The Evil Within: ''The Hunt'' Chapter 3
So it began again. Ruvik was gone, fading into darkness like he always does, always the same tactic he uses when making each single hair on the detective's body stand up in fear. This investigation took a bigger turn then Sebastian Costellanos ever expected it to be. The poor man couldn't possibly phantom what exactly what going on, distinguishing facts and opinion about what really occuring is something he is eager to scrutinize. But right now, his body was aflame, veins burning like poison running along with the boiling blood, Sebastian had been terrorised, deep cuts along the tissue layers of his skin were gaping as it stretched and muscles tensed up. The detective was struggling to get free from the barbed black wires that coiled around his wrists like deep poisonous snake bites. The man's trained muscular body that was drenched in sweat began shifting and pulling, craving to get free, it was almost unreal the pain he felt. Never even had few bullets in his body hurt so much compared to what he was enduring at this point. At an evident point a disturbing, pitched noise began grinding into the cop's brains again, making him squeel in pain even more so, eyes closing shut tightly to lessen the pain, but even this remedy was going to fail as if it roasted his brains, oh,how it felt that way. It was tormenting and agonizing, no matter how hard he tried, the man could not do anything against the sound that kept going on for a long minute.
Suddenly the sound subsided, the room appearing calm and casual like any luxury room would look like inside of a manor reigning from this amount of wealth. Sebastian was panting heavy, but the wires around his wrists were gone, he did not even take notice of it untill he fell onto the floor with a loud thud, scraping against the old venerable wood that lay there. The man groaned as he collided with the floor, almost swimming in his own pool that previously leeched from the wounds on his wrists and ankles, the detective flattened his hands against the floor, palms grinding as he tried to get a form of balance, but there was little energy left in the man. For what luck, his boots were thick and had strong soles, the material could withstand the fluid of red on its surface, allowing the man after a vast amount of struggle and effort to raise to his feet. Stained with blood all across his black and brown uniform he inhaled deeply through his nose, elevating both hands as the copper dimmed eyes glanced down at the crimson covering the skin of his palms, it was a horrid sight. Quickly the man lowered his hands, reminding himself he was only been sexually ''harassed'' not long ago by -him-, pulling up his boxers that were hanging at his knees, along with his pants, locking and securing the buckle of his belt safely as he took a few minutes to let it all get to him. Clearing his throat with the still quivering body, the man carefully circulated around the bloodied mess and grabbed his gun that was still on the floor at the same place it fell onto. 'That fucking bastard...IF YOU HEAR ME, RUVIK, I'M AFTER YOU!''. He shouted, furrowing the ebony eyebrows that had few cuts across the pair, the male made a last glance at the corpses that lay lifeless and drained, shaking his head as he walked to the door at the other end of the room, opening it as he exited, slamming the door shut with anger.
A deep sigh was emitted from his lips, thinking of what Ruvik did to him. Those words that kept going on repetitious, that compulsory state he was in before, which he allowed himself to be in. Again he was blaming himself, faulting himself that he did not do his utter best, ofcourse Costellanos lacked sexual activity since the ordeal with his wife and child, but does this give him an excuse to let himself be ravaged by a male? By Ruvik? It was messing with him, this thought. Groaning once more he ripped a little piece of cloth from his tunic and wrapped it around both wrists that were cut, his ankles having sustained less pain, it'll do, for now. He kept his gun just at height opposing his clavicle, the darkened corridor lay ahead of him like a long, cold, cave, engulfed and engrossed by darkness incarnate itself. The copper eyes gazed around as his feet slowly began moving across the carpet, after few steps his pace began to adapt into a mild sprint, he wanted to get out. As he walked, it seemed the manor was abandoned, no single life signs were validated by his ears or eyes, it was giving him more chills than it should've. As he went on, moving from corridor to corridor, he arrived at a staircase he went down, hesitation was there, but he made it down without trouble. It appeared like the ground floor, but there was something different about the vacinity, something ominous. He kept his posture steady and ready like a cop is learned to, out of habbit from all these years of working with the police department. Low breathes, with his heart beating at a normal pace, but gradually going quicker as he moved around, following a corner to the left that led him into another big area that had paintings on each side of the walls, the more lively part of the manor, family paintings these appeared, young Ruben with his sister Laura and his parents, they seemed to be happy, tranquill, serene, but it was mere deception for one's eyes. He frowned mildly upon the image he saw, Ruben never seemed to have had it easy, leave alone getting along with his father that always seemed to have been an issue since the intelligent boy was little. Sebastian moved on further, taking a turn to the right as he walked nearly into a door, one that had two doors in one, glancing at it as he extended his left hand around the knob of the door, turning his stained hand as it didn't bend: the door was locked.
