sentfromsilence37 – I got your review literally as soon as I had posted ending one. Again, thanks for the constructive criticism. I already have another story trying to build itself up in my mind, so hopefully I can use what I learn from writing this to make that even better than this. I tried to write some flashbacks for Tyler, actually. Several times. But somehow…I don't know, the story just wasn't agreeing with me, and it just seemed to fit better with what I did. I can't force these things; I'm bound by my own story. And, lastly, I am planning on having some backstory on Dr. Waters next chapter. I just didn't think it would fit anywhere else. It's not going to be very pleasant, though…

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Ending Two – Malignant Psychosis

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Tyler stood from his bed, hitting the nurse upside her head. She stumbled and fell, letting go of the needle. Tyler started slugging her over and over again on her face. "I FOUGHT TOO MUCH TO DIE HERE YOU GODDAMN BITCH!!" He screamed.

Just as her face started to bloody, powerful arms lifted Tyler away from her. "LET ME GO!!" He screeched, kicking and flailing violently.

"GET THE THORAZINE!" A male voice screamed.

A sharp, but small, stab was felt in Tyler's neck and despite his struggles and thrashings, he was administered the drug.

"TIE HIM DOWN!"

Several hands grabbed the young man and straps were latched onto his ankles and his wrists. He struggled and screamed in the bed, thankfully elevating his heart rate. As his heart thrashed, it pumped the antipsychotic throughout his body, finally calming him down. He breathed erratically with sweat all over and his face red. His muscles were too tired to move now, and he knew better than to struggle.

"Alright. Let's leave him alone for a while." Said the male voice. They all left, helping Nurse Defoe out of the room so she could get looked at. She was just walking out and looked back at Tyler, who growled loudly at her. She rushed out.

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"I thought I told everyone specifically to NOT allow any female nurses into Tyler's room. He reacts violently to any women besides his grandmother." Dr. Waters said. He had been taking care of Tyler for as long as he was admitted into Brookhaven.

"None of the men want to get near him." A red-haired nurse explained. "He keeps acting really…flirtatious towards them and it makes them distracted and uneasy."

Waters sighed and rolled his eyes. "Better that than him attacking a nurse!"

"If we kept him in his restraints - -" some learned man with goggle-like eyeglasses started.

"You know what he did last time we put him in those straps for long-term?" Waters asked. "He broke his own ankle just trying to get out of them. That's how violently he struggled. If he isn't provoked, he'll be just fine."

Goggle-Eyes sighed and gave a stern look to the young doctor.

Roger Waters had been there for four years and about two years ago, Tyler Summers had been admitted to the hospital. Waters was young, and everyone seemed to be stalking him like a raptor just waiting for him to mess up. Tyler had one of the most broken minds Waters had ever seen.

Tyler had a physically abusive mother who hit him once a month for two whole years and constantly berated him. Like all children do, he blamed himself. When his father found out, he tried to protect his son by separating himself from his wife. The divorce was finalized, and Mr. Summers wrote out a will. As his last testament, he gave custody of his son to his own parents should anything happen to him and made sure his former wife would have nothing to do with him.

He then shot himself.

Tyler saw it.

It was later revealed that his own father had done the same about a decade earlier and that there was a family history of schizophrenia. Feeling that he was the cause of his son's suffering, and blaming himself for not realizing sooner, he killed himself out of guilt and put his son in the best care he could think of.

The physical and verbal abuse, seeing his father commit suicide in front of him, the unfounded guilt, and a family history of schizophrenia, all before he was even 13. It really was no wonder Tyler's mind shattered the way it did.

---Flashbacks---

When he was fifteen, Tyler was found in his room, holding a knife close to his torso.

"Baby…" Grace said very carefully. "What are you doing?"

"I…" Tyler looked at the knife. "I wanted to know what it was like…to die…" He answered. "But I want to stay alive…"

He was sent to a therapist and put on anti-depresants.

At 17, he was in school when a girl tried to flirt with him. When he turned them down, they were outraged.

"Why won't you go with me?" The girl asked, displaying herself while Tyler looked away from her.

"I don't like girls."

"So you're a fag then, huh?" Tyler didn't care if that was what she thought of him. "C'mon! You should be thankful! Who else is gonna want to date something as nasty as you?"

Tyler lost it and attacked the girl, beating her violently. He was later decreed to be criminally insane. He was a minor at the time, and was protected to a degree. But he was treated as any adult would be for his mental instability. Lots of drugs were administered, and Tyler spent a month in a mental institution.

Tyler seemed to be on the road to recovery until he was on a trip with his grandmother and the two were in a minor car accident. An ambulance came to make absolutely sure that if it was needed, it was there. A female police officer started talking to them.

