Who is The Man Behind The Mask? (a Cryaotic Love Story)

Chapter 14: "We'll Outlast Them All"

(sorry this chapter is short, these are the last few chapter so you're going to be left in suspense a lot through this roller coaster ride of an ending)

I awake strapped to a bloody hospital bed, I groan in pain as I try to make out my surroundingsI was drugged, I can tell by how dizzy I am and how everything seems to fade in and out.
"you're okay Eleanor" I mutter to myself, I stare at the straps until in a flash they vanish
"well that's good, at least I'm not totally defenseless here" I slowly sit up feeling a shooting pain in my side, I lift up my bloody shirt revealing a blood soaked bandage.so, I was heavily medicated to stop the bleeding and probably the pain. I roll my shirt back down scanning the dark room.yup, this place definitely isn't Rust. I don't know what happened, I have no memory since that night I sat with Dad in the hut by the fire.I don't like that I'm alone, the last thing I want to be right now is alone. I engulf my hand in purple flame scanning a hallway, the dark and creepy hallway filled with distant screams and creaky floors wasn't very encouraging."Dad" I called out clenching my side "God this hurts..."I stop as a sudden sound of someone walking through a nearby room startles me, I walk up to the medal door attempting to listen to the almost silent muttering
 "Hello?"
"ToastToastToastToastTOAST!" a familiar mans voice echoed from beyond the dooryet, sure enough on the door under the tiny window read "CinnamonToastKen"
I twisted the door knob but the door wouldn't budge
"Ken! Uncle Ken I'm here!"
 "Toast?" he muttered sounding nearly in tears
"Ken are you okay?" I called out
"Toast!" he run up to the door startling me, Jesus how long has he been here?
his eyes are blood shot with blackish purple bags under them, his hair and beard are messy and grown a lot since the last time I saw him.
"oh god Ken, how long have you been in there?"he blew air onto the little window causing it to fog slightly, he wrote 1 year with shaky hands
"toast" he muttered
 "God what've they done to you..."
he shook his body holding his index fingers to his temples making an electric shock sound
"they shocked you?"he nodded
"Toast!"
 "who did this to you?"as if in slow motion he wrote the name I thought I'd never see again; 
C-R-Y-O-T-I-C 
my heart dropped in my chest, that's impossible.
"he's alive?"
it must be apart of this sick game, it has to be theirs no way Cry would do this to Ken or anyone
"Ken, where are my parents?"
he wrote follow the words
"Toast TOAST!" he began screaming just as a bag slipped over my head shrouding me in darkness, I began fighting but all efforts were useless as the strong figure overpowered me sitting me down into a wheelchair, I felt as my wrists were strapped down. 
"no, let me go!" I screamed feeling the heat of my hands as they engulf into flames. I kept screaming as the man pushed me down the hall as music suddenly filled the air creepily
Ah Ah Ah I'm looking at you from a distance mirrored in the glint of my knife
Ah Ah Ah It could be over in an instantthere within a blink of an eye
the voice seemed as if it was walking around me getting more closer to my neck 
Not one for human connectionsBut I feel restless piercing your flesh is the besteststabbing
every inch of skin with force while screaming to myself "there's not enough pores yet"
oh God what have they done to mom, It seems the madness has taken over her too
trace the blade to your stomach push it and it's bliss now brace for pain as I twist itround and round then flick it out like a discusand show nobody's more vicious than Minx is 
So babe take this virgin blade so far in your back it'll replace your vertebraePull out and watch your back snap
Hahahahaha you're damn right that's the last laughI can feel a knife softly trace up my arm to my cheek cutting me slightly 

a man joins in softly from down the hall
I think one of us is hiding something, hiding somethingWhat does that mean?One of us is gonna dieOne of us is gonna die, die
Badum Badum, that's the sound of a chase
Badum Badum, that's the sound that it makes
Badum Badum, then a fatal mistake and
Badum Ba-

 and the dum never comes

as the last words were spoken I felt the force of a punch hit me, I fell unconscious.