Fear of Insanity

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The dried blood was my own as well as some of Leon's. Leon was unconscious on the other side of the room covered in wounds I inflicted upon attempting to defend myself. I remember when I told Wyvern my reason for being at dead hollows, it was difficult to repress my anguish, once I had been returned to my room I cried until I was no longer able. At that point I was convinced his death was my fault, before they took me I examined his body for anything that could prove my thoughts wrong, I was desperate for anything. I searched the now broken limbs of my dead brother. I found a carving that I hadn't inflicted. It was scarred over by our father. I remembered as he held Leon down. I cried as I remembered him screaming and pleading for my help, I was frozen I attempted to reach out to him but I stopped and instinctively reached for my eye, I felt blood oozing out. I had been shot the bullet went through my eye and out the back of my head. It should've killed me, I didn't understand how or why I was still standing. I awoke screaming and ran to the mirror sighing in relief seeing that my eyes were still intact, I noticed Lucain was awake, he looked like he wanted to kill me right there. "Now I see why my brother's sleep schedule was all screwed up while you were staying with him. Why the hell were you screaming at 2 am exactly?" The sight of my brother's corpse flashed in my mind, I couldn't stop myself I began sobbing. I forced my head down and dug my nails into my arms sinking them in deep enough to draw blood. My voice broke as I spoke "I killed him.." Lucian already could tell who I was talking about. He sighed but collapsed to his knees coughing up blood. I backed away knowing what was happening. The demon is trying to take control, I felt my insides burning and my neck bleeding. The wound on my chest reopened, and my insides were tightening I looked at my hands seeing the thorns of barbed wire bursting forth through my flesh. I screamed as the metal thorns pierced my skin, my vision faded in and out, and I finally passed out after attempting to stand. I threw Lucian over my shoulder and carried Vincent under my other arm. I knew Vincent's brother was dealing with Isaac unless he had gone too far and somehow managed to kill him, that would be a bit of a problem, unfortunately, we needed all four of them alive, though their condition didn't matter as long as they weren't dead. I already took Vincent's brother and Isaac back to Dead Hollows, now all that was left to do was to take Lucian and Vincent back as well. The two of them were quite heavy together. Once I awoke I saw Vincent, Isaac, and Leon. I felt something running down my hands, I looked down to see my hands were nailed to the wall, I made an attempt to move my arm but my entire arm up to my shoulder was nailed down, I looked and saw the same case for my other arm. I tried to pull my arms free but the pain was unbearable, I screamed as I tried yet again to pull my arms free of the nails. I attempted again and managed to free my left arm but had fallen unconscious due to the tremendous pain and blood loss from my right arm. I had woken up shortly after Lucian fall unconscious, he was riddled with deep wounds and gashes much like I was. Loose flesh dangled from my arm which was nailed to the wall along with the rest of my limbs. Blood dripped down my forehead I was just about to cry out when I felt something: blood seeping from my neck my vocal cords were severed, the man who I assumed to be Lucian's father had cut them, I knew it would heal, I just wasn't sure how long that would take. Lucian and I were once again in the same room along with Wyvern and Leon. I listened to the constant sound of dripping blood as it spilled from my wounds, despite my eyes being covered I knew the floor was covered in it, I heard a groan knowing fully well that Wyvern was waking up. "Vincent? Leon? Lucian? Is anyone else awake?" I directed my attention to Wyvern's voice. "I'm awake, but I can't see." I heard something it sounded like something opening along with three words. "Let us begin." After that, I felt my body being torn from the nails that held me my blindfold was cut, and I found myself in the arms of something far worse. The demon I had hoped to be rid of. I screamed and struggled as I cried out and pled for help but it was as if they were deaf or drugged. I tried and tried to escape the grasp of that horrid creature. I awoke once again screaming, this time I was back in Dead Hollows in a cell with Wyvern. There's something wrong with this place. It may have something to do with that man. I looked at Wyvern: He was covered in fresh wounds and blood, his once white uniform was now stained a deep crimson, his hands were covered in scratches and deep gashes, and his back was by far the worst: the back of his uniform was ripped open, and with it, his flesh was ripped open as well. I could see all the muscles that were blackened in certain places, I watched as his blood soaked the floor as well as his back. He was shaking. They had broken Wyvern. He was beaten, bloodied, and broken.