A/N Hey guys, you might be interested in what I have in mind for this story since it's a crossover of Outlast and World of Darkness so I think I'm the only one who came up with the idea since I haven't found a crossover of that, so this will be interesting.
So, the OC Jacob Prowler is a former green beret and Denver police officer who had been looking into suspected corruption in Murkoff and Pentex when his wife was murdered and he was framed for it by both companies who turned his trial into a kangaroo court through bribery and blackmail, ensuring a guilty verdict and having him transferred to Mount Massive Asylum to have him experimented on in a project that's not connected to Project Walrider at all.
You'll just have to see what I have in mind since I don't want to spoil the surprise but because this is a crossover with Outlast, there will be pretty gruesome and heinous stuff in this story so I thought I should warn you all and give you the choice to back out if that's something you don't want to read so, without further ado, enjoy.
I kept letting out low growls while glaring at the bastards on the other side of the glass walls as they appeared to be jotting down notes and conversating with each other while I paced back and forth in my cell like a trapped animal as my eyes held hatred and vengeance in them.
I used to be normal once, had a job and a loving wife while also being an excellent cop so I worked hard to support me and my wife but putting away scumbags was also a bonus since doing my part for society felt good and encouraged me to keep going.
Still, there were times I doubted myself because it seemed like the world kept getting bleaker and bleaker each day but coming home to my wife at the end of the day made it worth it so I merely did my job and didn't ask for anything in return when I eventually received an anonymous tip about possible corruption and money laundering that was going on involving the Murkoff Corporation and multi-national mega-corporation Pentex.
I knew all about Murkoff, how the company had a long track record of disguising profit as charity and it went through a few scandals over the decades but it always bounced back because of its vast resources and corporate lawyers so despite reopening that asylum a few years ago with the excuse to help those who needed it, I never trusted the company since I always found them shady.
As for Pentex, it seemed to have its hands in pretty much everything ranging from clean energy to consumer products so it was a tricky one since the corporation had a lot of power and influence so I tried to play it real careful since a company that powerful couldn't be on the straight and narrow while I had known that they and Murkoff wouldn't be happy about me looking into them to build a RICO case.
I must not have been careful enough or I must've slipped up somewhere because when I came home one night, I found my wife dead on the kitchen floor as her body was riddled with bullets and it felt like something died inside me while I was expressing wails of grief and anguish when the police suddenly burst into the house and ordered me to step away from the body and get down on my knees with my hands behind my head.
No matter how many times I begged and pleaded that I didn't do it and that I had found her like that, I was thrown to the ground and had the cuffs slapped on me as I spent that time staring at my wife's face that had an expression that was frozen in fear and agony.
My world had fallen apart as I tried to prove my innocence while I was interrogated for hours on end by my co-workers and people I had called friends but no one would listen and I learned that the murder weapon had been found nearby that had my prints on it while other kinds of evidence had been found where it convinced them that I had planned my wife's murder, much to my horror.
I knew at that moment I was being set up, that someone killed my wife to personally hurt me and planted evidence to frame me for it so it didn't take long until I was arraigned and sat through the entire trial feeling more and more hopeless as my defense attorney didn't appear to even try to get me a not guilty verdict until I was found guilty on all charges.
To put the final nail in the coffin, I was sentenced to be transferred to Mount Massive Asylum where my treatment would continue until the time of my death so it was a nightmare and I had tried to convince myself to wake up but this was reality and that made it all the more hopeless.
What made it worse was that any friends or relatives I had cut ties with me and wanted nothing to do with me anymore so I was all alone now and it was that thought that ran through my mind as I was being transferred from Denver to Mount Massive Asylum for the criminally insane, then I was handed off to that bastard Jeremy Blaire and his thugs until I realized why this was happening to me.
Murkoff and Pentex found out what I was up to and they murdered my wife before framing me for the murder, also setting me up to be mentally ill so that no one would believe me even if I were to proclaim my innocence at the top of my lungs so the rage and pure fury I felt caused me to lunge at the son of a bitch and it took seven guards to restrain me as I screamed that I would kill him and that Murkoff and Pentex would burn for what they did to me.
