The Evil Within: ''Trapped'' Chapter Ten

Would you consider risking your own life to save a thousand? Maybe you would, but is it worth the risk to eliminate one evil being, aswell as yourself in the progress? For some. And those being detectives and policemen trained, vowed to protect citizens and determined to catch, or kill whatever that roams about and poses as a threat to civillization. Usually, with years of training, mentally and physically, to expand your endurance, aswell as to know what weapons you can use, guns, knives, and keep on going. This all, usually would be sufficient to catch a criminal. The world is simple: kill or be killed. Such is the life for criminals and policemen. Sebastian, being a detective, yet quite experienced on the field of murder, such as where his knowledge is imperative, is one of the few that is tasked with solving a rather intricate case. A case that was bound to forever change his life, if not resulting in ending it.

How he felt nauseous, the stench of dried blood reeking around him, sucked up by his nostrils in reluctance; body tensing as muscles did the same, feeling himself weaken in his state, yet a certain spark of hope was burning for him, ever so brightly. And no matter what one would do, this was a blazing fire that never could be dimmed. The detective was under direct control, not by himself, ofcourse, but by someone else, and even though he felt like deterring, his eyes were glazed upon malformed, grey tinged skin that was approaching closer: thin feet glided over the floor, the pacing slow, which made the man feel like it took forever, caught up in the movement. The man made a rather strenuous attempt to withdraw himself from the desk behind him, dragging himself to the side of it, taking his gaze off of Ruvik whom merely watched Sebastian, watching the male's feeble attempt to escape a world that Ruvik made. Ofcourse, for Ruvik, this was only child's play, because where would the fun be if the child did not pose some kind of challenge to him? Ruvik halted his movement, idly tilting his head as his lips outlined into a smirk, the panic he observed, he took in it with pleasure, progressing it and considering what more strings he could pull on his puppet.

Sebastian on the other hand was too occupied to even consider this to be pleasant, he had pulled up his pants in the meantime, as far as he could in his panicked mode, to atleast make him less vulnerable by the fact he was close to being nude, which evidently isn't quite intimidating for anyone. He looked around, eyes widened and fixing on possible weaponry that could aid his escape. The disadvantage was, his gun was behind Ruvik, as was the door that was provoking the detective to pass through it, however, even this door might aswell be a delicious lollipop that is poisoned; a trap. There's no guarantee that this is true, but he did recall that Ruvik knew it, all of it. He was able to stall Ruvik before, the monster was stopped and lost his powers when fire hit him, it did hold him up for a good moment, but even now, this knowledge was useless. Sebastian lost his match, and the malformed man was more than immune to weapons. He positioned himself on the other side of the desk, inhaling sharply through his nose as his forehead wrinkled, smudged with few stains of blood and dirt. He sank down to the ground, backed against the desk, frustration became evident, as desperation. Perhaps, perhaps Ruvik does not want him dead. What if Sebastian is a means to an end, not -the- end? Gotcha.

Sebastian nodded to himself and eventually pushed himself off the ground, wrists bleeding slightly, though not severely, his hands flattened on the desk as he turned towards Ruvik, who surprisingly hadn't moved. He just stood there, staring, uncomfortably, lustfully- There you go again, Sebastian, idiot, don't think like that. Sebastian swallowed deeply, disposing of the thought quickly and eyed Ruvik once again, the detective was capable now, atleast of articulating his words properly. ''You need me, don't you? If I kill myself, you won't be able to use me, and you won't be able to get Leslie''. Sebastian's expression remained rather blank, he was cautious, he didn't want to show a weakness at this point, or the fact he was ''upto something''. Ruvik was amused, it was evident by the way he smiled, the mischievous outlining in the corner of the burnt lips. ''Oh, Sebastian. How do you think you will save Kidman and Oda? Even if you think you can kill yourself in my world, nobody will be able to escape death''. The ebony haired male tensed up once more, hope ebbing away as he shook his head, he was going to give up now. ''Well, I enjoyed talking with you, but I need to keep moving''. Sebastian slid himself over the desk and made a run for it, despite his injuries, he was light on his feet and ran straight for Ruvik, he was adamant, his will was surfacing; straight charging at Ruvik, whom didn't move, eventually did, he vanished into thin air, allowing Sebastian to continue, taking his gun and placing it in its holster, aswell as neatening himself more, opening the door afterwards. He felt gravity changing, as soon as the knob bent, he fell in, down, quite a long way. Great, here we go again. He fell for a long while, passing dark black walls which were adorned with few lit candles, as he descended, he could catch glimpses of what appeared to be of his daughter and his wife, to which he widened his eyes at, eventually, as he hit the ground harshly, some cracks of bones heard, yet seemingly intact as he stood up with a low grunt.

''Making it more personal are we, fucking son of a bitch'', Sebastian was fuming, looking around as to where he had landed. The area was something more pleasant than he had thought, considering he practically stepped on Ruvik's toes and ran for it. The detective was determined to continue, not consuming too much time to pass on, he needed to recover, which was true, but he cared little for such. He continued to move on, looking around as he eventually passed through a long hallway; a door was covered in a thick layer of blood, a few mechanisms were set upon it, likely if one of the three isn't set right, it will kill you. The detective perused the symbols set on the stones, three of them, each of them had a small bar under it, where one should press in the right numbers. Sebastian sighed deeply, he was too tired for this, and he was more than sure he would screw this puzzle up. ''Go ahead, detective. Kill yourself''. A voice rang, nowhere to be seen, but Sebastian was agitated that Ruvik watched his every movement. ''You have two minutes, Seb. Decide if greed will win from you''. ''You bloody bastard, Ruvik! Don't even..'', Sebastian silenced himself with a sigh, it was pointless to even wasting his energy and breath on that abomination.