The White Pill (Ruvik X Reader)

No longer alive ✓

Uh, well... Hi... ^/^'

This is a story inspired by the game "The Evil Within", in which you'll insert yourself.

I hope you like it.

~ Reader ~

"I told you to be quiet, you little bitch!" He slapped you across the face, causing you to stagger and fall to the side. You gasped in surprise and pain when he pulled you up by the hair. "For all I cared you could simply lay down and rot, but you're the one who's still here! You! A monster. A freak."

His voice began to fade as you grew aware of the pain you were feeling. You knew it was all just a bad dream. One of those that you simply couldn't get out of, no matter how much you tried. You wanted those words to mean nothing, but they always touched a chord within you.

Tears were streaming down your face, but you wasn't sure if it was because of all that emotional hurt, or because of the throbbing pain in your stomach. It was as if something was lacerating you from the inside. Slowly driving you mad...

"Stop crying!" The man screamed hitting your face against the floor and then pulling you back up again. You felt something thick and warm drip from your nose; a shiver ran down your spine when he pressed his mouth against your ear. "Look at her."

He forced you to look forward, to where a dead woman stood. She had [h/c] hair and was covered in blood. Her eyes were still open and seemed to be looking into yours, even though she was already dead. "Mother..." You whimpered in misery.

"That's right. You killed her! It's all your fault.". The man let go of you and got up, walking to where a baseball bat was standing. He picked it up and walked back to where you were. Lifting the object right above your head, he aimed at your back.
Your eyes never left your mother's body, until you blacked out in a sudden pain...

...

"Hng..." You groaned and then screamed in horror. Desperate, you opened your eyes and stretched your head out of bed before throwing up on the floor. "Ah...!"

You didn't have time to think about the awful dream you just had. You slid out of bed, tripping at your own feet as you tried to reach the iron door.

You threw up again, and fell to your knees feeling drained. That terrible pain in your stomach was getting worse, it almost felt as if your organs were melting. It burned.

"S-someone... I need h-help... " Crawling you managed to get across the room and sat there with your back to the wall, right beside the door. You couldn't hear any voices at the corridor but you still knocked on the metal with all the strength you had left. Wondering about how long it would take until one of the carers at Beacon Mental Hospital noticed you crying for help.

"P-please... Help... Me..." You kept calling weakly. You should've known better than to trust Marcelo,shouldn't you? Why would he just help you run away after you pretty much threatened him? He did look like the type of person who would get revenge on others by even the simplest of the matters. 

You should have been more careful.

~ Tatiana ~

"I told you before, it's not like I can go down there whenever I want." The nurse was speaking secretively at the cellphone while walking down the long corridor. It was almost 2AM, so everything was calm and silent around the locked ward. "Didn't you hear me? Another two patients died from an unknown disease and Jimenez was the one taking care of them. He keeps saying it's some kind of bacteria, but that's an absurd lie."