After being dragged away from Jeremy's office, I found myself as a patient of Mount Massive and the guards made my life hell for the first few weeks as I was beaten, tortured, touched inappropriately by some sick fuck called Andrew, and put through those stupid interviews by asshole doctors on Murkoff's payroll and they listed me as a paranoid schizophrenic with delusions of persecution but just when I thought it wouldn't get any worse, I was dragged out of my room and taken to a section of the asylum where I was strapped to a table and started getting experimented on.
I lost count of the days that had gone by as the torture never ended and the cruelty of these sick motherfuckers caused my hatred of them to keep getting bigger and bigger while my thoughts of killing them got more and more disturbing as time went on.
Sometimes I would imagine dismembering them or flaying them alive and I found myself smiling darkly while picturing their screams for mercy so I knew I was losing it and wasn't the same man as before, becoming more twisted and deranged the longer I was in here as the experiments ranged from getting injected by god knows what to testing my pain response.
It was not until one day that I somehow...changed, becoming more beast than man as my body transformed into a creature only shown in horror movies as I had become a werewolf and those fucking scientists spoke excitedly about how I was the first success or would sometimes mention the word Garou.
I was horrified by what I had become and just saw red as I broke out of my restraints and didn't know what happened after that, only coming to my senses an unknown amount of time later and finding myself in a cell with shatter-proof glass in the hospital section of the asylum.
Apparently, I slaughtered a few people and it took dozens of tranquilizer darts to take me down but I didn't feel disgusted at myself or even guilty that I ripped people to shreds, just nothing at all and I was sorry that I didn't kill more of them or even every single staff member of this hellhole.
That cell was my new room from now on as the days turned to weeks and the weeks turned to months, my sanity slipping more and more as time went on until vengeance and a desire to make these fuckers suffer and dark urges of maiming and butchering every single Murkoff and Pentex member I could find was all that was on my mind now.
Even so, I discovered that I had five forms where the first was my regular human one, the second was a more beastly one similar to the werewolves in the recent movie The Wolfman, the third was the werewolf form that was nine feet tall with grey fur and a large bushy tail, the fourth form was a massive prehistoric dire wolf with long sharp teeth, and the fifth form was a regular wolf.
I practiced with learning how the other four forms worked to pass the time as I noticed my senses were amplified to where my sense of smell and hearing was greatly enhanced while I also had nocturnal vision and I was stronger, faster, and had inhuman agility and flexibility while I had an unnatural healing factor that allowed me to regenerate from injuries, lethal or otherwise, rather quickly and I learned that the hard way because of those bastards putting me through those fucking tests of theirs.
I can also do minor changes such as my limbs or even sprout a single tail and shape my face into a kind of proto-muzzle, though the scientists monitored what I was doing and I was pissed for being stared at like a lab rat as they jotted down more notes on those clipboards of theirs.
Now, I was currently in my werewolf form and merely pacing while glaring at those fuckers with hate and vengeance in my golden eyes, wearing nothing but a pair of orange shorts that can stretch whenever I changed into my wolfman and werewolf forms while also allowing my tail to sprout out without tearing a hole through it.
I wanted them dead but I wouldn't kill them quickly since they deserve the worst things that can happen to a person but I noticed that recently, female scientists stopped showing up altogether and I think I heard mentions of how female staff and patients were moved out of the facility shortly after some incident had occurred involving a Murkoff executive, though nothing else was said regarding what happened.
I continued to keep my eye on the doctors with a murderous glare that promised terrible things for those assholes as security was in the room with them with handguns holstered on their duty belts, probably loaded with silver bullets since it turns out that little weakness wasn't just movie lore and I discovered that after getting shot with a silver bullet to test any weaknesses I might have, but a few minutes went by until the lights suddenly shut off and the emergency lights turned on as an alarm sounded outside the room.
"What the hell? Is there an outage or something?" one of the doctors wondered as he and the other Murkoff employees looked around in confusion until the door to my cell swung open with a hiss and they started looking horrified as I started making my way out of the cell with a feral vengeful growl.
"Oh fuck!" one of the guards shouted as he and the others went to pull out their guns to shoot me.
I didn't give them a chance since I charged at them and started swiping, beginning to slaughter everyone in the room as I decapitated one guard and bisected another as my claws sliced through the belly of a third one with his intestines and other internal organs spilling out as blood started splattering the walls and ceiling, the floor starting to run red with the crimson liquid while screams of terror and agony filled the room.
