I awoke to the sound of tapping.

I stirred and immediately realized that I was tied to something, most likely a chair.

Even though I opened my eyes, everything remained black.

''Awake at last!'' a familiar voice sung.

My head throbbed.

I could not recall what had happened, but the voice was all too familiar.

''Mr Aceberg?''

''Bingo! Well, since you've figured out my identity, there's no longer any need for this!'' he said and pulled something which I assumed was used as a blindfold, away from my eyes.

I squinted, trying to remember how I got here.

The room was small, dark and empty with the exception of a few boxes stacked in the corner.

I remember…a loud explosion-like sound and the lights going off. I was running and then…someone placed a rag over my mouth!

''What do you want from me? Something terrible is happening! We need to find Mr Owen!'' I panicked.

What does he intend to achieve by kidnapping me!?

''Oh that's right. Don't worry about the lights, it's my doing. It makes the situation all the more romantic, wouldn't you agree?''

''W-what!? What are you talking about? People are getting killed out there!''

His face morphed into a twisted smile.

''I know~! Isn't that great?! You have no idea how long I've waited for this…'' he whispered ''you know, since you're here I think you have the right to know. My plan is to burn this entire place to the ground, along with the people of course and as for you… You will not be leaving this room.''

A sense of dread washed over me.

''What do you mean?''

He walked over to one of the boxes and began rummaging through it.

A short while later I heard him breathe a quiet 'aha' signalling that he found what he was looking for.

He walked back to me with a handsaw at hand.

''I gotta say…you slept for ages! I was beginning to think you didn't intend to wake up, but that would be no good. We need to have our fun first!'' he chirped in the most sickening tone and then crouched down in front of me.

''Hmm…where should I start? The hand?'' he spoke, moving the saw to my wrist ''or the fingers?'' he moved it down to my knuckles.

I stiffened.

…Is he planning to…..n-no….no way.

''L-let me go!'' I tried breaking loose, but the ropes were too tight.

''Tsk tsk tsk. Didn't I tell you? You're not leaving this place. Oh, but of course you didn't listen to me. No one ever listens to me! That's why this place needs to get cleansed!'' he spoke and pressed the handsaw to my left collar bone.

Much to my dismay he applied force and slowly dragged it down, cutting through the flesh.

Blood streamed down my shoulder.

''It hurts! Doing this won't bring your family back!'' I cried.

He moved the saw a little distance to the left and carved another vertical cut.

''Huh? What makes you think I'd ever want to bring that ugly whore of a wife back? OH-!'' he clutched his stomach and began laughing ''I forgot to tell you!''

He moved to my eye level.

''It wasn't Jeff who killed my family. Oh no, that bastard's just easy to blame and fun to annoy. If you only knew how many times I've beat him in attempt to get a reaction out of him, but gotten nothing. He is a true psycho that one! Haha! But back to the topic at hand! It was me! I killed them! I thought it would've been pretty obvious by now, but hey, no worries. I guess you're not the sharpest tool in the box!'' he wiggled the saw in my face.

Even though he was making puns, I could tell he was serious.

He was planning to kill me.

. . .

He pressed the saw to my thigh and cut a light gash.

I cried out in pain.

''Shhhh…'' he moved the saw lower and did it again and again until my leg went numb.

He repeated the same process on my other thigh.

I began feeling lightheaded.

A stinging sensation pulsed through my arms and legs.

I briefly opened my eyes, to see a sadistic look of pleasure on Aceberg's face.

Hopefully I'll die from blood loss soon. . .

As if sensing my thoughts, the pain stopped and Aceberg moved away.

''Oki doki! Time out! That's enough for now. Wouldn't want you dying before I've had a chance to sever a limb or two, now would I?''

I looked down at my body.

Hundreds of ugly, ragged cuts decorated my arms and legs.

The once clean white fabric of the lab coat was now tattered and bloodied.

Before long everything faded back to black.

Some time later.

I opened my eyes.

At first I felt nothing, but then immense pain sent a shock through my system.

I bolted up, but didn't get very far as I was still tied to the chair.

''Whoa, easy there'' I heard Aceberg's voice ''I wouldn't move too much if I were you... By the way...you really have a knack for sleeping, don't you?''

I tried to speak, but my throat was extremely dry so the sound that left my mouth was similar to an animal-like wail.

''Poor thing. Here'' he pressed a cup of something against my lips, but I refused to drink ''ok have it your way…'' he threw the cup away.

''…I have a question'' I wheezed.

''Sure, go on ahead! I promise to answer honestly, since it's your last wish and all!'' he chirped.

''How long was have I been here?''

''Hmm…about a day or two.''

''You're lying! There's no way!''

