Fear

1st Person Mode

At first, I didn't believe what I had just heard: Walter Sullivan, the mad-man and mass murderer, sitting right in front of me? It seemed most incredible because he had died several yeras ago supposedly, but my mind wouldn't tell me that. With quick reflexes, I jumped to my feet and snatched the iron pipe from off of the ground.

"Stay back!" I threatened, but he didn't seem to care. He smirked and stood after me, slowly making his way towards me.

"My dear, you don't believe I'm the same Walter Sullivan, do you?" He paused. "Afterall, I died several years ago."

My shoulders tensed more. "Then why.. who?" My mind was rambling with questions.

"Sit, child, I have much to explain to you," he said, walking closer still for me. He reached out a hand, the same that held the threatening steak knife.

"Drop the knife," I demanded. "Drop the knife and then we'll 'talk'."

"Surely, you're not going to hurt your cousin?" he asked quietly.

"How are we cousins?" I asked, my tension, slowly depleting.

"Dahlia is my mother, who is also your relative. She is your.. great-great-grandmother, I believe?"

"How is that possible?" I shouted, holding up my weapon in defense.

"If you will calm yourself, I will explain it to you," he said, moving forward once more, his steps becoming longer and quicker. I backed further for the door.

"Stay away!" I screamed, my back now pressed to the door, but he walked closer still.

"Come on, take a swing at me, if you think you're brave enough," he said as he reached out and touched my shoulder.

So I did.

I had closed my eyes, unaware at first of what had happened, until I felt the swift jolt as the pipe as it slammed against the side of his neck, and soon followed was a loud crack, much like from the blow taken to the demon girl.

I dropped the pipe before opening my eyes, for I knew what I had done, and it took all the nerve in my body to open them again. When I did, I saw that his eyes were open and rolled to the back of his head, a large gash received one side. He lied in a strange, limp position. Motionless. Dead.

I pondered again if I had killed another human being. Afterall, he did die several years ago, or so I had heard. Then, there was another rumor that he resided in South Ashefield Heights until it burned down. So.. was what I was seeing just an illusion, perhaps like all the other things I had seen?

None of this had to be real. First, my home, then Wish House, the mirror room, and now the restaurant of a hospital?

I began to question if what happened to Miranda was just a dream. This was just some crazy nightmare. So I left, in hopes of returning to my haven of a hospital room. It may not have been Heaven, but it was, indeed, a haven compared to the Hell I was forced to face.

And so I turned the knob and stepped forward, but I returned to neither a room of terror or normality. Instead, I saw a bright light and all seemed as though a blur from then on out.

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3rd Person Mode

"...Kuh.." Unique heard. "Un..kuh. Unique?"

Unique opened her eyes and adjusted her vision to see Daniel standing over her, and she was back in her own hospital room. The first thing she looked for was to see if she were shackled, but she, instead, stretched out to find that she hadn't been cuffed again, and in this moment of calm, she turned over and hid her head under her pillow.

Daniel smiled. "I'm glad you're okay, Unique," he said, standing to head for the door.

"Wait, don't leave me!" Unique shouted, muffling from under the pillow. Daniel stopped in his tracks. "Please don't go. I don't wanna be there again!" Unique continued, jumping up from the bed and clinging to Daniel's side. She wrapped her arms around him and cried.

Daniel seemed hesitant at first, but smiled and stroked her hair. "It's okay, Unique. What happened, anyways?" he said, pushing her away.

"It was so dark everywhere," Unique explained, wiping away her tears. "It was him," Unique concluded, her eyes, angry.

"What was him? What are you talking about?" Daniel asked.

"I found a recording of my sister from when she was murdered. I found it out. The voice matches. Walter killed Miranda," Unique said quietly.

"But Walter.." Daniel started.

"And I killed him!" Unique shouted, exhilerated, but then she broke down crying again. "I killed someone! Oh, dear, God, I'm going to Hell for sure."

Daniel stepped back from her. She killed him? he thought. I suppose he was going to eventually be the fourth Sacrament, anyways. Daniel knelled to Unique's side and helped her stand.

"Unique, Walter Sullivan has been dead for years. I think you just dreamt all of this," he assured.

"Wait, my cut," Unique began, but looked down to see that her bandages had been removed. All that remained was only a scratch.

"You must've done it when you were sleeping," Daniel concluded.

"No, I felt the pain! I'm not crazy!" Unique said, throwing up her arms in defense.

"Just get some rest," Daniel said, ending the conversation, and quickly fleeing for the door, closing it behind him and leaving Unique alone once again.