The Evil Within: ''Mind Games'' Chapter Eleven
One could scarcely believe anything that had happened in the Beacon Mental Hospital, concluded, many would dare say this was a story fabricated for the pure purpose of entertainment, however, one that actually went through the horrible ordeal was more than convinced it was real. It was an event that shocked many, but that was naught compared to what the ones were enduring within the surreal reality of the villian's mind. It was a confined cage that had multiple victims that were not there on their own volution, but were compelled, which made the situation all the worse, lured by a genius, and held by strings to forever be a pawn. One requires intelligence to say the least, quick thinking that grants the prey a few more minutes to live, and to someone else, this was a mere game. A mind game.
Sebastian was caught in a whirlwind of emotions that never came to cease, the man could barely believe that the events were something other than a horrible migraine, but the fact all of his past surfaced and quelled him so much was a validation that reality twisted itself and against the detective. Now there was only one way out, and the man had to think of an idea of how to escape, which proved to be more difficult that initially assumed. The man was cursed with tricks, deceit and manipulation, only now he had to make use of his quick wit in attempt to solve the puzzle he was shown. A bunch of symbols and numbers which he had to connect, somehow, but his mind was in no state to think clearly, he was extremely exhausted, alongsides the fact he had wounds at every single cravice of his body which strained him perpetually. I need to find a way out. Not only for myself, but also for Joseph and Kidman, and when I do get out, that bastard called Ruvik will wish he never played games in the first place. He will lose. Sebastian furrowed his eyebrows as his coppery eyes trailed the stones and buttons, running his fingertips over the intricate design before conceding and shaking his head, he became utterly frustrated with the lack of knowledge. The symbols were starting to slowly shape into something more familiar, a girl, a gun, and a ring. Why on Earth would Ruvik help Sebastian solve the puzzle he shoved onto the man? Shouldn't that be done alone?
Perhaps not, perhaps this puzzle was only something to rile the detective, to let his past memories boil again in his mind, to make him more perturbed. Sebastian only believed Ruvik was looking down with a quizzical expression, he knew that much. A rough hand ran through his black hair as he perused the symbols, now acknowledging to what they may pose as, his mind started to work overtime, making conclusions on the spot. A girl. Who could it be? Someone Ruvik knows, or someone Sebastian knows? He had faced memories, of himself and Ruvik, they were similar, but he had to connect the dots on what they were about exactly. A girl, logical thinking, his own daughter? He entered her date of birth, which locked in place and the light on the side went from blank to green. Sebastian sighed in relief as the male continued, advancing to the second symbol. A gun? A murderer? No, no, this was something blunt, he was a detective, wasn't he? Alright, enter the date of when he became a detective. Another green light. Sebastian was salivating his lowerlip, he was now onto the last one, hoping he would get it right, but what if he didn't, would that mean Ruvik had the means to end his life?
Sweatbeads ran down the wrinkled forehead of the man, swallowing a lump in his throat, which felt like a brick was stuck in there. His throat was dry and the saliva was lacking, he kept swallowing in try to wetten it, but in vain, time was ticking and he only had thirty seconds left. Ring, think of a ring? An accomodation? Bonding? Marriage? Sebastian quickly entered the date he got married to his lost wife, eventually, all lights turned green and flickered before a loud noise was heard, the door unlocked and the man quickly turned the handle on the door, behind him came a river of blood as he pushed the door closed just on the last moment, securing it and breathing out before sinking to the cold floor. Hell, his eyes were widened and he felt despair overwhelming him, slight remorse for having dragged everyone into this. ''Well done, detective. I knew you were more than capable to resolve such a familiar puzzle, eventhough I must say, I had expected you were quicker''. Ruvik spoke once more, the voice resonating in the small room he found himself in, but the man was nowhere to be seen. Sebastian chuckled like a madman, rubbing his forehead. ''Sorry to dissapoint you. Maybe I should've brought you flowers instead, but I didn't have the time, you know, considering you killed a fucking DOZEN OF PEOPLE''. The detective narrowed his eyes, but the room was dark, the only thing that slowly began to become clear was a heartbeat, thud, thud, thus. It felt uneasy, it didn't align his own heartbeat, as his own was going rapidly, but this was one, it went slow, deadly slow, unhealthy slow. A bright light bursted in the room before an enourmous heart was seen in the middle, wired with all sorts of cables, linked to the ceiling, beating continuously, undisturbed. ''..You gotta be kidding be. A fucking heart? What's this supposed to mean, Ruvik? I'm not playing a goddamn romance tale with you''. Sebastian retorted,
Great. More shit to solve. Sebastian honestly had no energy left for more trickery, he was on the verge of succumbing to whatever this was, and frankly, his gun was lost to him, somewhere, somehow. He couldn't defeat any foe as of now, as if bare hands would do the trick. ''Oh, 'Seb', how amusing you are. Have you ever thought of -why- you are here? Perhaps not. You only wish to save your friends, sadly, they cannot be saved, nor can you. They are all, replacable''. Ruvik appeared before Sebastian, now once more donning his beautiful, just kidding, horrible robe which once more allowed his body to be nearly fully displayed. The man was honestly an odd case, a walking corpse, but still, he had beauty, does that make sense at all? And why was Sebastian even thinking this? No way. -No way-. The detective still stood with his back against the door he had closed, ofcourse, it was tightly sealed, good job. Now he was stuck in this room, with this creep, and with this hella' annoying sound of a beating heart that drilled into his head for long. Ruvik tilted his head, thin burnt lips extending into a morbid smile as his right hand elevated and reached out towards Sebastian, although oddly enough, he was nowhere close. Sebastian however, felt something, there was something forced upon him, he felt himself being pushed against the door and he hit his head quite hard, possibly due the fact the door was metal, let's not hope for a concussion, that was the last thing he needed. ''You know, Ruvik..you can do this aslong as you want, somehow, you are the weakest chain in all of this, you're a mere vessel trapped in your own pathetic world''. Ruvik smirked broadly, teleporting close as he only was few inches away from the male, staring into the coppery eyes with his own white ones, the amount of emotions running through them was something Sebastian could not believe. ''Oh, 'Seb', your will truly is admirable, but like anything else in the world, it will diminish''. Sebastian swallowed and felt a hand upon his chest, trailing his musculature. ''Gross bastard..''.