Once there, Miles leaned against the wall and caught his breath. After a moment, Miles walked over to the keyboard and started typing again. Suddenly, a man's arm wrapped itself around Miles' shoulders, and the hand that wasn't restraining him held up a syringe filled with a sedative. Miles yelled with shock and started to struggle, but was held fast. The man plunged the needle into Miles, and Miles collapsed as the sedative took hold and Miles felt his body go limp.
"I'm sorry, my son. I didn't want to have to do this to you, but you can't leave. Not yet," the man said earnestly, and Miles sluggishly lifted his head to see the priest from before and mentally groaned.
"There's so much yet for you to witness. Will you see it? Can you?" The priest asked and looked toward the monitor.
The soldiers fired where they thought the force was, but failed as they were dragged around and killed by said force.
"Our Lord, the Walrider, tearing his truth into the nonbelievers. The only way out of this place is the truth. Accept the gospel, and all doors will open before you," the priest breathed as Miles looked back at the priest, his vision blurring before going dark.
When Miles woke up, he brought his hands up and rubbed his face to chase the grogginess away. Miles sat up with a groan and shook his head. Miles looked around and noticed that he was in a cell that was covered in the words 'Rest in Peace' and crosses, making Miles sigh.
The priest, FATHER MARTIN, brought me here to show me something. Thinks I'm going to be a witness to whatever batshit crazy he's trying to sell me. This DR. WERNICKE is at the center of whatever went wrong here. But he died more than ten years ago. 'Rest in peace' says the blood on the walls, Miles thought and made his way towards the door, jerking back in surprise when the face of a Variant appeared.
The Variant's eyes were filled with a haunting emptiness, as if devoid of any trace of humanity. Miles could feel his heart pounding in his chest as he instinctively took a step back, unsure of what to expect next. The lock clicked, the door swung open, and Miles relaxed as the Variant ran off. Miles stepped out cautiously, his camcorder on his face and night vision on, and looked around.
"Why the actual hell do they have cells? Where are the rooms? It looks more like solitary confinement in a prison than a goddamn asylum," Miles muttered in slight shock.
After looking around for a moment at the wandering Variants in the room, Miles walked up some stairs and came to a stop at a closed gate. But what made him stop were two Variants with similar features. They had pale skin, intense eyes, and an eerie stillness about them. Miles couldn't help but feel a shiver run down his spine as he observed their unsettling presence. Of course, it's twins, Miles thought as the Twins observed him quietly and intently.
Miles also noticed that the Twins were muscular, hairy middle-aged men that were slightly drenched in blood and dirt and had scars on the sides of their stomachs, making Miles wonder if they were conjoined at one point. The taller Twin had a hump-shaped head with a neutral face and missing teeth, and he had dark brown hair everywhere but on top of his head. The shorter Twin looked very much the same but had a sterner face and had messy black hair covering his entire head.
"Who's this?" The first Twin asked curiously, and the first Twin shrugged slightly.
"Maybe…Father Martin's man," the second Twin suggested. They must be some sort of loyal followers of Father Martin, Miles thought nervously.
"Maybe," the first Twin agreed smoothly.
"He looks…nervous," the second Twin mused, observing Miles more closely.
Of course, I'm nervous! I'm an asylum, for God's sakes, Miles thought nervously.
"I would like to kill him," the first Twin murmured, eyeing Miles up and down.
"As would I," the second Twin mused sadistically.
"The preacher asked us not too," the first Twin countered.
"It would be impolite," the second Twin agreed casually.
"Not here," the first Twin muttered warningly.
"We give him a running start?" The second Twin suggested smoothly.
"There's an idea," the first Twin said wickedly.
"And when we kill him, we kill him slow," the second Twin rasped suggestively.
"Such patience. I want his tongue and liver," the first Twin growled hungrily.
"They are yours," the second Twin agreed, and Miles backed up a step and looked down before snapping his head to the side. The Twins were naked. He didn't mean to look down! Miles hurried down a flight of stairs, not once looking back at the creepy-as-hell Twins.
"You look like you've seen a ghost," a Variant said, staring right at Miles, who supressed a shiver. Oh, aren't you just hilarious, Miles thought sarcastically as he began looking around, and after a while, he came up on the spot where the Twins were. Miles felt uneasy about the fact that they somehow vanished without a trace.
Miles shoved the uneasiness aside and continued on through a gap he found and squeezed through, then hauled himself up over a ledge, squawking in surprise when he noticed the patient standing silently in front of him, just staring, and gaped at the second patient who started yelling at him.
"Agh! Goddammit! What the fuck is the matter with you? You weren't invited to this, you goddamned sicko! What, you like to watch? It's sick. You're sick," the Variant snarled as Miles gaped at him, shocked. Looking at the second patient who had yelled at him, then at a dead body a couple feet away, Miles quickly made the connection and shivered in disgust.
