A Night in Mount Massive (Outlast Fanfiction)

Chapter Six

                                                      Prison Block Part Three

The rain pounded and the thunder boomed as Miles and I continued onward, cameras raised, our night vision and the lightning illuminating the otherwise pitch-black room. Why some people found storms relaxing; I would never understand. When I was a little girl, storms terrified me. That fear never left even as I became an adult. Something about the thunder and the pounding of the rain seemed sinister to me. I was never really sure why. Maybe because a storm overshadowed any other noises or dangers that could be nearby. Maybe that was it. Or maybe, being here, it was the shadows. Maybe this place is getting to me.

A crack of lightning startled me, lighting up the corridor we were in. During the brief flash of light, I noticed one of the twins from earlier standing in front of me. I turned my head, and the other was standing in front of Miles. We stood, back to back, keeping our eyes on the twins who were no more than two feet ahead of us. How were they so stealthy? We didn’t even hear them coming. I looked to my side, noticing an open window. I noticed Miles was looking at it too.

“Out the window,” He whispered, low enough for only me to hear. I quickly climbed out the window, holding onto the ledge with Miles beside me. The wind was blowing harshly, and the rain pounded on us, soaking and chilling us to the bone. Squinting my eyes against the rain, I gripped the ledge as best as I could against the wetness of the windowpane.

Don’t let go. Don’t look down. Don’t let go. Don’t look down. I kept saying this to myself over and over, like a mantra. We began moving to the right, listening to the twins.

“My God, they vanished.”

“Vanished without a trace.”

“I detect sarcasm.”

“It was my intention.”

“They think we’re assholes.”

“Or stupid.”

“Let’s pull them in and slit their bellies open.”

“Wait. Just a moment.”

Miles and I hung there for a moment longer until I was sure I couldn’t hold on any longer. My shoulders and arms burned, my hands tingling. Miles raised up slightly, looking into the window at the corridor.

“They’re gone. Let’s go.” Miles said softly, climbing back inside and pulling me back in. Once we were back inside the corridor, I breathed a sigh of relief, leaning against the wall. I was slowly getting used to us running for our lives. I didn’t like that. I didn’t like the idea of us becoming numb and desensitized to all of this. Whatever I had to feel, no matter how bad it was, I wanted to feel it. That way I could process it in a healthy way and hopefully move on. Right now, however, I wasn’t feeling anything. That bothered me.

“You good, Blackie?” Miles asked, standing next to me. I sighed.

“Honestly? No. But I’m handling it.” I replied. He nodded.

“Yeah, I get it.” Miles replied, sighing. I picked up our cameras where we’d left them on the floor.

“Here,” I said, handing his camera to him. We turned our night vision on, looking at each other.

Lord, this man is fine as hell. I studied his face, quite enjoying the way the rain had made his hair stick to his face. My eyes traveled from his beautiful, deep brown eyes to his jawline. I loved the dark stubble he had there. Then, his lips. I wanted to kiss him again, so badly. The man was a damn good kisser, better than anyone else I’d ever kissed. I was willing to bet that kissing wasn’t the only thing he was good at. Once we got out of here, I definitely wanted to find out. My heart raced at the thought, warmth pooling into my lower body.