''Enough chit-chat. I have other fish to fry, so let's get this over with shall we!?''

He left and minutes later returned with a syringe in his hand.

The needle pierced my skin and I felt a cold fluid enter my vein.

''How does it feel to be on the receiving end hmm? Anyway…while you were asleep I grew a little bored, so I prepared a little present for you-'' he grabbed the chair and spun it around ''-look!''

Everything seemed to stop at that moment.

Deadly stillness...

There, in the center of the room...lied three bodies piled on top of one another.

Aceberg walked over to them and kicked the top person off.

I recognized all of them.

Rick, Lauren and another student who sat in front of me on the bus.

Are they dead?

How could this be..?

''Hold on, seems like one is still twitching'' Aceberg piped up.

He bent down and grabbed a fistful of blonde hair, pulling Lauren up.

She screeched in pain.

''Oh dear, it's not nice to pretend. People will think you're fake! What do you say I really make you dead?''

I noticed that her throat had been slit with every intention to kill. It must've not been deep enough though.

''Please! NO! Please don't! Please! I'll do anythin'! PLEASE LET ME GO!'' she begged.

Aceberg smiled.

''This is what I like to hear! When they're quiet, it's hardly fun. Actually, I just got a brilliant idea. How about all three of us play as little game?''

He walked up to me, dragging Lauren along by the hair.

''You said you'd do anything…so…I want you to take this...and kill her!'' he spoke holding a small pocket knife in front of Lauren's face.

With shaky hands she grasped the thin object and then stood up weakly walking over to me.

I closed my eyes.

''I c-c-can't….'' I heard her whimper.

''Sorry, but no can'ts. It's either her or you''

Even if she kills me, he won't let her go...

What do I do?

To my surprise, the rope on my left wrist loosen.

I instantly snapped my eyes open to see Lauren cutting through the rope.

''What are you-''

''-Run! Get out of here!'' she screamed, quickly cutting my legs loose.

Aceberg released a loud growl and charged at her knocking her to the ground.

My chair also fell backwards.

I wiggled, struggling to get free.

The cuts on my arms and legs were still raw and moving hurt like a bitch.

I heard Lauren make a loud gurgling sounds.

''Stop it! Please don't hurt her!'' I wailed using all of my strength to break free.

Finally, the ropes loosened enough for me to crawl away from the chair.

I looked back to see a horrendous sight.

Aceberg was sitting on top of Lauren with his arms around her throat.

She was limp.

He'd strangled her…

I noticed the pocket knife lying a few feet away from where I stood.

In a split second, I made the decision to go for it. My hand grabbed the small object and then I spun on my heels and ran like my life depended on it...because it did.

I ran past the bodies and towards the only door located in the far left.

I don't know if it was due to unreal luck or Aceberg's carelessness, but the door was unlocked, so I ripped it open and used all of my remaining energy to sprint away.

After what felt like an eternity of running I noticed that nobody was following me.

I slowed down.

Adrenaline faded and I instantly felt pain burn my lungs.

I limped to a nearby corner and slid down the wall.

Only…for…a second…

I closed my eyes, gasping for air.

...My mind couldn't accept what I just underwent.

I need to keep moving.

Clutching the pocketknife, I staggered back up to my feet.

Where am I?

I don't remember seeing this place before…

Just as I was about to start walking, I heard a low rumbling sound in the distance.

I looked back the way I came.

In the distance, starving red flames that covered the entire corridor were quickly approaching me, like a tsunami.

I ran.

And ran.

And ran.

But I wasn't quick enough.

The heat closed in on me and soon enough the walls were engulfed in flames.

Left, right…straight ahead.

There was no way out.

Black smoke filled my lungs...

I came across another fork road and made a sharp turn to the left.

The ground bellow me collapsed and I went pummeling down.

I landed on the ground and countless boulders rained down upon me.

. . .I wished I could wake up from this nightmare…but the pain crushing my left leg was ever so real.

It's probably broken

I cringed, biting back tears.

How long can I keep this up...?

I'm so tired…

When I came to, instant anger filled me.

How many times am I going to lose consciousness!?

My nostrils, mouth and tongue were filled with dry dirt.I coughed my lungs out, barely being able breathe.

To say I felt like shit would be an understatement.

In such a small period of time, I faced more hardships that I had in my entire life.

I painfully pushed my front half up.

The entire area was now covered in wild, red flames.

Blood and sweat tickled down my forehead flowing into my eyes.

Everything around me turned red.

I'm trapped in a nightmare...

. . .

The sound of shouting filled the air.

My stomach flipped and I pressed myself as close to the ground as I could.

I watched as a group of people emerged opposite of me. There were five or six of them. I assumed that they weren't members of the staff based on the way they looked: tattoos, piercings and bulk.

