Alright, admittedly I'm not the best at tragic or angsty stuff. But, I still advise you to have a box of confectionary antidepressants nearby.
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Ending Three – Choking Curses
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Waters looked at the newspaper articles in his hand. The titles had been cut off, but every thing else was in plain view. It was several news articles about a Mrs. Summers and how she'd shot her husband. Eventually she was charged with first-degree murder, sentenced to life in prison, and eventually died from septicemia. Tyler was placed in the care of his grandparents.
"This isn't possible." Gale said, looking at the screen.
Waters looked at her. "What is it?"
"I couldn't get the blood to match anyone on the hospital's files, but I did manage to find – get this – a partial match to Tyler's DNA. I ran it through a paternity test, and it matches Tyler's mother! If those articles are right, she died five years ago!"
Waters looked at nothing for a moment, thinking. "I gotta talk to Tyler." He said, rushing out of the room. He couldn't explain it, but he had this overpowering sense of dread.
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"It really is too bad that it had to come to this." Nurse Defoe said as she flicked the syringe to eliminate air bubbles.
Tyler mustered all of the strength he had. "Fuck you, bitch!" He shouted, rising out of the bed, inadvertently tearing the morphine drip out of his arm and spilling quite a bit of rich blood in the process. He grappled the woman, and struggled with her as she tried her hardest to get free or inject him with the poison in the needle.
Tyler's tired, numb body tried hard to fight the woman, to get that syringe out of his hand. But he was hardly even awake. He knew that that stuff was going to hurt him, and did everything out of animalistic instinct to survive. But he was clumsy and not as strong as he'd like to be.
The nurse struggled just as hard as he did to try and get free. She knew that if he survived that he would tell others. She'd be in for death row.
Nurse Defoe kicked with her knee onto Tyler's stomach, and pushed as hard as she could. The dazed young man fell off onto the floor beside her. They both stood, and Defoe lunged. Tyler fell, ending up on the bottom this time.
Tyler struggled as hard as he could, his mind beginning to wake up some. He managed to grab her hand and twisted it painfully. She clamped her lips shut and screamed in her mouth, not trying to draw any attention, and the syringe fell. He pushed her off of her and kicked the syringe away. Tyler stood so he thought that she wouldn't be able to grab the syringe.
Nurse Defoe lunged again, and knocked Tyler onto the hard floor, his head connecting with the stone tile. The impact dazed him, and Nurse Defoe reached into her coat pocket.
"Always bring a spare."
She had a second syringe.
Just as Tyler managed to comprehend this, her hand came down onto his neck, and he felt a sharp pain. He screamed and felt something rush through his arteries.
Nurse Defoe smiled and stood, And Tyler did the same, stunned with realization that he'd just been injected with what could have been fatal poison. He sat on the bed, and was suddenly overly-aware of how his body felt. From what morphine was in his body, he felt very dazed, and he wondered if the bleeding in his arm would let the poison out. Probably not.
Tyler heard someone barge into the room and a lot of noise. He saw Defoe fall onto the floor. There was blood all over her, although he knew it was his from the struggle.
He looked to his side. Dr. Waters.
"Tyler! What happened?!"
Tyler grabbed the syringe. It was empty. He tried to take a breath, but had trouble and started coughing. He fell back onto the bed.
"I can't breathe right…" He said in a strained voice.
"Fuck." Waters said. He pressed a button. "POTENTIAL POISONING! CODE BLUE! ROOM 302! GET EVERYONE IN HERE RIGHT THE FUCK NOW!"
Tyler was wheezing. His fighting earlier had elevated his heart rate, and his thrashing heart was pumping the venom through his veins even faster than normal.
"Tyler!" Waters said, making him look at him. "Tyler, look at me, okay? Stay with me!"
"I…I'm sorry…about…snapping…at you…" Tyler said between painful wheezes.
"Don't talk too much." Waters said.
"Doc…" Tyler wheezed. "I…I…"
"Tyler, stop talking." Waters said. "You're wasting your oxygen."
"I…think…I…love…you…" Tyler erupted into a violent coughing fit.
Waters turned Tyler onto his side so he could cough more easily. He'd heard him, but his crisis response kept him from registering it in his mind right now.
A team of medical personnel came in with a gurney, getting Tyler onto it very quickly and shoving an oxygen mask onto his face. They were saying something about dialysis to get the poison out of his body since they didn't know what it was, and some sort of machine to breathe for him.
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Roger Waters sat in his apartment, several cartons of sweets nearby, all empty. He looked at the gun in his hand.
They had been too late.
