Forbidden Love (An Outlast: Whistleblower Fan Fiction)

Chapter three

It was a slow process.

My eyes take a while to adjust to the light and my sight is a bit hazy. I felt so light headed. The screams return that sounded they were not to far where I was. Something was odd. My eyes adjust to multiple TV screens in front of me. I attempted move my arms and legs from the chair. I was restrained to the chair by my ankles and wrists. I yank on the leather straps, anger builds inside me.

 I look around to find some way to get out of here. I was in a small room, glass walls on each side of me. The floor was old, covered in dirt. I felt like I was in a cell. The television screens were playing some kind of imagery. I couldn’t really say what it looked like. But it burned my eye sight for looking at it for too long.

“Where am i? What’s going on?” I grumbled.

“Shhh. Shhhhhh! You hear that, don’t you? Do you hear it? Oh… Ah…” A patent next to me screams though the glass. Then out of nowhere some ghostly in nature comes in though the vents. The Walrider is actually a swarm of nanites; small, nanoscopic machines that possess great strength and power. I heard rumors of this… thing. That it took possession of William "Billy" Hope. Guess he was undergoing Morphogenic Engine Therapy, he learned to self-direct the lucid dream states, and he was then capable of controlling the Walrider. He overpowers the variant brutally slams him into the nearby walls and then gruesomely kills him.

Blood covers the glass wall. “Fuck. I’m not going to last long in this place.” I whisper to myself. Sadness fills inside me. Like when the heart spirals into a deep abyss. This is what my patients are feeling, making them go insane.

I hear the doors open behind me. I frantically look around.

“You think you’re safe in there. Wall flower. Pretty flower. Fucking… I’ll open you up. Open you up and show you. Make you purr. You wait right there.” Another of those variant says to himself. The straps become loose on my wrists and ankles. I walk slowly out of the room. I finally managed to find a knife and a small flashlight.

“Okay, I just need a plan to get the hell out of here.” I said aloud to myself.

I turned to leave down the endless hall. There was someone or something at the other end. I hold the knife tight in my hand as I walked toward the figure. I am not afraid to hurt anyone who comes my way. Anyone can be brave.

It was holding something, looked like a video camera.

“Mr. Park? It’s me Angel Cole, the girl you saw down at the Lab. Im trying to find a way out of here.” I called out, lowering my knife. Now I don’t know why I said my full name. Or I said his name. I mean it could be anyone. Just the way the figure walked. I could tell it was him.

“You can call me Waylon… and yea I remember you. I need help finding my way out of this hell hole also. But fuck I’m glad to see you.” He says, smiling at me.

 “I know I feel the same way. I know this place is shitty, we both have to find a way to the main floor.” I say, looking down the other hall.

For some reason I had this itching of fear, thinking Waylon will leave without me.

I think me and Waylon had the same idea about this place. We both got this job thinking we were going to help these people. Seeing what happen to Gluskin - we both have to do something.

They all die here. I killed them. I thought when I send them to the Underground Lab, I was helping them. It’s my entire fault. I sighed heavily, the guilt in my stomach stirred. I swallow my salvia trying to lose all the built up emotion that could not stop tearing me apart.