"AHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Help us! WAAAA!!!!!!!!!" The many different voices ran through Point Mans mind and while some were those of men, others of children, and still yet some the cries of babies, it did not matter to him as all had driven him to the edge of insanity and he only wished for freedom from this dark place that gave nothing but suffering.
Once again the Point Man thought to himself why had he done this, why had he joined FEAR. He questioned all the steps in life that had brought him up to this point. He kept thinking to himself if he just went further maybe he would find a way out of this hell with some of his sanity still intact. Suddenly the Point Man snapped to and found himself awake in an old classroom.
He watched and soon noticed the many children around him and a teacher with them all of which payed no attention to him. Could this be, could he really still be alive. Why he thought to himself. Why did he have to still be alive? Why could he not wake up and discover this all to be a terrifying nightmare and nothing more? The Point Man looked on as the teacher began to speak.
"Hello children. Today we will learn how to deal with all your problems. It is simple really. It's a basic of psychology. Take your guns out of your desks and follow my lead." The Point Man shuttered and then began to scream out. "NO! WAIT! WHAT ARE YOU DOING!?" The professor and the children gave no acknowledge of his existence. The man son pointed the gun to his head and smiled gleefully. He cocked the revolver as did the children. "Now all you have to do children is pull the trigger. HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!"
The Point Man ran forwards shouting at everyone. "NO!!!!!!!" The Professor looked at the Point Man and then BANG! BANG! BANG! The sounds would not leave the Point Mans mind as he witnessed 50 children and 1 professor blow their brains out in front of him. Blood had spewed everywhere and the Point Man stepped back shaking and covered in blood. He felt his mind fracturing, everything was becoming to much. The constant sound of the revolvers going off in his mind left the Point Man disturbed deeply and his psyche fractured.
This was made all the worse by the sick laughter the professor had given off before doing it with an even more sick smile. The sight of the blood coming from the dead children and the look of their little bodies strewn all over the floor and blood lying around the room. The children were dead and there was never anything he could do. The Point Man began to feel lost and dizzy as he stumbled around towards the door out of the room he had awoken in.
Then on the chalkboard the Point Man saw blood form letters. A message was now strewn on the board. "Now you will know suffering, now you know fear, soon you will know insanity, and even sooner you will be eternally tortured by what you've seen and worse. The Point Man walked towards the door and opened it and as he stepped through he found himself surrounded by the many dead around him screaming, crying, suffering. It would not stop and the Point Man was to the point he wasn't sure he could take it anymore!
In the center of this room there was a table and behind it stood Alma who seemed to distort in the Point Man's mind. He wasn't sure anymore if he was really seeing her and she was really there or he had lost it entirely. Nothing was clear to him anymore. Nothing but the shrill suffering and torture he was going through.
The Point Man stumbled forward and felt dizzy still hearing the screams and the suffering of the others. He soon began to plead not even sure if Alma was really across the room from him as he got closer to what he thought was her. He didn't care anymore, as even if she was just a figment of his imagination or insanity he was going to plead, and so he did.
"Please, make it stop, make it end! I can't take it anymore! End my suffering!!!!!!" The Point Man had reached the table and soon fell onto the side of it knocking it over. He wasn't sure what was real anymore and what wasn't. He then heard Alma's voice again and once again she laughed at him.
"Your suffering will know no end, not even through death itself! You will feel my pain, my suffering!" The Point Man looked at her and began to cry. "No...NO!!!!!! MAKE IT STOP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" Alma walked over to the Point Man and looked down over him as he was sitting on his knees. "Only you can bring an end to your misery and suffering."
Alma then turned and walked away from the Point Man leaving him to speculate her words and to let the pain and suffering progress even further inside of him. Now it seemed the voices and screams only grew louder in his head and he now had a severe migrane that left him even more disoriented.
How much longer could he go on like this? How much more could he take? The questions pondered inside of him as he began to lose it again. He soon felt the world spinning again. It was after this that he finally passed out and layed in the middle of the room cold and alone. Even as the dead had vanished the screams still rang in his mind. It knew know end and he knew no way to stop it.