One In A Million

by JdotF945

This is what happens when a regular man survives a Witch's labyrinth, and finds himself being stalked by two red eyes, but not just because he knows too much. I know it doesn't appear to have anything to do with PMMM at first. But just wait till the second chapter. This, much like PMMM; this is just watching a man die inside, and slowly going insane!

3. Chapter 3

Chapter 3:

June 10th, 1987

The consistent hum of machines beep in and out, Jeremy slowly opens his eyes, he sits up faster than a bolt of lightning, only to be pulled back by wires on his chest. Breathing heavily, he takes in his surroundings, A white room with a window and a few chairs across from where he lays, on a skeletal cot that looks more like a prison bed than anything else. The door to the room opens, a woman wearing dark blue scrubs walks in, "Oh, you're awake?" She says to Jeremy in A heavy German accent. "W-why'd you say it like that? Am I not supposed to be, and where Am I?" Jeremy said freaked out by the woman's words. "My oh my you ask a lot of questions!" She says to Jeremy whilst checking his vital signs. "Well I'll tell you this Mr. Brasston, you are very lucky to be alive! We still don't know how to manage to survive all that trauma, but we'll conduct more tests once we move you to rehab." "REHAB? Where am I now, and wait a damn minute, what do you mean trauma?" The nurse looked back at him with a confused and concerned look. "My dear, don't you remember? You were in a fatal car accident last night!" Jeremy's face went white as the arctic. "The paramedics thought you were dead, but you were still breathing. So they brought you here in the ICU." Jeremy didn't hear anything she said, only the phrase "ICU" snapped him out of it. He looked at her with a hollow expression, "I'm in the ICU?" "That's right, but, it seems you're ready to be moved down to the rehabilitation wing, another nurse will be here to help transport you in a second. Is there anything I can get for you till then?" "Yeah, do you have anything for headaches? My head is killing Me!"

The other nurse arrived within five minutes, they rolled Jeremy out of the room and down the hall to an elevator reminiscent of art deco decor. The rehabilitation wing was covered in various abstract art work from around the world, as well as the mandatory motivational posters with German phrases, although Jeremy didn't speak it, he knew they probably read: "You can do it!" and "Don't give up!" or something stupid like that. They arrived at the room and rolled Jeremy's bed into place, the one nurse went through the call button, where the bathroom is, and handed him a menu for his breakfast options. They got called right before he could answer. "Oh my, we'll be right back Mr. Brasston" They said before rushing out of the room. As soon as they shut the door behind them. The door opened again. A tall, lengthy man steps in the room. Wearing a black suit and tie, and hair to match. His eyes were looking at Jeremy, like he was watching him from the hall, even before he entered the room. Jeremy inched back in his bed, as the man pulled up one of the chairs to the bedside and took a seat. The silence was just as intimidating as the man. Fifteen seconds felt like fifteen hours!

"Professor Brasston is it?" The man's voice even sounded cold, "y-y-Yeah, that's me!" Jeremy said, visibly shaking in fear. The man took a much more relaxed position; "I'm Detective Heinrich from the Swiss PD. I hope you're feeling better from your 'accident' last night! It said on the medical report; you survived a car crash, the concussive force of an explosion, and severe brain swelling. How do I put this, the fact that you're still alive is a miracle." The detective says sarcastically with a light but still very distinguishable German accent. "So what, did you come here to… congratulate me for surviving?" "Oh please" said the detective, nearly barfing at the thought "I'm no; news reporter looking for an 'Interesting' story to tell." "Then why are you here, detective?" The detective's smile faded, he leaned in closer to Jeremy. "I'm here professor, because you shouldn't be Alive!" He put emphasis on that word "alive". What happened last night felt like a bad dream, only Jemery woke up into a nightmare! Jeremy sat there processing that word, until the ballad of last night flooded his head like a tsunami. "No, No No No No, th-the crash, the fire, Donald…" Jeremy stops, his eyes looking like they're about to burst. He cruels up into a ball and sobs quietly. "This isn't real, This isn't real, This isn't real!" Jeremy says to himself over and over again, some attempt to calm himself. "Unfortunately, It is. And you're going to tell me Everything that happened when you left the fair!" The man said this as he pulled something out from his pocket; a tape recorder, and hit record.

Jeremy sits there, recalling all the events from last night, giving himself the chills in the process. What Happened Last night Brasston? What caused the accident?" The detective said now hovering right over Jeremy. "I-It was the cab driver!" The Detective raised an eyebrow. "H-he was on, d-drugs, he took us out of the city, and drove us into a tank yard!" "On drugs? How so?" Asked the detective, "his pupils were dilated, and by the way he was talking, he sounded like a mad man!" The detective leaned in; "What exactly did the driver say?" Jeremy paused. "He said: just relax and enjoy the ride" Jeremy says doing his best impression of the cab driver. The detective scratched his head, he pulled a paper packet from his coat. "Was this your driver?" The picture was of a happy, healthy looking man: Eric Otto was his name. "It states here, Mr. Otto was well liked, lived a fairly normal life, and a clean one at that!" The detective gives Jeremy a look of daggers. "What are you trying to say detective?" The man gets up and starts pacing around the room "Professor, that man has never done drugs in his life. The autopsy also shows no traces of any form of controlled substances, or anything along those lines! Plus the man's medical history shows no sign that he ever did either!" He looks at Jeremy's eyes widened and his pupils shrunk, and a look of disbelief .