Despite the rest of the guards shooting at me with gunshots echoing throughout the room, I showed no mercy and butchered the rest as I was getting covered in blood and I grabbed the arms of a guard, severing them from his shoulders and he shrieked in agony until I shut him up by ripping his throat out with my jaws and killed the last guard by ripping his heart out and throwing it at a nearby wall.
With the guards dead, I turned my attention to the doctors that were cowering while sobbing and begging for mercy but I was fresh out of mercy and hearing them plead for their lives enraged me since how many times have I begged them to stop and they ignored it?
I merely roared at them ferally and my towering bloody self looked like a demonic nightmare from hell itself as I started ripping the doctors to shreds, taking my rage and fury out on them for what they put me through as the floor started getting covered with organs and entrails until I grabbed the remaining doctor by the legs and head before pulling and he was ripped in half as blood and other viscera rained down on me as I was covered in even more gore, throwing both halves in different directions until I breathed heavily and shifted back to my human form.
"Good fucking riddance," I said as I went to see if I could use one of the guns that were on the floor, though I soon discovered that in my vengeful rage, I had smashed up the handguns during the slaughter and I scowled.
That irritated me but I went to get one of the batons instead and I figure a good whack to the head would bring anyone down, though my enhanced hearing could pick up screams and other kinds of chaos happening outside the room so I wondered what was happening since it sounded like all hell broke loose.
Quite frankly, it sounded like those Murkoff motherfuckers were finally getting what they deserved but escape was my only priority right now so I had to get out of this hellhole and burn Murkoff and Pentex to the fucking ground for what they did to me, which prompted me to head to the exit and I went into the hallway.
Sirens were blaring with red emergency lights flashing as the sounds of chaos were happening but then I heard something, not sure what it was, but it sounded unearthly and that made me tense as I heard screams coming from the room on my right as the door was closed but then the screams suddenly went silent with the unsettling sound going away and I went through the door on my right.
It was pitch black as the power was out but I could see thanks to my nocturnal vision as there were three cells with chairs that had unlocked metal restraints but two of the cells had huge blood spatters with gore covering some of the glass on the left and right cells, indicating that they used to be people once but it was as if something just caused them to explode or something.
I grimaced since I didn't want to encounter whatever did that when my sharp hearing picked up the faint sound of someone stifling sobs as it was coming from the middle cell and I narrowed my eyes as I went over to the closed door to peer through the glass.
I could see someone trying to hide but they weren't exactly doing a very good job of it as it was a male in his early to mid-thirties with blond hair while wearing a patient uniform and I could see he had a camcorder in his right hand and he was filming me, the man looking terrified out of his mind when I heard the door to the hallway opened and I looked to see a deformed patient entering the room.
"You think you're safe in there? Wallflower, pretty flower. Fucking...I'll open you up, open you up and show you, make you purr. You wait right there," the patient said as he appeared to ignore me and walked right past me, heading over to a console to my left and typing on it until the glass doors of the cells opened, prompting me to head into the middle cell and the man started cowering.
"P-Please, don't hurt me," the man begged and I frowned since he didn't appear to be much of a threat so even though the dark urges in my mind were whispering for me to put him out of his misery, I wasn't going to kill an unarmed man who wasn't being a threat and he wasn't with Murkoff either so that's another reason why I won't kill him.
"I won't kill you, not unless you give me a reason to so what's your name?" I asked and the man trembled while looking up at me with frightened eyes.
"J-Just stay away from me, please," the man responded and a pang of irritation flared up.
"I don't have time for this shit so let me ask you this, do you want to live and escape this hell? I can see the camcorder in your hand so do you want to get out of here and expose the bastards who put you in here?" I questioned and the man let out a sob.
"I just want to go home to my family," the man whimpered and I stared down at him with a hardened glare.
"Then pull yourself together and get up because you won't be getting out while cowering like that," I stated and the man hesitated before he cautiously stood up and stared at me.
"I...y-you're really not going to hurt me?" the man asked tentatively.
"Unless you're with Murkoff or try to ambush me, then I don't see any reason to hurt you," I replied as I glanced at the deformed patient from time to time, who was in the cell nearest to the exit as he was staring at the human remains.
"Alright, and my name's Waylon," Waylon said and I nodded.