One of the men shouted orders to the others and then attempted to descend a large staircase.

There was a staircase here!?

The staircase was covered in gaping holes however, they managed to safely reach the other side.

Is that the way out?

I could hear loud explosions all around me.

The flames were gradually getting hotter.

Aceberg really is planning to burn this place down…

I need to get out!

I managed to somehow get up and brushed the rubble away from me.

My left leg was absolutely unresponsive...but thankfully I didn't feel any pain.

Clutching the fabric of my trousers, I lifted the broken leg up and hopped forward.

With unimaginable effort, I managed to descend the stairs.

The ceiling was crumbling down.

Heavy boulders were falling all around me.

At any time one of them could hit me and end me right there…

I had never pictured myself in such a situation, so the only thing I could do was keep moving.

I wonder if Mr Owen and…Jeff escaped. . .

There was a large open double-door in front of me, everything beyond it looked black.

I stopped for a second, catching my breath.

That's when I noticed the numerous bodies scattered on the floor.

Bodies of the men I'd seen upstairs and many more that I didn't recognize.

All of them had gaping bullet holes in their skulls...

''OC!? Is that you!?'' I heard a voice come from my left. I looked in the direction it came from.

Mr Owen and four other staff members stood before a closed door.

Guards dressed in black surrounded them.

''OC! Quickly! Come here, it's safe here!'' Mr Owen shouted waving his arm at me.

Did they…shoot all these patients?

Mr Owen kept shouting and motioning for me to come over, but I couldn't.

Something was off...

I noticed more patients climbing down the staircase, but before they could even reach the bottom, the guards shot all of them down.

I was horror struck.

''What are you doing!? It's dangerous! Come here, NOW!'' Mr Owen shouted.

I couldn't move.

Suddenly the door on the opposite side of the large room burst open with a loud thud and the body of a guard went flying through it.

There was a knife sticking out of his helmet.

Jeff walked through the door effortlessly retrieving the blade from the corpse.

He was soaked in blood.

More shots echoed through the open space and bodies rolled down the staircase.

Jeff's eyes locked with expression was indifferent.

''It's number 165! Quickly, immobilize him!'' I heard Mr Owen order.

Everything that followed seemed to happen in slow motion.

The guards pointed their guns at Jeff.

Green lasers covered his abdomen.

Before I could stop myself I got in the range of the guns, blocking their aim.

''What are you doing you stupid girl? Have you lost your mind!? MOVE!'' Mr Owen shouted ''move…or we'll shoot!''

I spread my arms out.

''You were supposed to help…we-...were supposed to help them!'' I sobbed.

He killed all these people!

It's would've been better to allow them to escape instead of murdering them!

How could Mr Owen do this...?

''Fine...shoot her!'' Mr Owen ordered.

I waited, but none of the guards moved.

''What are you doing? SHOOT HER! We can't let him escape!'' he screamed pulling a gun away from one of the guards.

A shot rang through the silence and my left arm fell limp to my side.

The sudden impact, made me fall to my knees.

Mr Owen had shot me…through the left shoulder.

How could he?

I looked up at him to see a stone cold look on his face.

He raised his arm and opened his mouth ready to open fire, but he was shot dead before any words left his mouth.

One of the staff members had shot him through the head.

She was holding a small revolver and began shooting everyone around her.

The situation was getting too much to handle…

I looked down at the ground to see a crimson reflection of myself in the pool of my own blood.

I stared at it.

I didn't know blood could reflect...I look horrible...

A bitter laugh escaped my lips.

My previously hot and sweaty body started turning cold.

I focused on the heavy, slow pumping of my heart.

Like thunder in my chest.

How come I never appreciated the beauty of this sound before…

Tears ran down my face and black dots overwhelmed my vision.

I was just about to fall asleep, when a familiar face appeared next to me in the puddle of blood.

Everything faded to black.

3rd person POV.

October 21st - 1:21am -

Bitewood Asylum.

It was the dead of the night.

Not a single star in the sky.

Thick trees surrounded the scene, watching the formerly grand building light up like a torch.

Crackling and crumbling sounds were the only sounds indicative of the chaos within.

In the midst of the smoke a figure emerged.

Blood dripped down his lean frame and with every step he took, he left a bloody footprint behind.

He wasn't alone though.

…He carried someone in his arms.

Calmly, he walked past the gate and set the girl's body onto the ground.

A twig snapped and the man's head shot up.

''It's about time...Are you ready to join us…?'' an unknown voice spoke from within the trees…

The male didn't reply, silently looking down at the girl.

Blue and red lights came into view and the sound of sirens followed.

By the time police cars and the ambulance arrived, the raven haired male was long gone.