When I was 10 years old, I witnessed a horrible murder. The murder of my mother. By my father. When he noticed that I was there, he came after me. I shot him. I shot him with my mother's gun. All I ever wanted was a family. I wanted us to be a family. A happy family. What I got was far from it.

At the age of 11, I was placed in an orphanage and was to attend therapy sessions for what had happened.

Just before turning 12, my therapist brought me to an undisclosed location. Which I would spend my time in a basement made to look like a replica of my childhood home. The home my parents died in.

After I turned 13, I found God… at least I thought I did. He said that I was unclean; a sinner. I spent a lot of time thinking. Thinking about if I was worthy of my own life since I had taken so many. And that's when…I decided that I needed to rid myself of this world. To repent for the sin I've committed. I decided that I needed to die.

THUD

BANG

SCREECH

The sounds shook the room, causing the girl to open her eyes.

CLANG

"That sound…is it coming from the window?" She slowly got out of bed, carelessly pushing aside the covers as she made her way to the center of the room.

SCREECH

THUD

BANG

Curious, the girl stood in awe as she watched a dark silhouette through her sheer curtains attempt to break the bars and thick glass of her window. Footsteps could be heard from outside her door, along with voices.

"What's that sound?! Rachel?!" A woman's voice echoed through the empty room. Rachel turned to look over her shoulder at the voice, saying nothing.

Must not be someone who works here. Rachel thought to herself. More footsteps. More banging. Then… She quickly looked around her room, spotting her chair and almost ran to it. Pushing it down to the door just before the employees tried to open it.

Rachel could hear a hurried rustling of keys and the door handle turning, but it didn't open. It couldn't. The chair was in just the right position against the doorknob to not allow outsiders in.

"Rachel?! Open the door!" A male voice. Probably a security guard. There was banging on the door now. Along with what sounded like a body hitting it. Rachel slowly backed away from the door, back to the center of the room before turning back to the window.

THUD

Taking in a breath, she walked over to the window and pulled away the curtains to either side.

SCRATCH

It was too dark to see what the figure looked like, despite it being a full moon. It remained only a silhouette to her through the waved privacy window.

CLANK

"Rachel?! What's going on in there?!" The woman's voice again. It annoyed her how much that woman talked. Rachel didn't need to know social cues to know that she was nervous. Why wouldn't she be? Having to counsel a child that has not only been diagnosed with a mental disorder, but one that has been through a lot of trauma. Not to mention being in affiliation with a serial killer.

Rachel found herself wondering one day if she'd be even more nervous if that woman were to know that she, herself, was a killer. The killer of her parents. The one who had sewn them together and stuffed them like plushies.

CRACK

"I'm calling the police!" Rachel was now ignoring her pleas, staring out the window as the figure continued to strike the enforced window from outside. It's no use. The windows are bullet proof and don't open. They'd have a better chance by hitting the wall itself. She critiqued her possible assassin's methods, sighing a bit.

With another hit of the metal bars and glass, Rachel slowly stepped forward to get a better look at the cause of the commotion that disturbed her rest. Not that she was actually sleeping to begin with.

"GET BACK!" The figure outside the window caught her off guard, and she obeyed instantly; jumping back and bracing herself as she saw a few scratches and cracks on the window's surface.

Two more fast and strong hits, and the glass that separated the two was shattered. Instinct caused her to hold her arms out in front of her and close her eyes tightly as glass flew by and onto the floor. Once she was sure that the glass had settled, she opened her eyes and slowly dropped her arms. A chill ran down her spine, and it wasn't just from the cold breeze of the night. What she saw, she couldn't believe. The figure was crouched on her windowsill, grinning widely as he held onto the wall for support.

"Ta-da!" His raspy voice rang in her ears, smooth as the wind. Her eyes still wide as her feet moved on their own towards him, forgetting that she had grabbed the knife from underneath the chair cushion as she dropped in on the ground beside her.

"Zack…?" The man's expression softened as he heard her call his name for the first time in what felt like a decade. He hopped off the windowsill and slowly approached her, scythe in hand.

He shoved his free hand in his hoodie pocket, shifting his weight onto one leg. "Aw man, there ya go again, makin' that borin' ass face."

She ignored his comment, raising her arms up as if to reach out to make sure she wasn't dreaming. "Zack…but how did you…"

"Huh? How did I what?" He seemed slightly annoyed now.

"You're supposed to be in prison." Rachel mumbled, still in disbelief. Her mind raced with questions. That brought a laugh and a mischievous grin to Zack's face, leaning down to her level. She had grown in the year that they were separated, but she was still very much shorter than him.

"Some prisons are just made to be broken out of, don't ya think?" Rachel just stood in shock, her hands retracting to her chest as if she didn't know what to do with them.

"But back then…" she began, trying to find her voice in the cold and frozen room. "I said that I'd bear the outcome of our oath."

"What of it?" His voice dropped an octave. "It wasn't yours to bear in the first place."

"Zack- so you still want to kill me?" She slouched her shoulders forward, clasping her hands together. Her expression turned into sadness.

"Come on, Ray, this is me you're talkin' 'bout." He smirked. "Whenever I want somethin', I stop at nothin' until I get it." He watched as the teenage girl just stared up at him, then turned around and stepped towards the window. "Hurry it up." The sound of sirens could be heard in the distance, breaking Rachel out of her trance. "We ain't got a lotta time." He hopped up onto the sill, finding his balance again as he adjusted his scythe behind him. "Or…did ya forget?" Zack's teasing smirk widened, watching for her reaction.

She flinched at his words, clenching her fists tighter against her chest. "No, Zack-" she walked towards him slowly. "I'd never forget…not in a million years!" She shouted, finally letting the tears fall from her eyes. "It was an oath after all. One that you and I swore to each other!"

That made Zack's face light up, his grin growing from cheek to cheek. "That's more like it!"

Several footsteps could be heard outside the door of her room, drawing closer by the second. Zack reached out a hand to Rachel, smiling his signature mischievous smile as he reached out for her. "Come with me, Ray!"

Hearing him say her name caused her face to heat up, tears now streaming like an endless river down her pale-rose cheeks. "Yes…yes!" She quickly reached for him, practically running to his hold as the voices called from outside the door. She ignored them as she took his hand; Zack pulled her close as he pushed away from the window with his feet and they started their descent to the ground. "Hey, Zack?" He tightened his grip on her, humming in response. "Please…would you kill me?"

Zack could only chuckle, ensuring that she was safe in his arms as they came close to hitting the grassy floor. "If that's what you want, then quit your cryin' and show me a smile."

Before long, the officers had pushed their way into the room. But it was too late. Rachel Gardener was gone. Her therapist rushed in, looking around the room only to find shattered glass, blood, and an old knife. She made her way to the window along with an officer, watching as a dark figure ran just out of sight down an alleyway. Blonde hair shining in the blue moonlight close behind.

First of many one shots to come. This was basically a recap of the events of the true ending to the game, except dramatized a bit with extra details to make it not so boring.

Hope you enjoyed this! Please don't hesitate to leave a comment or review and keep an eye out for upcoming one shots. I'll try to make a story out of them, but each could probably be read on their own. Keep smiling!