"So, you were driving?" She asked Tyler in that sort of policeperson condescending voice.

"Yes." He said quickly.

"And you're how old?"

"20."

"Sure hope you weren't drinking." She said.

"I don't drink." Tyler growled.

"Don't get snotty with me, young man." She snapped. She looked at his eyes. "You on something?"

"What?" Tyler snapped.

"Your eyes. You look high on something." She said. This was actually not that uncommon since he was on quite a few drugs at once.

"Miss, he's not - -" Grace tried to say.

"Ma'am, with all due respect, sometimes family just doesn't know." She said. "I'm afraid you'll have to come with me." She grabbed his arm.

"NO!" He screamed. He attacked her, and managed to break her nose in the process. Finally, though, she managed to fling him off of her and used her taser until he was unable to move. The paramedics present grabbed him and escorted him to the hospital immediately.

He was released form the hospital, but was then transferred to Brookhaven, where he was to be under the care of Dr. Roger Waters.

---End Flashbacks---

Waters walked into room 302 to see Tyler.

The young man was still in his bindings. "Hey, doc…" He smiled.

"Hi." Waters said stiffly.

"You saw her, didn't you? She tried to hurt me…"

"She was trying to give you thorazine." Waters corrected, knowing he didn't believe him.

"What are you here for?" Tyler asked before giving an interested chuckle.

"More of the same." Waters held up a needle. He held it to Tyler's arm. "Big stick." He said before giving him the medicine.

"Ah." Tyler gasped as the needle stuck his arm. There was a very light bruise where he had been stuck so many times. Waters covered up the spot with some gauze to make sure it didn't bleed. "That hurt." Tyler said in a pathetic voice.

"It's a sharp object going into your veins." Waters said. "It's not supposed to feel good."

"It feels weird…" Tyler said. "I can feel it rushing through me…" he moved his arm in an uncomfortable fashion. "Do I need this stuff…?"

"After what happened this morning with Nurse Defoe, definitely."

"She was going to hurt me!" Tyler shouted.

"Tyler…" Waters shook his head. Why bother?

"I don't need this stuff. It's all over." Tyler smiled.

"What's over?"

"The nightmare…I forgave her…she's gone…it's all better now…" He laughed quietly.

Waters thought for a moment. Tyler had kept talking about nightmares in which he was trapped in a world of ice and blood with truly hellish monsters attacked him. "You think these nightmares will stop?"

"I know they will." He said. "It's over. I killed her! She's GONE!" He said triumphantly.

Waters sighed and started to leave. "I'll be back tomorrow to let you out of those bands."

Tyler smiled. "Love ya." He said, although whether he meant it or not was anyone's guess.

Waters left, and rested outside his room. He had committed himself to getting Tyler better, but after two years…he truly doubted himself. He wondered if perhaps Tyler would be stuck in this broken mental state forever.

More than anything, though, he wondered if he, himself, would be stuck with Tyler inside his mind for the rest of the younger man's life.

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And there's the Neutral ending!

…Okay, it's not really an ending…it doesn't really end anything…but I left what I could to let you draw your own conclusions as to Tyler's fate after this. You can make up your own ending. Does he get better now that his nightmares are over, or is he doomed to stay in his crushed mind? Oh, well. EXTRAS:

The Beldam – Originally called The Armed Director, I decided instead to go with the name of a hag-slash-witch figure in literature that enjoyed child abuse. She looks and acts almost exactly like the Armed Nurses, except that her arms are so huge she must drag them behind her. They are impervious to damage, and getting close to her is impossible. She is quite strong and fast, given that she was able to keep up with Tyler in a maze of hallways despite having to drag her limbs behind her which, individually, are larger than her. And her arms were even able to shatter what was essentially a two-story window. The Beldam was a Boss, and was a manifestation of Tyler's hatred for his mother.

Shiv – Originally named Backstabbers, I instead called them something a bit more to-the-point. These are the second-strongest monsters. They are emaciated monsters that look almost completely skeletal, and are hunched over with knives sticking from their backs. They also have knives for fingers. Their mouths are open and twice as long as the rest of their heads. They also let out a disorienting scream to stun their prey. They are very animalistic, fast, and strong. Their one weakness is that they're also very clumsy. Their knives get stuck in things very easily, leaving them open for attack. Even then, they have good stamina, and it takes a lot to kill them. The Shivs are manifestations of Tyler's anguish, guilt, and the sheer emotional trauma he lived with all of his teenaged life.

Again, review, and tell me what you think. And, before any of you ask, I wasn't smoking anything as I wrote this. I knew exactly what I was doing. In any case, the Bad Ending is up next. Stay tuned!