limbs, and he barely even noticed that the hallway had changed.
It was hellishly red again, and covered with rust, dust, and some rather dark, obvious red liquid that Frank had become desensitized to. After all, he had spilled plenty of it in his ordeal. He walked on, no longer afraid or paralyzed in fear. Oh, yes, he was absolutely, completely in shock, his mind numb with fear, yet he was brave enough to just ignore it and go along. It would not end well.
What are you?
The childish, extremely clear voice of a young girl cut into his mind, making it seem as if it had just been one of his own thoughts. Yet, he knew who he was. Frank Elwood, a middle-aged writer who's found himself in the crappiest place in the world, and he no longer cares what the world decides to throw at him.
After what felt like endless hours of moving through the same dark red corridors without any end, Frank finally found something interesting. It was Mark Saunders, or more accurately, the head of Mark Saunders. It had been left on the floor in the center of a massive pile of blood. Strangely enough, Frank wasn't afraid at the loss of the closest person he could have called a "friend" in this catastrophe
He laughed. A lot.
"Frank….if you can hear me….do the easiest job in the world…..die……"
He laughed insanely at the desperate, tormented sounds of his lost friend, knowing that he was probably undergoing a new, specifically-tailored experience of nightmarish horror for eternity. It wasn't malice that drove Frank, however. It was just another way to cope with his hopelessness.
Yet….perhaps….death can be a better choice….
He sat down, and then, realized that thousands of shadowy figures had closed in on him. Their faces were blank slates, yet Frank knew what they represented. They were the people, the men and women whom he had ignored and feared throughout his life, the people who had always made him feel uncomfortable throughout his existence. What a fitting end.
He fingered the Magnum softly, and then, with a smile, turned the weapon on his forehead. His best hope was that he would be dead forever. If he wasn't, if he was forever doomed to suffer a horrific experience for the rest of time, death would be nothing, and besides, it wouldn't hurt.
He pulled the trigger.
The night had always made Frank unhappy and nervous about himself. For years, he had hoped to get out of the hell-hole that had been his home for much longer than he desired. Of course, there was the small problem with the fact that there was something wrong with the district, something terribly wrong that had made his suffering even worse.
Frank couldn't cope with it anymore. One day, that force took over, and it destroyed him. Completely. On August 24th 2024, Frank Elwood attempted suicide, and was immediately rushed into the custody of the Fairport government.
Within a month, he was gone.
Oh well.
(Damnit. That's the end of my story. I'm so sorry for it not making any sense, but I hope you readers liked it. Any comments are welcome!)