"Jacob, now listen to me carefully because I'm only going to say this once, that camcorder in your hand will record any evidence that'll bury Murkoff so keep filming and you do what I say when I say it since there appears to be a riot going on out there and we don't know how dangerous things will be, so I don't want you doing something stupid that'll get us both killed, understand?" I empathized and Waylon nodded.
"Trust me, I'm not going to do anything stupid because I want to get out of here just as much as you do," Waylon told me and I motioned my head at the exit.
"Then let's go, and make sure to stay behind me because you don't have a weapon to defend yourself," I instructed and started heading to the exit with Waylon behind me.
We left the room and started making our way down the hall carefully when we heard someone loudly encouraging somebody to do something and we came across a clear plastic tarp stretching across our left that showed a doctor was pinned to a table by one patient with another holding a knife as a few more patients, deformed or otherwise, were standing around the table with deranged grins as Waylon recorded the whole thing.
"I've been dreaming about this forever, doctor," the patient with the knife snarled as other patients laughed at the doctor who was struggling, then the patient with the knife went to plunge the blade into the chest of the doctor and that caused Waylon to stumble back with a look of horror until a deformed patient on the other side of the tarp walked up to look at us.
"You two, no observers. Come in," the patient told us and Waylon backed up while shaking his head frantically until he ducked into a nearby bathroom, then I followed him to see the blond man hyperventilating.
"Oh god, they killed that man," Waylon whimpered.
"Focus, I doubt he's going to be the first or last person to be murdered in this place so you need to prepare yourself for that and don't feel sorry for him either because he is just as guilty as all the other Murkoff pieces of shit that put me, you, and other patients through hell so he got what was coming to him," I stated coldly and Waylon looked disturbed from how apathetic and unsympathetic I was being at the murder that had happened.
"I just want to get back to my wife and kids," Waylon told me and I gestured for him to stay behind me.
"Then stay behind me and don't fall behind," I said as Waylon went to pick up a battery that was on a cart but he needed more time to get his composure and I reluctantly let him do that so I waited for him to calm down.
Shortly after, we left the bathroom and ignored the patients watching us on the other side of the tarp and started to head to the open doorway, heading around the corner when the hairs on the back of my neck rose up while we watched a patient duck into a room up ahead on the right, then I heard the unearthly sound again and grimaced from my vision getting blurry when my brain screamed for me to hide.
"Fuck, move!" I exclaimed as I grabbed Waylon and we ran into a room next to us and I slammed the door shut, then I kept my ears open for whatever that was as the sound that sounded like static or hissing went away.
"Jacob, what was that?" Waylon asked meekly as he sounded scared and I looked at him, ignoring the blood and gore that was in the room.
"I don't have a fucking clue, but there was something there...not sure what the hell it was since I couldn't see it," I said tensely before we carefully approached the door and I turned the knob.
I slowly opened the door and peered out, not seeing anything so it seemed to be clear for now and that had us leave the bloody room and continue down the hall as the glass door up ahead was closed but then I saw a patient being thrown to the ground by a guard that was covered in blood, the guard getting on top of him and breaking his neck before running into a room on the right as another patient was running further down the hall.
I wasn't affected much by what I was seeing but I knew Waylon and I had to be extremely cautious or we would wind up like that, though it was a good thing that security didn't have a lot of firearms and most would be forced to use their fists or batons because things would get even more difficult for us during our escape attempt, though the two of us went down the hall to the left but the door up ahead was blocked so we were forced to go through the door on our left, which had the room with the patients and dead doctor in it.
"Our peeping toms, come to join our therapy session," one patient said as he was standing at the table with the knife in his hand.
"What the hell kind of therapy do you have in mind?" I inquired with a cold expression and the patient smiled darkly before showing the knife.
"Here, you and the other one take the blade, dig around in our friend here and get a little red on your hands. It's always healthy to express yourself since you keep it bottled up too long and you might do something you regret," the patient offered and it was quite tempting as the dark whispers in my mind were encouraging me to do it but Waylon shaking his head and letting out shaky breathing snapped me out of it.
"I-I...can't," Waylon stuttered while looking revolted and horrified at the same time until the patient scowled.
"No? You're one of those? Too good for the likes of us?" the patient questioned as he got more and more agitated while stabbing the dead body multiple times, making Waylon inch back warily.