As it turned out, the poison was some sort of drug that was neigh untraceable save for specific tests that looked for it. It was some sort of muscle paralytic that went through the cardiovascular system, causing every muscle – including the heart – to lock up and stop moving. His heart literally couldn't beat. Not even with the five attempts at defibrillation.
Gina Defoe had been found guilty of a total of 4 counts of premeditated murder, and sentenced to death by lethal injection, quite ironically. She was currently on Death Row.
Tyler's grandparents were heartbroken. Their son, and now their grandson, who had been a source of love and hope and joy all of his life, even when he was depressed after his father's death, were both dead. It took a few people to hold Mr. Summers back from throttling Nurse Defoe in the courtroom.
Tyler's funeral was being held today. They were burying their grandson right next to where his father had been buried.
Roger looked at the gun again.
This had been the fifth time this had happened.
For the past several years, the doctor had been a general practitioner, and had seen all kinds of patients. Somehow, though, every now and again, there was one patient that the doctor had taken more of a liking to than any others. He found them…interesting. He had never thought too much about it, but now he realized that he had become infatuated with all of these patients. Both male and female. And, as fate would have it, each of them ended up dying during their hospitalization.
The first was a young woman and a runner. Great body, fantastic smile, and a great sense of humor. He really liked being near her; a lot of people did! She came in with a headache behind her eye, and an optometrist found some odd findings. An MRI revealed that she had a small meningioma; a brain tumor that grows in a protective membrane that covers the brain and protects it from shock. They operated, but the woman had a stroke on the operating table and died within the month.
The second was a man who was a construction worker and had fallen off of a job. He went in to get checked out, but didn't seem too bad. But the problem was that he fell because he had a seizure. He was an epileptic, so he was kept in the hospital for observation. Most seizures aren't fatal on their own. Usually someone dies because they fell down a flight of stairs or something. So, during his stay, he and roger got acquainted, and something about the rather rough man was hypnotic. He was given anti-seizure medication, but one broke through on the last day of his stay. He died from SUDEP – Sudden Unexplained Death in EPilepsy.
The third was another young man who had fallen and fractured his pelvis. Nothing too bad – a week and a half and he'd be fine. He and Roger had talked quite a bit, and he liked being with him, too. But he had a blood-clotting deficiency that nobody knew about, and he developed clots in his pelvic area that traveled to the heart and caused a huge infarction.
The fourth was one of the first he'd treated in Silent Hill. She had come in with a stomachache, nausea, and violent projectile vomiting. She stayed for a week with her husband visiting her. Anytime he wasn't with her, Roger had spent with her, and they became good friends, but Roger had this odd urge to make sure her husband didn't see her ever again. Unfortunately, it wasn't until the woman started coughing up blood and ultimately died that the hospital managed to figure out that the husband was poisoning her with castor beans, which contain ricin, quite possibly one of the most toxic poisons ever.
And now Tyler. He kept getting beat up because of his nightmares – which the good doctor now knew to be real – and Nurse Defoe poisoned him. Right about now, he'd be in the ground. Roger felt his eyes tear up. How much longer was this going to happen? He would keep falling for these patients and they would keep dying. Tyler was the worst case. He actually admitted to loving him.
He looked at the barrel of the pistol. He wasn't fit to be a doctor. Everyone he fell for died. Everyone he could have come to love would die before he got the chance. He was cursed.
…He would have to remedy that.
He looked at the gun and turned his head. This would be quick.
He pulled the hammer back with a loud clicking noise.
BANG!!
Blood, flesh, and bone flew. More blood dripped. A hand fell, dropping the pistol. Roger's head fell down onto his chest.
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Gina Defoe lay still on the hunk of rock that had become her bed. It was prison. What's more, it was death row. She was scheduled to be executed in a month. Obviously, comfort was one of the last things on her agenda.
She managed to fill her time in her days, but frankly that was one of the worst parts of this prison life. Beyond the bad food, the uncomfortable cell, and the other women in the prison, the worst thing about this place was the sheer excruciating boredom. She had no way to tell what time it was. When there was light, she was supposed to be up. When it got dark, she could sleep. That's all she really knew.
Alone in her cell in the woman's division of Toluca Prison, Defoe wondered just what had compelled her to kill Tyler. He wasn't in some vegetative state like those others she had killed. Yes, she had killed them, but it was only to relieve them of their pain. She couldn't imagine how awful it must have been to never be able to wake up. To be a prisoner of your own mind.
All of the lights in the prison went out at once, making the woman jump. She couldn't hear any noise whatsoever. She breathed. That was it. All she could hear was the sound of her own breathing.