Says the guy fuckin' a dead dude. Jesus. Fuck this place. Seriously, just fuck this place. Dying keeps moving lower on the list of worst things that could happen to me here, Miles thought and made his way across a ledge and approached a message that read, 'God always provides a way. Follow the blood.' under the message was an arrow pointing to the left. That made Miles roll his eyes in annoyance. He had seen enough disturbing things in this place to last a lifetime.
Despite his growing frustration, Miles knew he had no choice but to follow the trail of blood if he wanted any chance of escaping this nightmare. With a heavy sigh, he reluctantly followed the arrow, hoping that it would indeed lead him to an exit of some sort. "Written in blood. Of course, it's written in blood. Good God," Miles said, throwing his hands up in exasperation.
Miles walked into what looked like a gas chamber and waited for the far door to open. After a few tense seconds, it finally opened, and Miles forged ahead. Miles walked into another cell block and came across a Variant caressing the wall with words written in blood on it.
"Down the drain. With the blood, he said. Only way out is down. down the drain, down the drain," the Variant whispered the words that were on the wall repeatedly, and Miles glanced at the huge hole and back at the Variant and shrugged before jumping down the hole before going into a nearby room. The room Miles was now in held only a couple of cells, and Miles found nothing of importance.
"They weren't experiments, they were rituals. A conjuring," a Variant rasped from one of the cells, making Miles flinch before he hurried left the room, and quickly discovered that he needed to activate a gas chamber.
Miles began his search, and froze when he heard a dull thud.
"Just shut up and let me think for a minute! Quiet! Quiet! Ah!" A Variant yelled, and Miles poked his head around a corner, peering though a window at the Variant beating up a dead body. Miles slowly went past him, staring at him the entire time.
"I'd like you to stay quiet," the Variant rasped, and Miles nodded jerkily. Eventually, Miles was able to activate the gas chamber and quickly entered it, waiting another few tense seconds before leaving the chamber and rounding a hallway corner and coming to a stop. He saw the Twins on the other side of a locked cell door, and Miles gulped nervously, noticing the machetes in their hands.
"We gave him a chance," the second Twin said, smacking the side of the blade into his hand.
"That we did," The first Twin agreed, nodding his head slightly in agreement.
"I'd say we were more than fair," The second Twin went on as if his brother hadn't spoken at all. Both were speaking quietly, as if they didn't want to wake anyone up.
"Paragons of patience," the first Twin muttered, cocking his head slightly to the left.
"Job-like in the suppression of our desires," the second Twin agreed in a low voice.
"But now," the first Twin breathed longingly.
"Now," the second Twin encouraged.
"Now we indulge," The first Twin growled predatorily, and Miles shivered involuntarily.
"Yes," the second Twin agreed cruelly.
"His tongue and liver," the first Twin claimed fiercely.
"Yours," The second Twin agreed mildly.
"Mine," the first Twin reiterated firmly, and Miles backed up slightly before noticing an open window and jumping out of it. He shimmied quickly to the right and jumped through another broken window, only to see that he had landed in another security control room.
Miles picked up a file and quickly flipped through it, seeing nothing of importance, just a lot of big scientific words Miles didn't care to pronounce correctly and scoffed lightly. Just some more big words that no one knows the meanings of, Miles thought, dropping the file and glanced around before leaving, following the hallways, and ending up in a cell block just in time to see Chris Walker rip a man's head off.
"We have to contain it," Walker growled, dropped the body, and walked off, the head still in his sight of Chris Walker's sheer strength and brutality left him questioning the nature of the destruction the asylum had unleashed upon its inhabitants.
I can't shake Chris Walker, the big, ugly fucker who likes ripping off people's heads. I hear him muttering about security protocols and containment. What if he's not the problem? What if he's trying to fix it? Miles wondered, and after a few minutes of searching, Miles finally found a key card that allowed access to the showers. When he entered the showers, Miles noticed a broken window, hesitated for a moment, and jumped out just in time.
"My God, he vanished," the first Twin said, and Miles almost let go of the ledge he was hanging on to in surprise but quickly recovered and started moving.
"Vanished without a trace," the second Twin said dryly, and Miles had to struggle to contain his snort of amusement.
"I detect sarcasm," the first Twin said in an irritated manner.
"It was my intention," the second Twin confirmed, and Miles let out a quiet scoff under his breath.
"He thinks we're assholes," the first Twin said, and Miles agreed mentally.
"Or stupid," the second Twin mused, and Miles, once again, mentally agreed with that statement.
"Let's pull him in and slit his belly open," the first Twin suggested sadistically, and Miles shook his head at that statement.
"Wait. Just a moment," the second Twin cautioned, and they both fell silent as Miles heaved himself back inside through another broken window.
"I really hope the both of you left," Miles begged in a whisper just as one of the Twins erupted from the shadows.
"Okay, never mind," Miles muttered, clambered back out of the window he came in from, and hung there for a solid five minutes.
"Thank God for cardio," Miles muttered as he climbed back inside, the Twins nowhere in sight. Miles navigated the hallways for a few moments until he stumbled upon a security control room. Miles scrambled forward and saw a button and a gas chamber in front of him. Miles slapped the button with his hand, and the chamber came to life with a loud hiss.