"Think you're different?! Something special?! There are no observers here, now get the fuck out of here before I change my mind!" the patient snarled as he ripped the knife out of the body and slammed the bottom of the handle onto the table, the loud clang making Waylon jump as a patient blocking the way to the door ahead moved out of the way.
That was our cue to go so I grabbed Waylon by the arm and forced him to move to the door, leaving the room and finding ourselves on the other side of that door that had been blocked and I noticed a patient that was sitting on a chair up ahead, the deformed man twitching and appearing agitated.
"Okay, move carefully and don't make any sudden moves," I instructed while keeping my voice down and Waylon nodded as we cautiously started to make our way past the patient when he suddenly stood up with a scowl.
"The fuck are you two trying to go?" the patient growled and tried to take a swing at me, though I ducked under the punch and grabbed him before effortlessly throwing him to the floor and started bashing his head in with the baton more than once as I let out enraged shouts until he was dead with his head caved in, blood and brain matter pooling out from his bashed-in head and Waylon took a few steps back as I breathed heavily.
"Um...are you..." Waylon trailed off and he flinched when my rage-filled expression met his unsettled gaze until I managed to calm down and merely looked away with a scowl.
"Let's just go," I said gruffly, my tone leaving no room for argument and we continued forward as we made our way to a door on the right up ahead.
We went inside and it was pitch-black, Waylon being forced to use the camcorder's night vision but I could see just fine as we navigated the room and Waylon grimaced at the sight of one patient who was kicking another that was on the floor but we passed them and went into another room that was next to them.
Waylon shut the door just as I heard that hissing noise again and I heard screams until the sound of people being ripped to pieces rang out from the room we just came from, causing Waylon to look at me uneasily and I nodded in response, no words spoken between us since it was quite clear we didn't want to encounter whatever was making that sound.
It didn't take long for me to spot an open vent above a counter so I climbed up first and Waylon was next, the two of us crawling through the vent as I used my nocturnal vision to navigate it when I went left and saw grates that showed the inside of a room, which had a guard and a Murkoff employee chatting to each other.
"Bad idea, we get out through reception and let Murk Tactical clean it up," the guard said while Waylon moved the camcorder over my shoulder to film the interaction between the two men.
"If they get here in time. We need help now so if we get them on the radio, the national guard could be here within-" the employee tried to say nervously but was cut off.
"We don't even know the radio works," the guard argued as he poked the other man with his finger, prompting the employee to brush it away.
"It's shortwave, so if the prison's got electricity, they got signal and the lights are on," the man pointed out and the guard scowled.
"Murkoff has it under control," the guard retorted and the employee scoffed.
"Yeah, I noticed. We need to get to that radio," the employee empathized frantically.
"Outside help doesn't come without outside attention, so you want to take responsibility for every legally shaky thing you did on the Murkoff company payroll? I know I don't," the guard snapped irritably before he and the employee started to walk away.
"It's too late to worry about that! This just has to stop!" the employee shouted in frustration and panic as they left my line of sight.
"You're scared and not thinking straight so let me make something clear, you try to radio outside for help and I'm gonna give you a whole new something to be scared of," the guard threatened menacingly.
"A-Are you threatening me?" the employee questioned in disbelief.
"Yes," the guard said with no empathy in his voice and their footsteps grew fainter and fainter until they were gone.
'Good luck trying to cover this up, assholes,' I thought with a dark glare until I heard Waylon muttering to himself and looked back to see him having the camcorder aimed at himself as he appeared to be speaking to it until he was done.
"What are you doing?" I inquired and Waylon looked at me.
"Making audio recordings for my wife, just in case I don't make it," Waylon replied while looking slightly distraught and I nodded.
"Okay, let's go," I said before continuing forward through the vent with Waylon, unsure where it would take us but I had an ugly feeling in my gut that the worst was yet to come for us.
A/N Well guys, as you clearly saw, Jacob is definitely not okay and I doubt any kind of actual therapy would undo what was done to him so let's hope he doesn't lose it completely since Waylon is fucked if that were to happen, though Jacob's suffering is far from finished in this story and anyone who played the Outlast games and read the comic The Murkoff Account will know what I'm talking about.
So, with that said, let me know what you think and stay tuned.