He sighed as it didn't cooperate, releasing the knob but at a sudden moment, a loud screech was released, one of a young woman that was in deep, deep pain he confirmed, his mind burning again as the area around him went dark, pitch dark. The digits of his right hand clenching around the cold gun that felt like an extention of his arm, pressing the index-finger against the trigger in caution. As his eyes had no visual in the onyx darkness, his feet shifted against the ground to make sure walls weren't turning or the floor wasn't going to collapse, but it did.. He fell down as the floor cracked, wood breaking and falling as he fell along, he screamed as he made a long way down, breathing heavily as his eyes frantically glanced around, inquiries were made, he had so many questions left unanswered as he went down which felt like a lifetime. At long last, he hit the ground again, groaning and groaning as he crouched, the room seemed like some kind of..lab. Perhaps it was the lab Ruben had in his basement, where he did experiments in. The male got up as his eyes dilated, corpses were found on a pile with no brains in them, rotting. ''What the fuck is this messed up shit..'' he mumbled. The equipment was still there that was sent by the hospital, all of it. For brain insections and anything else you could imagine. Needles, vials, knives..it went on and on.
The man gathered enough guts to look around the lab, inspecting each component individually, even at the long counter on his right lay few documents, that piqued his interest the most. Costellanos moved on and grabbed the few papers that were patient records, test subjects as Ruvik would term them. He began reading them, showing results that most of the patients showed results, including the facts that not any of them survived, but there were few that lasted long enough for and Ruvik to be pleased by research. Lips pursed as the cop kept reading, a random noise came from behind him as he lured over his shoulder towards the direction, the copper eyes narrowed as he placed the documents back to their original place, walking very slowly as he passed the center, which had a bed, it had shackles on both hand endings and feet endings, concluding it was for patients to be tied up, even if they did cooperate, which seemed unlikely. The man reeked of dried blood, his own no less, it was no pleasure for him to smell it, but it was long enough that he got used to the stench. As his heart rapidly beated, he moving on behind a little wall that had a little desk, and seperated itself from the rest of the lab. A lamp was on and it radiated brightly in the darkness that allowed the detective just enough sight to see things in. Approaching the desk, it had several drawers, made of wood as he opened them. Nothing was found in there, and it began raising suspicions for the man. The lamp began to flicker from dark to light perpetually, tricking the cop even more. The man's head began to burn again as his hands clamped his temples in excruciating pain he experienced. ''Shit. Not again. Ruvik, I swear, you'll die!''.
The man was in so much pain he leaned onto the desk, rather collapsing onto it but remaining conscious as both arms rubbed against the wood, the lamp falling down to the floor as Sebastian digged his nails into the desk's surface, scraping them against the material. The lightbolt of the lamp scattered across the floor, was broken glass was not a threat to him now. It was someone else. He knew that screech from before was going to get him too, but this was familiar, it was -him- again. As the pain began to fade abit, he tried to get himself up in a more defensive position, but albeit, it was too late.
Ruvik appeared again as the white robes were the only thing that seemed to gave any light to the darkness, the copper glare of the detective averted sideways to Ruvik, lifting his gun, he tried to shoot, a bullet waste into nothing as Ruvik teleported himself, ending up behind Sebastian, the burned digits clasping both of the man's bandaged wrists as he cornered the detective against the desk with a broad smirk, the gun dropped again with a groan, eying the hooded male with much reluctance. Ruvik parted his lips as he kept pressure onto the male's wrists, ''Foolish, ''Seb''..''.
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