Flames.
Fiery light illuminated the dark cage she was in and showed that the door to her cell was gone. She could see that the floor had become a metal flooring of some kind and could see…something on the walls…like the wall itself was moving.
Slowly making her way out of the cell, heat rushed from behind her. She turned immediately and saw flames coming from the center of what had been her room. She turned back and saw a horrible face screaming silently at her.
There were human bodies all along the wall, with the wall itself made from some bloodied fleshy mass. The bodies were all in helpless crucifix positions, and they were literally inside the wall. Their bodies were grafted into the wall. They all looked forward with upturned eyes and screamed forever.
Gina screamed loudly and ran from the hallway desperate to get away. Her path was illuminated by lit lamps on the ceiling. The lamps themselves weren't lit; they were blazing and on fire. She sputtered and muttered to herself as she ran through the hallway frantically, her mind thrown into panic/survival/"WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON!?!?" mode.
There was a large open area at the end of the hall, and she stumbled into it. She thought she might be able to get some semblance of what the fuck was going on. Instead, she only found a bonfire and more and more bodies in the walls and in cells without doors.
She spun around, dizzy with delirium. What the fuck was this!? It had to be a nightmare. Any moment she'd wake up.
A wet gargling screech came from behind her. She was so afraid of what she might see that she only turned around slowly.
The creature behind her hung from the ceiling in a rectangular metal frame that acted like a cage. Its arms were bound to the top of the frame with barbed wire and its feet were bound to the bottom. Its body was gray, sickly emaciated, androgynous, and had no eyes. Its mouth was a small mass of undulating black tentacles. It struggled and seized in its bindings as it screeched.
"Oh…dear…God…" Gina cried as her eyes spilled with tears and her face became a long visage of misery from her pure fear.
The Ondine screamed and moved forward. Or, at least, its cage moved forward on the ceiling. As Gina watched, a huge, black tentacle slowly inched its way out of the shorter ones of its mouth.
Gina tried to run. She didn't know where to, she just had to get away from this THING.
The Ondine was too fast. The tentacle appendage lashed across her back, and sent her forward into the ground. She fell, and turned around onto her back. The middle-aged woman did her best to get up, but The Ondine grabbed her by her neck and threw her into a wall. Her body was wracked with pain, and she fell onto the hard, harsh metal floor.
She looked up, and saw the body in particular she was underneath. It was two bodies intertwined together. They looked like Roger and Tyler.
Then she understood. By killing the people in the hospital, she didn't relieve anyone's pain. She only killed their families.
The Ondine was above her. She looked at it as if it were some angel come to take her to her final judgment.
"I'm sorry…" She shuddered in a horribly cracked voice.
The Ondine thrust its tentacle into her chest. She seized violently as she bled out, experiencing the agony of her last moments alive before experiencing the true hell.
A hell far worse than anything Silent Hill could possibly conjure.
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…What the hell was I smoking…?
Well, the bad ending is up and all of the main characters are dead now. I originally planned to have The Ondine in the Good Ending, but…like I've said; it didn't want to be written. I'm bound by my own story.
Sorry it's taken a while to write this. We've been experiencing some icy weather where I live. It's pretty rare here, and it's not even snow! It started as snow, but some sleet got mixed in and there was a four-inch layer of ice all over the city! So, major event, got distracted, probably not gonna happen again. Hope you understand. EXTRAS!
The Ideal Man – This monster is very different from other monsters in that it actually tries to protect Tyler from The Beldam. Its fight with The Beldam and its eventual death are manifestations of Tyler's father. It has a bloody stump where its head should be, and a well-muscled, overtly masculine body with visible genitalia. Its face is on its stomach area, and its eyes are sewn shut. It screams in almost constant agony. It is a manifestation of Tyler's father, and also another part of his inner fight with his sexuality.
The Phantom – Though technically not a monster, the Phantom appears before any other monsters do simply to warn Tyler. It appears and then vanishes once seen. This phantom is androgynous and has long black hair and bright green eyes. It wears a robe that touches the ground and seems to glow. This can be seen as a manifestation of Tyler's inner self, the one that he's battling Silent Hill to eventually become. As the story moves on, it becomes more masculine in appearance, and more expressive. This can be seen as a sort of monitoring of Tyler's progress as he goes through the Otherworld's trials. Once it is no longer needed by Tyler, it freezes and shatters.
That's all for now. Now, on to the WHAT THE FUCK UFO ending. I think I got some good ideas so far. I may need some time, though, to make it just Silent Hill enough, though.