"No, that can't be! He had to have been. His-his EYES, HIS VOICE, HIS WORDS!" Jeremy said frantically raising his voice. "Sure Professor, I'm sure he was." Jeremy finally catching on to the man's sarcastic remarks. "Do you think I'm lying?" The detective let out an obnoxious laugh "Of course I do, considering you're the Soul survivor, and your story has no evidence to back it up! I have every goddamn reason in the world to believe you're lying?" "Do you really think I caused the crash? Do You Think I Would PURPOSELY KILL SOME RANDOM MAN, AND THE ONLY PERSON; WHO STUCK BY ME MY WHOLE LIFE?" Jeremy's voice echoed in the room, it didn't phase the man at all, as if he's seen this a hundred times before. Jeremy could see it in his eyes! He curls back into a ball, sobbing, he looks back at the man, "I Swear on my life detective, I'm telling you the truth, I couldn't even kill an animal, let alone a person!" The detective looked at Jeremy, dissatisfaction filled his face, he let out a huge sigh. "Well Professor, after that 'academy award winning performance'. I can say for certainty that you did Not cause the crash!" Jeremy picks his head up, and wipes his tears, "How'd you figure that out?" Jeremy replies with his own sarcasm mixed with anger. "I've interrogated enough psychopaths to find flaws in their stories and emotions, and you show none!" Jeremy looks away from the detective. "But, there is one more thing that doesn't check out!" "And that is?" The detective turns back to Jeremy, "Professor, according to your public records, you didn't have a 'Physically' rough childhood, you never played sports, never fell out of a tree, nor had any previous accidents or injuries at all, is that correct!" "Um yeah, why is that a problem?" "Yes!" The detective says loudly, causing Jeremy to jump in the process "Tell me Professor, how does someone who's never broken a bone before, have fractures on every bone in their body!"

Jeremy tilts his head, confused at the man's words. "Detective, what are we talking about?" The detective pulled some more pictures out of the packet: X-Rays! "These were taken right after you arrived here. All these dim lines you see on your bones are healed fractures." Jeremy grabbed the picture out of the detective's hands. Examining them up and down. He looked back up at the detective. "No no, this can't be right?" said Jeremy visibly freaked out. "I would chalk it up to be an error on your medical records, however if you recall, the FEU requires med checks before entering the continent, and your bones looked fine then! I'm sure even you know that bones don't heal themselves for no reason, and judging by how you looked when they found you, you took quite the beating. Jeremy sits in silence, replaying everything in his head, his mind kept going to that thing, that place, the symbol on the drives neck. "There's no way that actually happened" he thinks to himself. "It can't be." The detective moves in closer. "What can't be?"

Jeremy takes one deep breath, clearing his mind and bracing it to retell the horrific events that occurred after the crash "When I got out of the car, I-I remember. Something came over me. Like I wasn't in control of my body any more, that's how strong the feeling was." "Can you describe that feeling?" Jeremy replied with "Overwhelming sadness! I was able to snap out of it, and I was holding a glass shard to my chest, I almost took my own life without even knowing. That's when I found myself in th-this place, it didn't look real, like a child made it in art class. There were These things that attacked me, then a larger one appeared and threw me about. The last thing I remember was someone dropping in, and killing it, they put their hand on me. The next thing I know, I woke up in the ICU." The detective looked perplexed, shaking his head and let out another massive sigh. "Wow, it seems that you professor; were the one on drugs." Jeremy sits up in protest of the Detective's response "I Know it sounds stupid, but that's honestly what I can remember." "I'm not saying you're lying, but there's no way in hell, some 'mysterious thing' took control of you, transported you to some creepy place, and attacked you! Only to be saved by a mystery person, My God." The detective shakes his head and remarks "I don't get paid near enough for this" before muttering some rather unpleasant sounding words in German to himself. "Well Professor, I have no further questions, have a nice day." "Wait, you're leaving?" "Yeah, why? You got something else to say?" The detective walked to the door and stopped. "Right now, your case remains inconclusive, the investigation will continue, but you're free to go… well, once the hospital discharges you of course. Until then, I hope you get better. If you can think of anything else, go to my station down the street. Oh, and don't try to change your story either, everything in here was recorded, and if I find any flaws in your story, rest assured, your ass is going down!"